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If I could change, I would
If I could take back the pain, I would
If I could trace every wrong move that I've made, I would,
If I could stand up and the blame, I would,
I will take all my shame to the grave…~~~
PrologueA pair of jade orbs cut blankly through the night, staring into the Russian snows, and through into the grey, cold night. Crouched, almost feral, the small being sat on the ledge, sheets of cutting air tearing into the being in a regular pulse. Although bare arms showed no sign of the lack of heat, the body shook slightly, the breath coming in shallow gasps. Eyes staring. Dull. Asleep.
Ebony strands fell into a pale, smooth face, soft features now steeled against the cold. In one hand, something was clenched; one sharp edge jutted upwards, dark metal, with an inner sheen of silver. Like the eyes, so cold, so iron like, the glowing embers of a fire just visible behind the dull mask. A sudden movement below the window caught a sudden twitch of attention, caught in a set pose, like part of the stonework, a silent watcher.
The prey made its way hesitantly through the night, gaining on the cold, tall turrets of the cold, emotionless building, agonisingly slowly through the storm. Every sense tingling, the watcher hugged closer to the wall, hard features hidden by a long dark fringe.
Waiting. Interminably waiting. Then, like a snake, our watcher strikes, swooping like some creature from the flaming depths of hell, features twisted into a silent scream of agonised wrath. The victim froze, perhaps sensing the silent descent. Too late. Cold arms locked in an iron grip, pushing into that vein above the shoulder with such passionate force. The figure slumped into death.
The only sound now, above the snow was quiet, harsh breathing. The figure stood up, knee deep in the snows. The orbs cleared for second, vivid emerald, embedded with shards of amber, pupils dilated, like almonds standing on their small ends. A warm, feline presence coursed through the chest, a new pair of eyes opening inside. A small curve of the mouth revealed one ice-white canine, curved and sharp. A small spark flickered through the unresponsive brain, emotions, and flickers, until the teenager began to move stiffly towards freedom. One word, filled with warm gratitude escaped frozen lips. "Deguorre…"
Hmmm. Not bad, I know it's kinda short, I will make my chapters that follow very loooong, though, so never fear!
~Dreadbud