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Tired….
Sarah was tired..
Her body cold and wet to the bone as droplets of water from the humid weather of the valley continued to slid down the mess that had become her hair and down into her chin, muscles aching and beyond words after months of abuse and lack of a proper meal.
Dust and mud clinging to her frail looking form, almost concealing the ragged, weak shallow-breaths of a body barely able to keep itself from been pushed anymore, her fingers bleeding from hours of carving against the ground. The red ichor bleeding slowly into the watery mud-holes around her, becoming diluted soon after.
Her body had been pushed beyond the point of no return. And yet… she kept going.
When her hands bleed, she merely carved harder.
When her arms hurt, she just kept pushing against the terrible soreness.
And when she could no longer keep herself steady or up, she used her teeth to continue on, biting and chewing wood and rock.
The pain….no longer keeping her in check like many times before, but becoming something that drove her further into a self deleting spiral. A drive still pushing her forward, not allowing her little malnourished body to fall down and die in a whimper like her mother.
There was something she wanted to do.
Something that she needed to do.
It didn't matter what it was, how long it took, how simple it may have been to someone else, or how much she would have been spared off if she had just decided to follow that urge for blood still stuck on her throat instead of doing this.
In her simple mind it was clear what she would have normally chosen to do, it still surprised her that she had even come so far instead of just reverting back to what she usually liked to do.
But in her own way...she understood. She understood that this time it was not fun or hunger that drove her forward but a burning sting in her chest.
Mamas death leaving behind a need to kill that went beyond eating. An impulse that went beyond that desire to hurt something. The prickling sensation of tears forming around the corner of her eyes only making her shake her head as a response.
Thinking of mama made her sad, but she was not weak. She wasn't….
She was strong.
She would be the strongest, just like mama said she was.
She would show them.
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She would show them all...
However, until that moment came….the only thing left for her to do was...wait.
Partially because she was tired…, but also because she knew that she had no need to search for her prey. It would come straight towards her.
The pestering silence ended at last when her ears perked at a distant sound on the wind. Soft at first before growing in intensity as the source slowly grew nearer and nearer. Loud….and completely amateurish, followed by the trail of voices that the wind was so gentle to blow at her direction alongside their scent left no room for doubt of who were coming.
Her small hands clenched in anticipation, clawing the dirt beneath them.
Finally…...they were here.
``Look brother, there she is…´´
``Hmpf, look at her...covered in dirt like a mere pig. Urgh, she stinks..´´
Though she wasn't really listening much, she felt angry at what she assumed were some sort of insults. Slowly, she rose her head from the dirt she had been laying over, tilting it in order for a pair of tired lilac eyes to look at the two who were by now standing right behind her.
Two boys.
Young…yet slightly older than her.
Short black onyx hair on top of their heads, each of them bearing the trademarks of a wolf Theriantrope of their clan with their sharp pointed ears and their tails wiggling behind them with what could one belief was amusement at the sight in front of them.
They looked so much like her, shared almost every aspect that she could think of with the exception of just a few things here and there.
Clean, well fed and a look in their eyes that felt completely wrong.
It was them.
Her brothers
Her mothers other children.
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The traitors.
Her hands fully clenched into tight fists, a small purring sound growing inside her chest as her heart started to beat faster remembering how they had left her, left her mother as they renounced of them when mama fell sick.
Calling her things.
Choosing a different mama to take care of them while they slowly died.
Attacking her to steal her kills when she came back to feed mama because they were too lazy to hunt by themselves.
The two walked almost past her, sending a few dark looks at her in the process before something else caught their attention.
``Hey, what are there two holes here?´´ The shorter of the two mused before glaring at her with a side eye ``Were you digging for some bones like some dog..? Shame on you..´´
``Ha, good one brother but perhaps she was looking to bury herself.., she is all bones by now´´
`` Yah, she surely looks like shit.´´
She found herself grunting in pain when she felt a quick to her ribs. Her instincts starting to scream at her to pounce, to hunt, to kill..
Instead she dragged herself a little to her right, prompting the other two to take a step closer to her left with. their backs against the graves.
``Ha, look at her...incapable of even saying anything at all. It is really nice of her to make it easier for the rest of us..´´
``Well, we could have just left the beasts feast on her, who care what happens to a little failure like her, right?´´
``Yeah, who cares…´´
Anger pounded on her heart, the sound almost deafening her on the spot, her canines growing inside her mouth.
