MY CURSE

Thousands of decaying bodies,

An endless sea of blood,

The scars will never disappear,

My hands are forever stained red.

Each time I look at my reflection,

I see crimson; I'm covered in blood.

It doesn't matter how many times I wash my hands

The feeling still stays.

My soulless ice blue eyes staring back at me.

It's disgusting how inhuman I am.

WARNING: I'll be adding a OC at this point. It would also be wise to pay attention to the little details so that some parts aren't confusing...unless I messed up with the little details and just made this chapter damn confusing...

Chapter5

Violent Tendencies

Blood dripped everywhere. It fell off the walls in sluggish tidal waves, only to stain the already bright red floor a deep crimson. Four bodies laid in the center of the room, their last drops of life mingling into one giant puddle. An expression of pain and terror was etched upon the man's and his wife's faces. Their two little girls had tear stains pasted below their open, hollow eyes. Such death and destruction, such carnage. She looked upon it without flinching. She looked upon the lives she had took and didn't even feel a pinch of remorse. And yet, at the same time, she didn't find the scene beautiful. She could find no joy in the blood that pooled before her. Surely, it would be logical that if she didn't feel pain in killing then she would obviously feel at least pleasure, right? Then why didn't she fell neither? Why didn't she feel any fucking emotion at all! The only way someone could possible looked at such a scene and not be disgusted beyond words, is if they were a, "Demon." she whispered harshly, yet at the same time coldly. "I am nothing but a fucking demon. Nothing but a damn tool that death swings around at people!" Her fist collided into the wall at her right side. Her fist went strait through. Yet she did not feel anything or notice; too lost in her brooding thoughts.

The sound of sirens sprang forth from the distance. Lifting her head she took one last look at the carnage before swiftly turning on her foot and began walking toward the front door. Grasping the handle, she turned the knob and opened the door. She was greeted by the drizzling rain. Taking a step forward out of the small blue house, she looked up into the clouds with a blank gaze, as the rain soaked through her clothes, washing away any remnants of her sinful deed. The world soon fell silent to her as she gazed into the unending nothingness above her. She felt a slight dizziness, as if a haze was beginning to lift from her eyes. Blinking slowly she focused on the sky. It was then that she realized that is was not raining. Looking down at her hands she noticed that blood still stained them.

Another blast from sirens reminded her that she better get going. She took one look at the white house behind her before running off into a nearby alley.

Faster and faster she ran, not once stopping to see where she was going. Finally she stopped when she realized that she was no longer in the town but near a grave yard. She couldn't help but give a humorless chuckle. "Why does it not surprise me that I would find myself at a graveyard after what I've done."

"Because it reminds you that you are not the only thing that kills." a voice said from behind. Yet Karou was not the least bit surprised at the sudden words. She new someone had been watching her, and she knew who it was. "Ah, so it would seem." Karou said as she moved through the gate in front of her. Walking forward she knelt down before the nearest grave, all the while knowing the person from before had followed like a second shadow. 'Ha, second shadow, what an ironic thought.' Karou mused. "Tell me Shadow Blade, what news do you bring?" she inquired.

Shadow Blade gave her an amused look. "Oh? And how do you know I'm here to tell you something? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I just felt like visited? To catch up on everything and go down memory lane to remember all the good times we had together?"

Karou scoffed. "Bullshit. The only times you every visit in person is when something really shitty is going to happen." Karou lifted a hand and slowly traced the name on the tombstone. "Besides,

you memories of the past are almost as dark as mine," she looked up at Shadow Blade and looked her in the eyes, "and I know for a fact that you wish to forget it ever happened just as much as I do." she said quietly while her eyes held a sad, knowing look.

"If so, then why do you still kill?" Shadow Blade asked.

Karou gave her a sad, hopeless smile. "Times are tough and I need the money. Unfortunately, killing and anything associated with it are the only things I know how to do. They are the only jobs I'm capable of doing. Besides, we both know that once a man slayer, always a man slayer. We cannot escape from what we have been turned into. It's best to just go with it instead of fighting ourselves all the time. We are too far stuck in combat mode to unwind and fit into normal society."

Both fell silent after that last statement. Neither moved and continued to stare at one another. Shadow Blade was the first to look away. "Ah." she said. She sighed before meeting Karou's sapphire eyes once more. "A rumor has been running around that Hitokiri Ice is back from the dead and is reeking chaos for the Ishin. (A/N: can someone tell me the real name; I'd look for it myself but I'm too lazy...) You wouldn't happen to have any clue as to the authenticity of this rumor, would you? The killings are identical to your own style." she raised her eyebrow.

Karou's eyes narrowed. "No. While I have been killing, all the jobs are random and don't center around people working for the Ishin. Either someone's trying to copy me, " her eyes turned to slits, "or someone's trying to blackmail me."

Shadow Blades eyes widen slightly in surprise. "Wait a minute! If someone's trying to blackmail you, that means that they know who you are right? I thought you told me that everything and everyone that knew of your secrets died in that fire!"

Karou stood up and brushed off you pants. She bowed her head slightly so that her bangs covered her sapphire eyes. Her voice became icy. "Exactly. I don't know who could've possible survived that fire, but when I find them," a small smirk painted itself on her face. Slowly she tilled her head up slightly to show Shadow Blade her eyes. Karou's ice frozen eyes gleamed electric blue. "They are as good as dead."

Next Up

Chapter6

Resurrection's Suck

Er yeah, I'm finally done with this short chapter! I completely forgot about my story since I've been so busy enjoying my summer break! I'm leaving July 8 to go to Mexico for a month and a half so don't expect another chapter until, maybe, September or so.

Guardian of Death