Cerulean
Prolog:
Running...
I've never felt so exhilarated... So free...
So chased.
My lungs burn.
My body feels wild.....
I am happy...
Terrified....
Expectant..
Death is alluring.
Mysterious.
Comforting...
I am at the edge of Life and Death...
Nearly a dozen men with angry scowls surround me. Weapons are drawn.
"Face your end you Kaibutsu!" one hisses, lashing out at me.
I feel blood drizzle down my arm. I lick the blood from my claws slowly, savoring the metallic tang.
The man falls to the ground.
I have killed dozens today... One more hardly seems to matter.
Knowing that the crimson stains my lips, chin and teeth, and knowing it enrages these men more... I smile and chuckle deeply.
"Oh? And what will you do Ningens? Have you forgotten it is I who stole your noble prince? I who has slain your brave and worthy king, your pure Queen and innocent Princess? Let me remind you then... Would you like to hear all the savory details? How I tore their intestines out? How their blood misted the air... How their hearts beat in my hand, before I crushed them? I suppose you'd even like to know why I did it?...." I mused.
"Kill her!" the leader hissed.
I took a step backwards.
I had two choices.. I couldn't escape..... It was just Death and I....
But I could chose how I was going to die...
I could suffer by the hands of these mortals...
Or free fall...
Blades or free fall.....
I looked to the shining jewel in my hand. I could almost see the soul residing in the obsidian depths...
I smiled, baring my fangs.
I wouldn't be dead forever...
I closed my eyes and let my body topple over the edge.