``Hey Sarah, why don't you lie down and die already ?´´
``Yeah, like that weak failure...´´
The two sneered out loud, but she said nothing. Merely standing up to a semi sitting position.
``Hey! We are talking to you idiot..´´
``What? You are giving us the silent treatment?´´
Her tail started to raise upwards, malnourished muscles starting to gear to work as if they were completely fine.
``Tsk, you think you are better than us? Just because you managed to keep that piece of meat that day means shit, you hear us..!?´´
``Yeah, you were lucky we did not decided to trash you harder than we did, weakling…´´
She tilted her head to the side and glared at the two, blood slipping down her chin from fangs that had grown long enough to pierce the soft flesh of her lips. If looks could kill, they would have already been done and buried a while ago.
A moment of panic flared in her brothers eyes, the two taking a step back from the sheer amount of killing intent coming from her. As if finally coming to terms that something was wrong about this set up.
Leaving now would have been the wisest thing.
Instead a fist found its mark on the side of her face from a predictable and slow swing a few seconds later as pride carried the act. The blow making her head snap to the opposite direction, yet a bitter smile spread on her lips.
Weak...
It was weak.
Too weak.
They were weak.
A realization that may not have changed anything inside her, but that served to only redoubled a conviction that had been already growing inside her with a pleasant certainty that had not been present earlier.
Because if they were not strong, if they were weaker than her...they they could only be PREY!
``Ok, fuck it! This ends now´´
``Wait, what are you going to do?..´´
``What does it look dumb-mass? I am going to kill her..´´
``Wait, really...? You are going to do that now...?´´
``Of course, why are you even stammering about..?´´
``I-nothing, just felt a little bit too soon..´´
``Soon my ass, she is thinking herself better than us when she is not. The weak die, the strong live….we are doing her a favor don't you think? Our clan needs no longer to bear the shame of having the likes of her with us..´´
He didn't wait for a response from the other, merely approaching her and pulling her up from her hair, forcing her to look at him up close.
``Of course it does…. See? She cant even do shit, I mean...what is the worst thing that could happen..?´´
The words were oozing with that putrid confidence that only comes from a bully who had never had anyone stand up to them until that very moment, yet by the time he realized that she had got a stupidly strong grip over the back of his head it was all over.
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He didn't say this often….., but it was clear he had made a mistake when he had gave her a free shooting range pass of her own liking. The head ache this strange morning shenanigans would bring would be terribly understated.
Luckily, against all odds, whether he expected it or not it was a rather brief affair after the initial commotion.
Right, luck….
Eating breakfast while exchanging small talk between one another in a table that was too large for just three souls in an even bigger room. A rather blatant waste of space if there was one, though one he found neither the need or interest to speak about.
He had come down ready to see what kind of "intellectual lecture" the Matron of the house wished to make him go through now that his husband was out on a business trip, perhaps using the excuse of having Sarisha in the room to make it seem more simple and familiar than it actually was.
Presenting a warm and approachable front while hiding the claws behind, a decision he could respect.
Instead he got something truly more mundane: How were his studies going? Was he experimenting or having any problems? Did he need anything? Was he acclimating himself well to the Household?
Nothing wrong with that.
So why, WHY instead of starting with that was the first important thing that she asked to be… "that" thing?
His face grimaced at the memory.
The vulgarity and randomness of such a measly and useless question thrown out of the chamber like a monkey holding onto a machine gun leaving a bitter taste of disappointment in the human race on his mouth.
Why?
Why by the darkness sake and all that it was unholy the woman thought that was the first and best pick of a "free" question..? What was even the purpose of asking any of that?
If she had followed with a more deeper, insightful strike he would have pegged it as merely softening the target, but nothing of the sort ever happened.
Urgh, to think that the little brain-dead idiot had more tact had been a surprise when she burst out loud calling her mom for that in complete embarrassment and astonishment. Who could blame her? Especially with Who in their sane mind asked a ten year old if they had sex at first hour in the morning!?
Who does that..!?
His face furrowed as if he had swallowed something truly foul. For fucks sake, did no one thought of the children..? Where the people of this world that kind of deviants...? The thought made his artificially made guts churn in unison. Especially...because he had seen something similar play before…..albeit more sinister.
Sighing, he made a mental promise to never participate in family gatherings unless the world was at risk of damnation.
