Kristallnacht
Predator
-Fuuma-
It was so easy. Maybe too easy, then, to make him squirm, make him cry, make
him scream so sweetly as to shatter heaven out from under the feet of accursed
angels. The pitiful whining and pleading gazes only brought into circumspect
how humorous his futile attempts to escape really were.
I knew he flinched beneath my touch; he hated to know he was tainted by my want
and I knew how much he Wished that everything would revert back to the past and
normality would regain its dictatorship once more, thus making it my utmost
pleasure to destroy it repeatedly so he was left within the pieces. The
pressure I held on his wrists increased, a glistening tear rewarding my efforts
as my fingernails broke the skin and his tiny body gave out submissively. A
purr was allowed to escape me, just to irritate .. or terrify him further. He
knew he couldn't escape; I'd find him and force him to conciously accept that
there was no way out. He learned it at some point, it seemed, as no more physical
protests emanated from his rapidly failing form. It became suddenly suspicious
to me if he had given up completely as his Wish wavered, even vanished for a
moment before somehow reasserting itself. After all I had done in aims to crush
that fragile hope of his, I found it somewhat disappointing that he would
abandon it so easily and so silently. If anything, I wanted him to lose it in
the same moment that he lost his innocence, in a blurred flurry of confusion,
searing pain, and screaming infidelities. So, perhaps to produce such a
reaction, I let my hands slide up his back, fingertips pressed into his supple
skin with agonizing force. Where was that wonderfully clear and warmly-toned
shriek that usually graced the air by then?
.. Scream for me.
Surely you didn't want suffering placed upon your already trembling shoulders.
Fingers pressed harder, the intoxicatingly heavy air pressing in from all sides
as my wish to hear that inner torment overrode whatever reason I had left. Why
so silent, Kamui-kun? His persistence at wordlessly accepting spurred a
flame of anger within me. It was his fault I had to put up with this. He was
like a sickly, pale little bird that incessantly dove and weaved half-blinded
just within the range of a drawn bead. Punishment was inevitable. Finally, a
crescendo from frightened whimpering to a drawn-out cry of true agony broke
from him as my teeth found the soft flesh of his throat.
That's it. The best spot with which to torture him with. After all, he brought
it upon himself, trying to save a world that didn't want his change, a futile
effort to christen a new age that didn't need him. Oh, the world needed a
revolution, but not him. His only purpose here was to screw up everything he'd
been handed and to run to me, someone he used to know as a brother to himself
only to find that destiny had already been set into motion.
Ironic, fate was.
Then, he could only drown in his own sorrow ..
as I slowly killed him.
AN – Blargh! _ I still don't own them! HOW CAN THIS BE.