Help me, help me, help me count.
The windstorm outdoors was causing quite a ruckus, sending raindrops whipping in a tornado-like vortex. The drops hurled themselves against the slick, darkened windows, dancing as the wind wailed a tragic song of life and loss.
His cat-like eyes scanned the ebony horizon, narrowing in a satisfacted state of mind. If only they knew the monster within was stirring, stretching……clawing at life like a fetus inside a mother's womb, just moments before it's to be ripped from its asylum. Licking his moon-white fangs, coating them with his tainted saliva, he steps forth, a blade in his palm. He was now crossing into unwarranted threshold. He didn't necessarily have to do this, but he felt obligated to.
Creamy, warm skin was like velvet to his finger-prints, and he could not help but caress it gently. Again, again. He did not have to do this. This was a clearly defined option….wasn't it? However, since his decision had been made, and he had concluded that this, indeed, was what he needed to perform…this was the line. The line drawn between all things good, and all things evil. If he crosses this line, then he's truly a monster. But if he just takes a few steps back…he can resume his old life, and ignore the voice echoing in his mind.
He cast a shadow over her white flesh, cupping her chin in his gloved paw. His thumb, with the claw poking through the leather material, grazed her skin gently, first leaving albino scratches, then reddening, until a streak of blood was wiped across her face with his thumb. He inhaled with a gasp, lowering his hand. Everything he touched, he DESTROYED. Staring down at his own two hands in pure horror, a lone tear trickled down his cheek.
Peering out the moonlit window as the storm cleared, he swallowed the lump that was choking him deep within his throat. It was then that he fell forward, his wings piercing through his roughened skin. A gurgly cry escaped his lips, as the agony from that, and the fact that his tail was lengthening into a long, whip-like tail, tore him to pieces.
One last cry echoed throughout the Tower, and the monster began its rampage.
Hehe…I'm back! Kinda….like it's said in my profile, I'm working on FMA. Because roy mustang is just so damn hot. -drool- And he belongs with Riza Hawkeye. XDD anyway. This little oneshot thing is dedicated to my BFF, Alexa. AKA Vibora. Her fic, you know you're right, is about bb having a dark side that escapes and almost gets the better of him…and stuff. this is just a fic about what would happen if he were to destroy the titans…. But yeah. n.n;; I'm alive, everyone. And I'm leaving Friday to go to Virginia! WHEEEE! For a week n stuff….so yeah…expect some Inuyasha/fullmetal alchemist stuff from me……
…. . -runs off-