In the end she had chalked it to try to gauge a reaction from him by saying something so...inappropriate on a whim. Applauding him afterwards for keeping even then his cool and showing a true Pendragon stoicism.
Right.
Those were….words.
He really hoped the woman would not try to up the game a notch or two and sent whores or servants to his room to "gauge" his reaction any further. His distaste of these games could only be placated so far before he killed someone.
Afterwards, she just talked, and talked and talked, not really waiting to hear whether he answered or not anything she said. Always smiling, always having a giggle to share...and why on earth did she and her gremlin of a daughter thought convenient to ask about fashion?
What was he supposed to say to that? Black? Well….black was good, practical, but he was sure that was not the answer they were pestering him about.
It was a rather awkward situation to be subjected to….
Still, at least he had managed to keep his cool and survive what the common people call a social interaction with idiots who were not masters of misdirection or lies, but a bunch of pumpkins that had drank too much of the kool aid of fairy-tales.
Funny, that had he not gone through the whole ordeal he would not have caught on onto something. Which was why he had returned back to his room after a brief visit to the library. A book now laid open over his lap as listless eyes devoured the information printed on the sheets.
"You seem a little more up beat now, why? Something caught your interest..?"
Also, the witch was keeping him company this time now that she had returned…..form wherever ghosts went out on a stroll. Respecting his boundaries for the moment as she pretended to seat over an empty seat close by.
Which….suited him just fine.
``You could say that…´´ He admitted, it wasn't like she was wrong.
"Could it be little old me~" Aurora she purred.
``No..´´
"Are y-"
``No..´´
"Truly, truly s-"
``No..´´
He grunted firmly, his tone demanding if not down right ending the nonsensical trail of blabbered questions with a voiceless warning just as he slammed close the book he had been holding in his hands, dispersing a small cloud of dust from the pages in the process.
His eyes finally glancing at Aurora since this conversation began. His eyes not taking on her presence, but the way she held herself on his presence as their eyes met in the air.
Radiant and full of energy as always, wasn't she? Always ready to tackle the day positively and with humor.
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Sometimes he envied her for that.
A secret he would keep to his grave….
"Hpmf, you could have at least tried to pretend to stutter just once." She said, feigning a pout while also looking away with theatrical anger as her arms crossed below her ample chest., for some reason the massive orbs bulging forward like balloons the more pressure she exerted over them "You big confident handsome jerk..."
``What..?´´
"So, what is it?"
He glared at her for a moment, eyes closing to a half lid, taking into consideration the way she ignored his request though not giving it much thought anyway in the end. It was probably nothing worth of note, nor he expected her to explain herself if questioned.
``Just that I realized one particular thing I had not been aware of, no.., not aware….purposely blind perhaps if you could say...´´
He said slowly as he gestured lazily with a hand at the closed book he still held a grip over, however stopping for a brief moment as he tried to find the right words to explain it.
And just like that he messed it up when he hesitated at the vicious little shits widening grin.
"Oh dear, oh gracious…"
``Please, don't start..´´
"How could there be something my dear does not know..?"
``Aurora...´´
"Then it can only mean that the world is going to end isn't it, we are doooomed-!"
A second later and with the gift of a quick hand the purple haired menace was laying on the floor on her back, well…..whatever it could be call "laying" when you where a ghost anyway. Slender, soft fingers frantically rubbing the new reddened, steaming spot on her forehead. A particular gift a book that had somehow struck the ghost dead center on her face, uncaring of the fact that she was supposed to be incorporeal in the first place.
He wondered how that came to be….
"OI! What was that for..!? That actually hurt"
The ghost whined as expected, he pinched the bridge of his nose. ``Stop getting on my nerves.., I am trying to have a normal conversation with you for darkness sake...´´
"And where is the fun in that~? Is in my nature after all..."
``No, you are just been childish., there is a difference´´
``So says the master of good manners, throwing boring books at people...´´
``I had the faint hope it could transmit some sense in that chaotic head of yours´´
``Well, it didn't work..´´
``I know, next time I will throw more...´´
``Ha! That was a nice joke…´´
``Who said I was joking?´´
``Call it a woman's intuition darling~…´´
She said floating once again back up to her feet. From feigned anger, to mischievous delight. He grunted again in acknowledgment, shaking his head inwardly as he chose to keep himself from openly scowling. Right now was not the moment.
Still, she wasn't making it easy with how much of a ball of energy that she was.
