Notes: Standard Disclaimers Apply. And sorry for the long wait, would've been up earlier but I got banned for writing a songfic. Yeah…
The Imperfections We Weave
Chapter 2-Bloody Insanity
One of the things I enjoyed most in life: the stars. When you look at them, it's like they're looking back. You get the sense that you're not alone, that you're protected from all ailments. And you just know that there has to be something more than...
...this.
My room had become weighted with the ever-infectuous sorrow that also filled me. And throughout my entire life, I don't think I'd ever felt so full. My back tingled as a tremor ran through me.
'It was never meant to be...'
I gave a pitiful noise as another wave of emptiness flooded me. It felt as though my stomach was steadily shrinking away into a tiny knot, and I felt myself getting sick again. I hurried over and slid open the door then leaned over the railing of the balcony and emptied the contents of my stomach.
I was miserable.
I swiped clingy strands of sweaty hair from my face and looked up at the pale sky. Judging by the lighting, it was only about three or four in the morning. The birds had begun to chirp and twitter some time before, though. The cool, fresh air had never been so welcoming... and, at the time, it seemed like a good idea to get away from all the silence and depression of my room.
I climbed down the many flights of stairs, which was quite difficult because I was unable to rid myself of the haziness in my vision. But eventually I reached the baths. I heard the thumping of feet even before I entered the dark room. It didn't surprise me much, though; there was almost always some type of spirit scrounging about for dropped valuables.
Suddenly I felt a very familiar primal urge. I wanted to hurt. Make hurt and be hurt. And I had already begun to pity the poor soul that was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I hid in the shadows, simply... watching this person, the slug spirit. I could feel the moonlight glinting off my trained eyes, but never once did I think this through. Never once did I stop and think of the consequences.
Just gave in.
'...Just give up...'
Anger surged through my whole body, I hated being this weak. This helpless. Before I could stop myself, I pounced on the girl, much like a cat. She gave a startled shriek and thrashed for a few seconds, but she was nowhere near as strong as me.
"Stop it," I hissed. Apparently she recognized the voice, because she stopped squirming and gave an enamored sigh.
"Oh, Haku, I knew that I'd be the one you chose!" The slug spirit whispered excitedly.
'I hate it-'
"I hate it," I mumbled lowly, lacing my fingers around her pale neck.
"What-?" She asked densely. Temperamental and stupid.
"I hate it," I growled, squeezing. "I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I..."
I released her neck, which already had yellowy-purple bruises forming, and grabbed handfuls of hair. Bang.
"HATE..." Bang.
"YOU..." BANG.
Rip.
Brown strands of hair were made even darker by the blood that held it to my hands. She had stopped screaming, even if she wanted to, I don't think she could scream. Partially because of all the blood and partially because she was dead.
I brushed emerald hair out of my face with bloody hands, leaving evidence of our encounter there.
I left the spirit's mangled body on the ground, and made my way back to my room. I felt no guilt or fear, only satisfaction. And when I reached my room, for the first time in quite a while, I slept.
'Am I insane?'