Post by Neku Sakuraba on Dec 13, 2011 19:30:36 GMT -5
A/N: Note that ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in this story has ANYTHING to do with canon. Don't take anything you see in here too seriously; this is just my mind playing what-if games... I hope you're happy, Mr. Nomura. Things just got dark.
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On darkened wing, I flew. I felt nothing, nothing but a dark, twisted rage within, shutting out the rest of my mind’s voice. This night I would feast, and feast well, on the misery of others.
Leathery wings beat the nighttime air, making a distinctive noise, like a bat on the wing except magnified a hundred times. I am much, much larger than a bat.
I am no Lesser, moved only by hunger and the desire to destroy and rampage and feed, but the anger that swelled within threatened to overwhelm my calm control. I dropped to the ground, folded m wings behind me, and slipped my human disguise back into place.
Too many would underestimate the form of a child, not realizing until it was too late and my claws were already sinking into their flesh and I could taste their sweet meat and blood on my lips. I wouldn’t kill them, although killing does tend to be better at disposing of witnesses; instead, my eyes would make them forget the true nature of what they would see this night. And the seeds of sedition and fear would be sowed, and my kind would feast…
A casual traveler was my first victim, but he didn’t do much to slake my lust. The gang member that came next proved a much heartier meal, his fear soothing other, less physical appetites that were hidden deep, deep within my mind, guessed at rather than truly perceived. Something began to break through, but my rage still held me in its grip, and I returned to the darkened heavens to watch the ground below.
I found the perfect target, a young woman, walking alone at night, not looking where she was going; but as I returned to the ground to make my approach on foot, her eyes pierced mine and I felt the sluggish stirrings within me that promised an end to my night of fun.
Her feet planted, her arms crossed, and her voice called the name of the screaming voice inside me, the one that begged the anger, hatred, and corruption that made up my entire being to please, just spare this one life – to let her go.
I pushed my orange hair back behind pointed ears, fingers brushing spiral horns, and eyes that glowed green in the moonlight narrowed in amusement. Her defiant eyes were blue, as the eyes of the one within me had been, once.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Neku Sakuraba?!” she demanded, and the soul that lived within me screamed as I smiled with his mouth, and replied.
“Whatever makes you so sure that that is still my name, Miss Priss?”
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On darkened wing, I flew. I felt nothing, nothing but a dark, twisted rage within, shutting out the rest of my mind’s voice. This night I would feast, and feast well, on the misery of others.
Leathery wings beat the nighttime air, making a distinctive noise, like a bat on the wing except magnified a hundred times. I am much, much larger than a bat.
I am no Lesser, moved only by hunger and the desire to destroy and rampage and feed, but the anger that swelled within threatened to overwhelm my calm control. I dropped to the ground, folded m wings behind me, and slipped my human disguise back into place.
Too many would underestimate the form of a child, not realizing until it was too late and my claws were already sinking into their flesh and I could taste their sweet meat and blood on my lips. I wouldn’t kill them, although killing does tend to be better at disposing of witnesses; instead, my eyes would make them forget the true nature of what they would see this night. And the seeds of sedition and fear would be sowed, and my kind would feast…
A casual traveler was my first victim, but he didn’t do much to slake my lust. The gang member that came next proved a much heartier meal, his fear soothing other, less physical appetites that were hidden deep, deep within my mind, guessed at rather than truly perceived. Something began to break through, but my rage still held me in its grip, and I returned to the darkened heavens to watch the ground below.
I found the perfect target, a young woman, walking alone at night, not looking where she was going; but as I returned to the ground to make my approach on foot, her eyes pierced mine and I felt the sluggish stirrings within me that promised an end to my night of fun.
Her feet planted, her arms crossed, and her voice called the name of the screaming voice inside me, the one that begged the anger, hatred, and corruption that made up my entire being to please, just spare this one life – to let her go.
I pushed my orange hair back behind pointed ears, fingers brushing spiral horns, and eyes that glowed green in the moonlight narrowed in amusement. Her defiant eyes were blue, as the eyes of the one within me had been, once.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Neku Sakuraba?!” she demanded, and the soul that lived within me screamed as I smiled with his mouth, and replied.
“Whatever makes you so sure that that is still my name, Miss Priss?”
So I'm glad you liked this, Riku! I might just write more...