With the flick of his fingers the book he had thrown away came back in a flash of light to his hands, a hand slapping away the dust from its frame before he allowed it to rest on his lap.
``Just…. keep it the antics down for a few minutes and I will take for you a treat…´´
He muttered with a deadpan tone….only to receive a strange glare from the witch.
[Now what is it...?]
``What?´´
"I am not a dog…"
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``What..?´´
"I said….I am not a dog.."
Was Auroras quaint and sharp response, the witch placing her hands over her hips as she stared at him with something akin to a frown.
He was not confused, he was just left speechless…
Dog? What she talking about? Had she finally lost her mind? Had her old age finally come up to shrink her already lackluster sense into senility..? Now of all times..?
"Surely you are not that dense.., well, I suppose I should not have it against you in your old age"
A twitch started to form on his right eye Why had he to suffer her...?
Still...
``My apologies, but I didn't imply-´´
"But if you want to work it that way I am sure that I wont mind, your "sister" does have some interesting books about said topic. Never thought you were into that kind of stuff, how bold of you~."
The desire to throw the entire library at the witch was a strong one. Especially after her childish antics and the intent behind the way she punched those last words and their not so hidden meaning.
He had seen better theatrics from a bunch of pox ridden monkeys...
``The thing is before I was stupidly interrupted by you….that I realized that I have not been outside the mansion...at least, in a properly fashion..´´
Now she stared at him, confusion drawn in her face as her eyes blinked once, then twice before a raised eyebrow and a quirky smile was all that remained from her puzzled expression, slowly pushing her ethereal form from where she stood, changing it for a more comfortable one. His own lap.
Gently, yet deliberately pressing herself against him. Against "that". He was starting to regret that he could feel her touch.
"Yes, you have. Remember when you went shopping and sent a tenth of the capital to hell? Now those were the days..."
She said while ignoring the stinking eye he was throwing at her. She also really shouldn't have made the motion and follow up childish noise of an explosion while she explained that. It made the entire thing a joke.
Alas, that was what she loved to do...was it not?
``I meant in my public persona, you imbecile….´´
He quietly snapped, pushing a side the tide of purple hair that threatened to blind him, revealing the exposed back and neck of the woman….and that know it all grin of hers.
"Hah? Oh, that.…."
``..´´
"..."
``Just "oh"? That is your entire response..?´´
"What? Were you expecting more..?"
He rubbed his forehead with his hand, feeling the migraine just growing by the second.
``I-…...forget it.´´
She seemed to smirk at his annoyance, typical.
"You know, I could continue to tease you about this to infinity. You are cute when you are dumbfounded.."
As if to reinforce those words he felt her sinking into him a little more, leaning over him, an arm hoisted to the side so that she could nudge a little better with him. It could have been worse, she could have tried to trap him with her legs like that day.
``Please, don't...´´
"Are you sure?"
The muscles of his hand holding the book started to clench.
Could a ghost die by book?
"On second thought I think its a good idea to leave this at that…, we wouldn't want you to blow a fuse in your old age…..or something else"
He scoffed. ``You should know by now that I don't take kindly to that...´´
"You are welcome~.."
``Good darkness, you really are a child. I hope that one day you at least try to held yourself a little more...mature´´
"I can be all the mature that you could want me to be darling, but... lets work our problems one at a time, ok....?" She said with a playful wink.
He bit down the need to groan. ``As long as you don't pile more while you are it..´´
"No promises.."
``I will hold you to it nonetheless. Now, move…´´
"I am good, thanks.."
``Shitty witch..´´
"Grumpy old man..."
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"So, what is it...?"
``What I have come to realize, is that while I have been busy marking my territory within the confines of the state to push the changes I am slowly giving way….I forgot that I have not yet slip out from the confines of this gilded cage I have constructed around me..´´
"I don't follow…"
``I didn't expect less from you´´
"Rude.."
``Now, think of the lands of this family as a microcosms of the entire kingdom we are currently residing. Whatever happens here is merely a dimmed reflection of what happens everywhere else, only that in this case the situation is far more…..nuanced.
"How much?"
``Enough to keep the changes happening here rather isolated from the rest of the whole..´´
Honestly, it had taken him a while for it to finally dawn on him that as Koldarrd….he had never walked in Midgard proper.
