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Sophi stood alone in a room, wooden floor under her, darkness and fog around her. Something was making a steady dripping noise. Plip. Plip. Plip. Over and over. She turned slightly, and a satisfied smile was on her face. Her eyes glowed red, and a slight hint of fangs glinted in her smile. She held up a hand close to her face. Red blood dripped from it. The smile still on her lips, she started licking the blood from her hand. Some of the fog cleared from around her body, showing splatters of blood on her once-white dress. The skirt and sleeves were torn, and bloody fingers left their marks on her arms and legs. The fog cleared and revealed the source of the blood at her feet. Her cousins lay in a mangled heap, eyes wide and staring, mouths frozen in unheard screams. She liked a corner of ehr mouth, and the fog cleared away some more. What could be identified in the bodies littereing the wooden floor around her, showed her father, her mother, Hughes, Armstrong, Nia, and another chimera. She smiled, and the fog behind her. Mikael holds a knife, eyes locked on his sister. His voice is hoarse, and tears run down his cheeks as he confronts Sophi.
"Why did you kill them? They were our family! They took care of us! What are you?!" Sophi slowly turns her head towards Mikael, and her smile widens.
"They were not my family, simply ones who foolishly allowed me into this world...they mean nothing, and you mean nothing. I'm saving you for last, knowing you will suffer the most...I'll get to the others eventually, and you will watch...as you did here..." Mikael charges at her, tears streaming freely, but she evades evenly, and snatches the knife from his hand. A cold laugh comes from her mouth, and she vanishes, the knife clattering hollowly on the floor. Her voice surrrounds Mikael, taunting him, driving him to scream in rage, fear, and sorrow.
"You are nothing, simply another worthless being in this world. We are not twins, you just happened to be born the same date as I. You feel the strongest bond towards me, so you will feel the pure rapture I feel as I kill everyone you hold dear. It sickens you, to feel such joy as your family dies, the joy mingling with your sorrow, driving you insane...I feels wonderful, doesn't it? The feel of blood running invisibly down your arms and legs, the screams, the pleading echoing in your ears? You love the feel of death, and your only feeling it second-handidly. Imagine how it must feel to expirienc it first hand...You will soon enough. The taste of fresh blood in your mouth, is wonderful...hot, salty, sticky. I'll make you drink their blood before you die, so you will know..." She laughed again as he flailed at her. Then the touch of his hand at her shoulder...
Sophi started awake, the feeling of death still within her. It showed itself to the startled face that was her brother, before receeding quickly into the darkness hiding in her heart. She smiled at him, and felt the darkness laugh. This was really almost too good to be true...
 SaigaDaichi · Thu Oct 13, 2005 @ 02:42am · 1 Comments |
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