Act VIII: Nine Years Later, Chapter VII: Sorrow and Gloom
The skyline was so pretty at night, especially with all its lights that would define the whole area. Most of these lights were either white or orange, and some were blue, green, or some other uncommon light color. She didn't get to see enough of it, she simply didn't care as time went on to doing its job of upgrading the world to increase the amount of wonderful sights she could see one day when she chose to finally have a break from the mental exhaustion. And that day had come tonight, alone and up in the sky, mesmerized by a simple city full of life yet.
But it changed nothing of her reality, it neither made the current status better. She had been alone quite long, ever since that one moment where she lost control of her ravenous appetite and committed that unholy sin against another human being once more. She smelled something so good and delicious and decided she wanted it, more than anything, and thus, she gave in and had herself another human meal. It was good, yet it wasn't. It could never be good. It was never good, she should have known it. So why did she just-?
2030
Gloom left the pair, flying away far from their residence. She had met her new friend's parents and older sister, and had a good dinner that was not just another severed limb- and if she was truthful, she didn't get too sick from the food. The soup she had was far different than the soup she could even barely recall, or maybe it had been the same time and the memory of her tongue fooled her into thinking otherwise... If she remembered biology being that way. Was it biology? And that's how you'd know she was that old, that far from where she belonged to.
The ceremonious laughing and cheering, the hearty chatter and pleasant, well-mannered setting had brought joy to Gloom. Thankfully, this household didn't require to be formal in the elite standards. She used utensils, pressed the napkin to her face, and would excuse herself when she needed to burp. Yes, girls burped often.
It was a happy moment for them all, and it might just have been their last one in awhile. She was there, one second, enjoying herself and them as company. The next, she was bloodied up, chunks of a dead woman's flesh lodged in her teeth. She kept her mouth shut for the flight, not caring who had seen her or what problem could befall her from this aftermath. She'd be further on the run, now having to avoid contact as much as she could. And of course, there was also the problem of her insatiable hunger.
Now
She forced it upon herself, choosing a means of violence that would help her. Help her by taking beatings through illegal underground fighting. She'd bleed just like the other girl would, but she'd go berserk and desire the blood that she'd lose focus in all other parts, leaving her susceptible to being given a nasty beatdown that would leave her weak and broken, even worse than the opponent sometimes. And that was fine, she wanted it. She wanted to punish herself as push past her cannibalistic urge this way. To have the smell just carry her away while she could not do anything about it. To fight it by not acting. Little by little, her unquenchable thirst would be gone.
She uppened the game soon, fighting stronger opponents until she was then facing better fighters, eventually coming across Nyla Laude, a common face among the fighters. They fought, and she had won, utilizing the advantage of her height, doing circles and striking where Nyla was too slow to attack, courtesy of having watched enough fighting to learn the tricks.
And the audience had been in for the shock that night.
That was hours ago. Hours after Gloom had changed up and found Nyla bleeding to death, the perfect trial to prove she had changed, and rather than succumbing to eating away at the blonde, she offered help- and of course, Nyla chose death for some reason. Maybe it was the humiliation of losing to a nothingness like Gloom, or something else she would not know, or would ever. It wasn't a Gloom thing, and if it was that Nyla wanted to die...
Gloom let it happen. Sometimes, death was a way out of the hell that life had become. At least she knee she'd never lose control again, never to eat another Liena Jefferson out there. Never again, she'd tell herself in a lonesome place of emptiness, it'd never happen again. And she'd keep herself in line by continuing to fall at the feet of a stronger opponent on an endless loop until she'd graduate to pro fighter, and then, and the blood in the world she lived in would remain dripping down upon concrete, to stain further the very grounds she walked on. And nothing else, in the end. Nothing else but blood. Remember Gloom by your own blood she'd spill if you ever stepped into the ring against her, because she would not remember it.
She would not ever care to remember, for in the end, it was a thing of sorrow.
She dove down, freefalling...
Falling...
Falling...
Fell again, and the only force to stop her was either herself or the hard ground to make her into street pizza. But who could ever say which one had done the job?
She closed her eyes midway.