Ohh, another update. Uh, warning - this one kicked the rating up. It's ultra dark - never knew I could write like that.
Also, just a note now - the victim's an OC. Just so you all know. I regret doing what I've done. And another note, this one doesn't have a backstory. It's just there... so the backstory's up to you guys!
Disclaimer: Don't own KH.
Prompt 3: Murderous
I clutched the knife tightly in my right hand, staring down at the victim tied up before me. My victim. She was shaking, her light, sun-streaked blonde hair dampened with sweat, her near-obsidian eyes wide with horror. He skin was almost sickeningly perfect, sickeningly unmarred.
She was my exact opposite.
Me, my hair was in dark spikes, dangerous spikes, only a few shades darker than her eyes. I looked in the mirror and saw her golden locks within my own golden irises. And her skin... not a single scar. I looked down at my right hand. I probably had more scars on that hand alone than she'd ever have in her entire life.
No...
I do have more scars than she ever will.
I grinned at her, running my finger across the blunt edge of the knife. She shook her head in fear, saying tensely, "Vanitas, please, don't do this."
I stepped closer to her, letting her watch her reflection in the blade, letting her see how pathetic she looked. She only began to struggle against her binds, ignoring the blade before her. "I have to."
She shook her head again, pleading, "Please! I'm your friend, aren't I?"
"Friend?" I shook my head in return, moving behind her and holding the knife at her neck. She immediately froze, wary of the sharp blade. "I have no friends, no companions. I walk alone in the world."
She inhaled sharply. "Vanitas—"
"Shut up." I said bitterly. She didn't have time to gasp before I slid the knife across her neck, slit her throat with my own hands.
She made a soft choking noise before she went silent. Her warm blood gushed between my fingers, soaking my hands with her life.
Her life was mine.
I laughed and threw the knife onto a table. Blood splattered across the wood's surface as I stepped away from her lifeless body.
I stared at my bloodstained hands, a sick grin on my face. "I told you that your life was in danger."
I looked up at her lifeless body, watching the blood stream down her front like an endless fountain. My grin widened.
"I told you I was murderous."
Vanitas holds no regrets.
I guess my inner angst master's coming out... and here I thought I was the fluff master... sigh...
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