Asking others about what they had seen or heard on the towns or cities when they had free time like what was it like? How affluent were the people? How did they live? Did not truly count…..not because it was a weak and shallow shortcut, but rather with the way they tried to avoid the subject altogether.
Most of the time, they would smile and try to feed him some piece of nonsense that was obviously meant to ease whatever worries he had in order to make him feel good rather than give him what he had wanted in the first place.
Crime was non existent, everyone lived and ate just as good as he did. Everyone was happy…..and the rivers where filled with wine and the buildings were made of cotton candy and people shitted gold….
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For darkness sake, could they at least tone down the sugar for five minutes!? There was just so much he could take with a straight face. Still, at least those answers were not as bad as when they immediately, shamelessly went out of their way to change the topics to something else entirely.
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``What is your current salary...? Are you expecting a raise soon..?´´
``Oh young Lord, look, isnt the dog over there from the kitchens really cute..?´´
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``How are the streets beyond the core capital avenues after the incident...?´´
`` My young Lord, please tell us how your sword lessons with the guards at the arena went...!´´
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``Are the homeless under state protection with the necessary resources to live with dignity..?´´
``This tie looks really good on you my Lord…, would you like it in other colors..?´´
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``Is there anything unsatisfactory with the treatment of the nobility with the common folk...?´´
``The sun outside its gleaming with such a warm light, do you want to go out in a picnic my Lord?´´
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``Urgh…... I always had to stop myself from calling them out on their false words.´´
Of course they did occasionally slip up. And the picture they paint was at least more closer to home….the one before the war….or was it after? Memory was a fickle thing.
"Sounds….rough.."
He merely grunted in acknowledgment as he picked her up from his lap and force her ethereal body away from him, leaving her floating like a balloon over the ceiling of the room.
``You have no idea….´´
"Still, I don't get it…"
He sent a harsh look at her direction, one mixed between exasperation and mild curiosity.
``What PART of it were you oblivious now..?´´
Aurora rose her hands in a placating manner. "Now, now….don't get bitter. I am just saying, that you are blowing it out of proportion. Is it not good that those outside these walls cant or are not even aware of what is going on..?"
``Go on...´´
"I mean, if I were to fight against a cult of maniacs that rule everywhere...I would like to be as unnoticed as possible. I mean...you surely could blow up a kingdom or two with a snore, but…..that approach is not what you really want, right?"
``A fair deduction..´´
``Really...?´´
``Yes wanton is not something I wish to inflict so readily when there are others tools to accomplish task far more cleanly.´´
"In other words, you would still do it if the needs call to it, isn't?"
``Correct..´´
"I see…..."
He noticed a cloud in those violet eyes of hers, but decided not to comment on it.
``Still, you should thank Alpha for me taking this decision in the first place..´´
She rose an eyebrow at him. "She convinced you? Color me surprised, I did not know she had such a silver tongue.."
``She doesn't….´´
"Oh..?"
He didn't elaborate any further, merely choosing to stand up and approach the closest sealed window. Pushing the drapes away in order for the light of day to partially bath the room with a golden hue.
``Aurora, tell me…..what happens when you are in a very dark room and you lit up a torch.´´
"I see in the dark…, duh?"
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"I take by the ominous silence that was not the answer you wanted, was it?"
``Can you..?´´
"Eh?"
``Can you do that..?´´
"Yes?"
``Are you sure?´´
Aurora scratched the back of head "I have the feeling you are having at my expense or something….?"
She would be right, though not like he would ever tell her.
``Can you really look and see what lays behind the darkness with the torch? Can you get a good look at it if you don't approach it in the first place, instead remaining just where you stand..?´´
"No, I don't think I could..."
``Correct…, the light of the torch impedes you just as much as it helps you see what lays before you. Ironic isn't it? The very same light that helps you see what lays close to you stops you from getting a good grasp of what lays further away...´´
"So..?"
He turned around, placing his arms behind his back
``You have your answer.…´´
"What...?"
``Think of what you just said about what would you do in my position and now add this to it….´´
"Let me get this straight….but you want to cause a brighter light up close to their noses in order to hide the girls..?
``I would not have put it that way….. but yes. In time they will be found, perhaps in a week, in a month, a year, a decade. It doesn't matter, the Cult will find about us. ´´
It would be fanciful thinking to think otherwise.
Reality was far less forgiving.
``Is not an if, but a when given the fact that their eyes are everywhere. ´´
"But if you draw their attention to you…, you open holes in their vigilance, winning time for them to grow and learn…" She finally realized out loud, her voice becoming a little mellower in the process.
