Heh....another story....again, sorry to all those who want me to update other stories I have...but I do need a break from them once in a while. Here's a short to keep up your hopes! ************************************************************************

Pooling blood swallows me in my homicidal world, crimson and black. There's no escape from me, nowhere to run or hide now. The crimson stains my lips and my fingers as I come for you. I'll give you credit for lasting this long in my grasp of doom. I laugh as you plead for mercy. Your crimson life will stain my lips as well.

You have proven to be a fighter. You actually left a line of blood dribbling down my check. I'm impressed. I think I'll toy around with you, a game in my black world. Go on, run while you can. Run in fear, it makes the game more exciting. You have no time left anyways. Your tears fuel the fire inside me, the fire of insanity. Do think you'll live at the end.

To my surprise, you turn around, looking directly into my red eyes. You think you can change my mind? Heh, you are a strange one. Do you not see all the crimson staining the ground beneath your feet? Can you not see that I have no mercy? You take in many sobs before you rush at me and embrace the one who you once feared. Are you insane?

"Come back to me...please," you mumble as you continuously cry tears into my chest. I could kill you right now. Very easily, I might add. And yet, I don't want to. What is this feeling? It's not maniacal, nor is it bloodthirsty. It's...caring.

I push you away, holding my head as silver locks mix into my fingers, tainting it with blood. Something is not right here. You mean nothing to me! I raise my claws to attack you, to end this feeling...

But it got stronger. I can't bear to see you hurt. What!? Since when did I think about whether or not I could hurt someone!? My head begins to throb with pain. Someone inside is preventing me from attacking! No, he is asleep inside, he cannot overcome me. The only other cause could be...my own self.

I fall to my knees, now realizing that what I did was...wrong. I look around to those I have slain. It...sickens me. I realized that I consumed their crimson life, theirs. You came closer, worry on your face. Why do you worry for me? I almost killed you! Don't give me mercy. Don't care about me. Don't worry about me. Run away from me, far away. It's only a matter of time before I kill again.

You truly must be insane. Still, you approach me, still with worry. I don't deserve your worry, worry for those souls I have ended. You embraced me yet again. I cannot help but embrace you back. You now mean so much to me, much more than before. You softened this red-eyed killer; you've shown me my wrongs. Indeed I have no chance of reversing my flaming, fiery fate of Satan's chamber. Not even if I brought them back.

I still do, with my powers that I kill them with. I can tell they were your friends, as they gather you away from me. "A killer!" they mumble, "He'll kill you to! Stay away from him!" You cried as they stood in front of you, blocking any chance of ever attacking you. Instead, however, I run away, away from my sins. Away, I'll keep running until I cease to exist.

Your friends follow me, weapons ready. I'm frantic that they might follow me to their doom. A clearing in the trees shows a waterfall that nobody could survive if they fell down its white mist. I look behind to see they've stopped running. Goodbye and thank you for not following me. I let myself fall off the edge of the waterfall, falling down to the end. I'll know when I am dead when I hear the crack of my skull against the bottom.

CRACK!

************************************************************************ O.O Not exactly one of my normal fics, now is it? Just guess who the characters are, I bet you'll know. Now you see why I rated this PG-13? Review me, flames are welcome as well.