"Come here, little birdy! Let's have some fun!"
"Gut those fuckers!"
"Miko! Miko! Where are you Miko!?"
"To me men!"
"Hahahaha! Today is the day you die marines!"
Chaos. Absolute and all-consuming chaos all around me. Men and women alike screaming for many different reasons, be it the death of a person close to them or being hurt someplace or another. Some were kneeling in shock on the ground, faintly whispering to themselves as if in a trance, while others tried to distract themselves from the pain by simply following their instincts to fight and thus clashed with those that sought to harm them.
All around those fighting, screaming and dying the town was burning like a torch in the dark night, causing the already morbidly chaotic scene to appear like one of those frescos I had seen back on earth, depicting hell and all its horrors. And now that I thought about it, for all its stupidity and nonsense, the church may have been up to something when they invented hell. Contrary to what the church had been preaching though, hell was no supernatural place you went after dying if you had been up to no good in your lifetime.
No. This was hell! There was no doubt about it. Never in both of my lifetimes had I been witness to so much suffering in its purest and most disturbing way, while also painting a scene of chaotic beauty through its madness.
Looking around I took in a mother calling out the name of a daughter or friend of hers, only for her to be cut off by a pirate with a bloodthirsty grin to leer at her, his intents only all too clear to me.
Slowly, my body began to first walk than jog towards the man as if on autopilot while my eyes kept on observing the different situations on the plaza where the flames flickered high and the blood soaked the streets.
Turning back around, my heart hammering in my chest like an army of drummers, I returned my eyes back onto the pirate who, by now, had tackled the woman to the ground and was tearing at her close, all the while receiving fierce cuts and scratches to the face from the woman's sharp nails. And yet, no matter what she did I knew her attempts were useless. Luckily for her she would not have to suffer through any more than that from the pirate.
Only seconds after I had begun to rush towards the fighting man and woman the deep vibrations of my heart in my chest had been joined by the steady rhythm of my breath rushing in and out of my lungs until the two combined and created a melody I doubt I will forget for the rest of my life.
A brief moment later my feet came to a prompt stop right behind the pirate, who was fiddling with his belt in excitement, my mind calm and my body ready.
Without a second of hesitation and steady hands I unconsciously transformed the fingers of my right hand into sharp, curved blades, shimmering ominously in the flickering light of the burning houses around me.
Softly laying my left hand on top of the pirates head, holding it firmly in place all the while, I laid my right hand equally as softly onto his throat and with one motion, neither fast nor slow, slit the pirates throat, who began to gurgle and choke from his own blood until he just fell over, dead.
Turning around I faintly registered the woman underneath the now dead pirate beginning to scream once again, though this time for different reasons obviously, but in the end did nothing to help her further. I had done enough here.
Once again, as if on autopilot, my body moved while all my still mind could hear was my heart hammering in my chest and my breath accompanying the deep melody with its own composition.
Rushing towards another pirate who was looting a nearby store through a smashed window I, with barely a thought, transformed my left shin into a long, curved blade which I used to remove the leg of this unsuspecting pirate, leaving nothing but a stump behind.
Obviously, the pirate dropped all his stolen goods and began to scream in agony while clutching at his bleeding appendage. Luckily or unfortunately, depending on how you saw it, the pirate wouldn't have to suffer for much longer as I used the force of my slashing kick to twist around my own axis and impaled the pirate with my transformed hand through his chest, until the sound of both his screaming and beating heart came to a standstill. All that remained was me, covered in blood, the pirate laying dead at my feet. And yet all I felt was my heart and breath singing and playing in unison. Purging any emotion that may have disturbed my fighting capabilities in the process. After all, I am a sword come alive and which sword felt pity?
I most certainly do not. All I feel right now is the music of my body and a thirst. A thirst for more and to sink further into what I am. A blade, made to fight. And fight I will until I can fight no longer…