A ghost of a smile warped around his lips.
``And here I pegged you as a childish fool…´´
"You would have been half right…" She said with a smirk. "So…., when its this plan of yours going to start?"
``It already has..´´
It was in that moment that a servant came barging inside the room, one of the girls that had come before to her room. Holding on her hands a tray of particular clothes.
``My Lord, here are the disguises you asked of me…´´
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The world was nothing but a bright tinge of scarlet smeared all over her face when she tugged his head back and her fangs closed tightly on her brother's exposed throat while his remaining hand threw the soil and dirt she had clawed earlier towards her other brothers face, blinding him for the moment..
Teeth digging deep and brutally into the soft flesh as she bit with all the hatred and anger she could muster in her little body, the fatigue gone as teeth penetrated the skin with contentious ease, making her senses go into overdrive at the following coppery taste of blood running down her mouth and chin.
Even though she could not see anything else but red, she could feel his breath halt and die in his lungs, his body paralyzed first in abject fear before trying to wiggle and struggle against her grip in a pitiful dash for survival.
Had he been stronger, had he been a real hunter he would have not found himself at this situation, but now it was too late to wonder on what if and what could be when she clenched her jaws where her maws had bit and then started to pulled out her prize just like she did to any other of her preys when they were too big for her to hurt with her hands alone..
The sickly sound of flesh and muscle been tore off like wet bag from their respective places echoed all around them, all while the gurgling desperate sounds of her prey tried to make through reaped vocal cords were ignored with cruel indifference.
Blood gushed and splattered her face whole, staining her child like features with a warm bath of arterial red when veins and arteries were so crudely severed. Soon Sarah found herself chewing on the large piece of meat now, a gift from the large cavity left behind in her brothers throat.
Without her fangs or hands to hold him any longer her brother. stumbled backwards, falling right on the grave she had dug out for him, both of his hands trying to hold out the bleeding that slipped through the cracks of his fingers like it was nothing..
A useless decision for there was nothing that would stop him bleeding out to death now.
Licking her lips, she tasted the stench of blood and fear of her prey from her mouth for a moment, enjoying its intoxicating punch before he spitted the piece of flesh from her teeth to the ground.
For meat it tasted awful.
She then lunged forward with a roar onto him. Slamming her body weight and claws against him. Raising her small arms she landed blow after blow against his face, sharp nails like knives clawing piece by piece his face, peeling off chunks of cheeks that were sent flaying off, teeth grinded into dust, bones creaking and breaking down inwards into his skull while purple eyes started popping like berries from their cavities when squashed.
It was not long before there was nothing left of his old self that could be recognize from the puddle of minced brain meat left behind.
It was…
It was so exhilarating.
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She tilted her head to the side towards her last remaining target, the murderous glee in her eyes making the boy shriek in fear.
One down, one more to go.
Half blinded, and seeing the aftermath of her work he tried to run as far as he could, but he did not made it far. Falling almost immediately on a surprise pit trap she had dug earlier. The only reason neither of them had fallen into them earlier was because she had left a visible trail on the ground from which they would reach her to this spot in question.
Perhaps it was just dumb luck that they had not diverted from the laid path, but that did not matter much right now, did it?
When she approached from the top she could spot the traitor whimper and cry to himself at the way a crude set of spears lazily placed at the bottom had pierced his left thigh.
``S-arah...please, stop, j-just...just help me please. It hurts...´´
She frowned with distaste at the pathetic display in front in a brief moment that she regained some sense beyond the love for the killing.
Weak...
``S-arah? Y-you are going to h-help me, right? Right? W-we are family after all….´´
He was weak…..
``W-hy are you smiling...?´´
And the weak had no place in the world of the strong.
``Sarah..please, don't...don't come any closer.., it was just a joke see? W-I was not part of this..!´´
He was doing him a favor...
``SARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH´´
No one would see him ever again.
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A/N
Here is another chapter, hope you enjoy it. Review or share your ideas if you like, the more the merrier.
Nonyarb: Well, we cant have all blood and guns blazing every chapter now can we? Still, when the actions comes around its gonna get bloody.
Guest: About the Nu and Shadow Garden numbering, I must say that I had not taken that into account, it must have gone over my head when I saw the game chapters and the manga that I may not have noticed. Thanks for letting me know