Disclaimer: I don't own Killua… plus all the other HxH characters. (But I hope I do!)

"BENEATH THE FALLING WINTER STORM"

"I'm alone right now. NO more Hunter Exam. NO more anything. NO more friends… NO more Gon." I muttered as I walked through the blanket of snow underneath me.

Yes. It is already winter, and my mission is through. NO more fun. NO more travel. I left Whale Island, Gon's hometown, a week ago and now I had nowhere to go. Ah, heck… I have no more choice. This is my last resort. I have to go back to my family, and that's what I am doing right now. I hummed a tune I made up as I walked towards my hometown. I decided not to take the bus just for my desire to slow down my return.

My return to the "Hell above the Heavens."

I sighed as I pressed to the snow, engraving my footsteps. Cold wind blew cross the path. I still walked, staring blankly ahead, not knowing the direction to take even though I know my destination.

I feel numb…

Well, I have been numb, ever since I was born.

I stopped for a while and kicked a clump of frost. Ah, how I wish it is just that easy to erase the bad things that has happened in my life.

Those nasty, gory, disastrous, and seemingly mundane things.

The winds passed me by with a stronger current, violent and angry.

JUST LIKE ME.

I have been more than angry and violent.

I AM DEADLY AND I AM A PLAGUE

Most people would definitely use these terms to describe me.

DEADLY

A PLAGUE

I have been a pestilence over other people's lives… because I destroy lives

The barren trees shook as the wind blew over them.

They are unstable. They are controlled by a force greater and much stronger than them.

ONCE AGAIN, JUST LIKE ME.

I have an imbalanced personality. Probably because I don't have a mind of my own.

Funny? Surprising? For you, yes… because you see me as a very clever killer, capable of escaping almost every danger that comes on my way.

Even to the point of lying… and being tagged as a GREAT LIAR.

Well then, you see me as a liar and an assassin.

But actually, to tell you the truth, I don't want to be such.

I've done it because I… I am s-scared.

I stopped my trail of thinking as I felt something chilling falling over my skin.

Snow, and it's becoming harder.

Harder than the usual

A SNOW STORM.

I searched for a place where I can seek shelter and warmth.

SHELTER

WARMTH

ACCEPTANCE

LOVE

I finally resided at a dark cave I found after some minutes of walking.

And there I found the shelter and warmth I have been looking for.

I stared at my palms; these tender and fragile-looking palms and I envisioned myself in all the manslaughter I've done all of my youthful age. Then, I released the claws, the very sharp claws, still with traces of blood present on it that kill and end lives.

I can't believe it. This is where the path of being a puppet has leaded me.

Blood, gore, violence, lies… and on the other side, emptiness, loneliness, pain, confusion.

The storm didn't cease, instead it became stronger.

UNBREAKABLE

I sighed and looked outside.

Believe it or not, I AM SCARED, right here, right now.

Yes, you visualize me as the white-haired, sharp-eyed, agile and ferocious fiend. But you NEVER asked why I became such. You never dared to seek me. You never dared to explore the wicked boy you've feared of and ran away from.

YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THE KILLUA THAT'S INSIDE.

YOU DON'T SEE… YOU DON'T SEE ME AT ALL….

A/N: SHOULD I CONTINUE? That's all I ask. Please review my stuff over here and give some advice. Oh, and NO FLAMES please. I am not ready to accept such. I'm just an inexperienced writer and I wrote this when I was in the cemetery. Thanks. ^o^