Nightmare Huntress

I got this idea from a non-flamer, since I was unsure how to end this little saga of mine. But, review and enjoy, and flamers, GET OUT. (All the warning I shall give you flamers and you know who you are) If you are unaware, this is the second attempt of this fic's publishing. Blame the flamers, turn on some KoRN or Disturbed and enjoy!

Black hallway after black hallway, the only noise is my feet running. Breath is hard to catch, especially when moving, but the adrenaline kept me moving.

"Just stop, everything will be over soon…"

I couldn't answer though; I had to preserve that perfect air I still had in my lungs.

I turned a corner sharply, going down on my hands to keep from falling. Then, a wall. The worst thing in the world I could have come to in the world. I saw the shadow, my tormenter's shadow and I heard the laugh of a demon, which was fitting for his murderous appetite.

Then, his figure, looming in front of me, dark and powerful. He came closer as I slid against the back wall, fear over coming all other emotions. He was so close by now and I could feel his cold breath from where I stood.

"There is no escape bounty hunter, you are mine."

"No!!" I screamed, but then it all vanished.

I sat up off my bed, panting and shaking all over, remembering everything that had happened in such a short time. I looked around to make sure I was still in the same room, after all, the last time I fell asleep somewhere strange I ended up in a dungeon.

I saw a plate sitting at the entry way to my door that hadn't been there before. I crawled over the plate examining the dry looking bread and small glass of water that sat atop its dull surface. "Joy", I thought, "I'm going to be here awhile…"

I nibbled the bread slowly as I began to disassemble my sniper and slowly began the extensive cleaning process. As I examined the under side of the trigger catch, and I noticed a small roll of paper, tucked away inside a small notch. I gently pulled the paper from its compartment and unrolled it.

Tears came to my eyes as I studied it. It was an old photograph of my family, with my mother, father, brother and me all standing in front of our new house in Durnage. I was barely two years old but I remembered it so well, but come to think of it, how did Legato know I had lived there and how did he know I was standing in the rubble, alone, at the age of three?

Then, I remembered those strange shadows I saw on my walls every night, with long jagged spikes and a skull. Legato had been following me since I was two, and I had just realized it. But the happy times with my family washed over me, my playful brother, calm mother and optimistic father. All the happiness brought more tears to my eyes and before I knew it I was flat out crying.

I then heard a noise from behind me as the door swung on its hinges. I felt Legato's power fill the room as he walked into my room and stood over me. But I couldn't stop crying from the memories, even though I didn't want to show Legato my pitiful nature.

Legato bent down and sat on his knees almost identical to how I was sitting. He pulled my tiny frame against his chest and held me like I was small, frightened child.

He whispered softy, "Don't cry Leelu, use your sadness for rage against those who took your family. Kill those you made you suffer alone without anyone. Use your pain as power."

I curled up closer to him, afraid to be alone again in this tiny room. He wiped the tears from my eyes and cradled me gently. After a few minutes I gained control and began letting my little sheltered thoughts wander to destruction. Explosions, evil, destruction, power, rage, death, every moral I was taught swept away on a tide of darkness. "Legato", I thought, "I will be like Legato, powerful and ruthless. Not just bounties will fear my name, everyone will. They will suffer as I did for so long, they will feel my pain."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, as if to let all good thoughts flood out of my body. I looked up at Legato and whispered, "Master, I want to be like you, powerful, and I want to destroy the world that made me suffer."

Legato smiled as I finished my sentence. He set me down gently on the floor by my sniper and the old picture. He stood and said, "I shall find you a partner worth my approval, then you shall become the nightmare of the pitiful humans. You will hunt them like dogs, destroying everything silently like a plague of death and destruction."

"I will Master, and I'll enjoy every minute of the blood shed," I answered.

"I believe you shall," Legato replied, "Nightmare Huntress."

Hehe, see Legato is sweet after all. Well, more or less… Review please!