I had to blow off steam, Akazukin is just the character to help with that
"Why?" Akazukin asked, the smile on her face growing smaller by the second, "Why won't you keep playing with me!"
At her heels, a glob of red and pink was being smeared across a patch of once blue flowers and green grass. Of course, the more Akazukin stayed there, the deeper the crimson color bleed into the flower petals and eventually uprooting every last one.
The more she spread the ever-shrinking chunks of flesh and bone, the more vivid the dissatisfaction on her face became, for reasons only she understood
"You were so easy to kill, but even your body is running out before I can finish picture!" the little girl, no, the little devil whined, her voice going up a few pitches to convey her sadness to no one in particular. It had been only ten minutes from when she found a green wolf in that same patch of grass, up until the moment its body was spread seemingly randomly across the ten-meter patch of grass. There was still plenty of green, but the distraction of bone sticking out from the dirt made the few roaming nightmares stare at the red instead. They all understood the danger the girl posed, but even still, they felt the urge to go forward, to move on with the mission they were born with ingrained in their mind
"Attack"
First, it was one, then two, and finally three green wolves much like the one they had seen get torn apart before their very eyes. They felt sadness for their fallen brethren, even if not related by blood but still continued on, bearing their fangs at the red-hooded girl who without a second thought raised a hammer with a head as large as her body over her shoulders
"I thought the red cloak was to protect me from those stupid wolves," Akazukin muttered to herself, remembering the memories she had hidden away in her mind, from before she was sent to her grandmothers, from when she was a little girl in a village woven by her story
It was said when the Beasts of the Night were within the forest of a certain fairytale, the color red should be worn to protect the wearer. Akazukin remembers well the village chief instructing her and all the other she lived with to cover themselves in crimson, night after night for as long as she could remember
"Put on this red hood and be on your way…" she remembered her mother say before leaving to the forest by herself, "I wore this when I was a child, as did your grandmother."
Akazukin loved the hood not because of who it belonged to, but because of the smell. The hood was very warm, and it had her mother's scent, but best of all, it reminded her of the strong, metallic odor unique to a puddle of blood.
Ah, yes, the memories came flying back. The huntsman, how lucky to cut open the wolf. Her grandma, how lucky to be eaten by the wolf. The wolf, how lucky to have gotten killed.
Killed
Killed?
Akazukin, Little Red Riding Hood, dropped the hammer in her slender hands and grabbed her head, her fingers digging into her beautifully smooth hair
"Killed?" she said out loud, looking at the nightmares closing in on her, "I wasn't killed… why am I here? I went to grandma's and-"
A voice, a man's voice, rung loudly inside her head
"The victim is an unemployed girl, sixteen. A runaway. Disappeared from her home months ago by saying she was "visiting her grandma". It is alleged that it was a normal occurrence in the household. It was the reason a missing person report was not filed"
Another voice, speaking over the sound of sirens
Sirens? What are sirens?
"The murder weapon is yet to be discovered, and the surrounding area of the alley in East Shinjuku is being closed off to the public. The numerous bloodstains that litter the crime scene show a struggle on the victim's end, the perpetrator fled the scene"
"Shin… juku?" Akazukin clutched her head even more tightly, pulling out strands of hair as she clawed her scalp as if trying to dig her way into her own head. The more she heard the voices, the more confused she became. A runaway? Murdered? Blood of more than one person spilled on her clothes?
More questions arose, but that didn't matter, she knew the truth, she didn't know who the voices were, but she knew she would never get hurt like that. She knew there was no way she could die to something as pathetic as a knife. She was strong, after all, she had killed the Big Bad Wolf of the forest with her own hands
Yes, she remembered that moment more than anything else. She had so much fun that day, so much fun butchering that wolf into nothing
The green wolves around the smiling, silently laughing Akazukin took a step back, their growls growing timid, their tails dropping between their hind legs
"That wolf tried to convince me he was grandma," The smiling devil said to herself, looking down at her hands with shining, orange eyes, "I cut off one of its legs to make sure for myself, and I was right! It was the tricky wolf"
It was a blast, she thought, remembering the best fun she had ever had. The wolf, blood gushing from its severed leg, fell off the bed and tried to crawl away with its powerful upper body. It had stood up and walked like a person, but the whines coming from deep within its throat reminded Akazukin of a lost puppy more than a ferocious wolf or sickly grandma. Taking the kitchen knife she had already soaked in the wolf's blood, Akazukin cut off the howling wolf's tail in half, taking both fur and flesh and smearing it on the wooden floor. Once more, she approached, and one by one cut the wolf into many pieces.
A finger tossed by the bed
A shin over the counter
A pair of ears next to the table
A beating heart kicked up off from the floor into a small carpet of black fur
A fleeing huntsman who reeked of vomit, urine, and fear
The smiling devil paid no attention to him, after all, he was prey for another day. At the moment she dropped the heart, a masterpiece was spread upon the floor, an abstract drawing made with black fur, white bone, and crimson blood depicting a fleeing wolf, and triumphant little red riding hood.
Yes, that what she was trying to recreate in a grass patch in the forest within Library, and she had just the playmates to use as the paint
Securing what she saw to be her only real memories, Akazukin gave in to the sin she bore within her heart, to the sin that gave her strength, that kept her from feeling fear
Looking at the trio of green, frightened wolves, Akazukin felt nothing more than a warm heat that shrouded her entire body, one she knew well
The feeling of a body giving in to brutality, to violence in both mind, body and spirit
With a crazed laugh and inochi swarming out of her left eye like fire, Akazukin's appearance as she approached the nearest wolf began to change. Her red hood began to rip along with the black corset underneath it. Her skirt also began to tear itself, being replaced by one made of solid steel extending down below her knees and extending out one foot away from her. Her legs were covered with orange coils that seemed burned into her skin, and her feet became reminiscent of shadows. Behind her, a giant, fluffy, black wolf tail grew from where her tailbone was and drooped into a puddle of blood, while the hammer she had left on the ground changed as she picked it up as well. It looked like an open wolf's mouth, orange flames surrounding its edge, while a silver plate grew on the top left side of Akazukin's head, covering her eyes, but keeping her demented smile shining like the fires burning in hell itself, and eyes as cold as Nifelheim
"Please," she said, her voice echoing out, another voice reverberating along with her own as she spoke, "I want to play more violent games with a wolf!"
Raising her new weapon, Akazukin began to cut down all three nightmares. Their legs were crushed first, bone poking out of their thin, crooked legs as Akazukin took her time with each, examining them and ignoring the howling and growling at her feet
Next was their chests, with a swift kick and drop of her hammer she was able to see ribs, cracked and shattered falling out, leaving their beating hearts and pink lungs exposed, clear and red liquids oozing out from their open cavities
Finally, as they were wheezing for air, their tongues extended out in the air, their heads were caved in without hesitation with what was to the wolf in sheep's clothing, a satisfying "crunch" and "yelp"
The girl continued with her masterpiece as her clothes and weapon returned to normal, new elements being added to her art one by one. Vibrant shades of scarlet, pieces of green fur, pink pieces of warm flesh, and red-dyed bones were all placed around Akazukin, who when finished, nodded contently
Layed out on the grass only seen from above after the girl climbed a tree, a bleeding green nightmare wolf's head could be seen, and the laughter from the she-devil responsible for said masterpiece could be heard deep within the forest late into the night.
"I should do it again" Akazukin whispered with a hoarse voice, tired of cackling, "It was so much fun"
Forgetting about the mysterious headache and voiced in her head, Akazukin walked away in search for a new victim - a new playmate - in the world of Library, one that would hopefully survive longer than a few seconds
