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Prologue

The room is bland, old unpolished wooden walls matched by older roughly surfaced wooden floors with splinters and cracks lining down each board, with nothing but a metal chair centered in the middle of the old and the bland. In the metal chair sat a young adult with old dried blood chipping off of his shirt with his hands and feet cuffed to the chair that is bolted to the ground, no easy way of getting out of the restraints. Near the chair rested a rusted bucket filled with a black tar-like liquid.

The only door in this entire room creaked open and in walked a young woman with long pale blue hair swept over her right shoulder wearing an over-sized cloak with a white trim paired with a small red eye spreading horizontally across the back. She waltzed over to the male whose head was hanging almost lifelessly to the side, she hovered over him and her lips curled upright as an urge took over her.

"Wake up..." She whispered against the lobe of his ear, gently pulling on a tuft of his unwashed white hair that was slicked with natural oils. "Rise and shine!" She shouted in his ear causing his eyes to snap open wide and make him instinctively jerk back.

When he realized it was her that stood before him all of the color drained from his face and his eyes, while dull, wavered with fear.

The look of fear in those eyes of his were always so pleasing, so rewarding, she loved the way he expressed his pain through his ruby hues, it will always be a delightful sight. The plans for today were big, bigger than life itself, and she just didn't want to wait another second.

She roughly cupped his chin digging her sharp long nails into his colorful bruised skin and she forcefully turned his head so he would look her in the eye, with their eyes met she glared down into his earning a hateful look. The look was all it will ever be, a hateful look followed by hateful thoughts that can never be acted on as a coward makes no motion to change, they always sit complacent while people do the changing for them.

"You sure have some fight left in you..." She growled as she dug her nails deeper into his flesh causing him to jerk back with a wince of pain. "Come now! Don't be stubborn!"

"Let me go!" He screamed having to force those words out as her stone grip began pushing against his jaw bone while her nails continued to split into his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to imagine a world where this wasn't happening, wishing and wanting never go far.

"I'm 'fraid I can't do that, you have too much potential! All of the others withered, couldn't remain sane enough to lose it all..." Her grip on him loosened slightly then she let her hand fall away from his face, he allowed his head to loll to the side - flexing his fingers wishing that he could turn into a weapon but was restrained by not only the bindings on his wrist and ankles, but the spell that she placed on him.

She straightened out her posture and beamed down at him, he is the perfect piece for her to sculpt since he has already been a part of the madness. The only real step to be taken is for that madness to devour him and when that happens he'll be her little monster running rampant through the streets taking souls galore.

"Today won't be too fun for you, sorry..." She said with a shrug as she twitched her fingers, a small light appeared from her palm and out of that light fell a dagger with rigid edges and a sharp tip that could impale him perfectly. When he saw the blade all of his muscles tensed, his breaths became short and almost non existent, and he was back to being ultimately afraid as he was unable to resist her actions.

"Oh, don't look so fearful of me! I'm just trying to tear away what remains of your shirt, you made quite a mess yesterday." She grabbed the hem of his shirt and began hacking away at the cloth, he couldn't help but to stare at the slim blade as it effortlessly sliced through the cloth of his bloodied up shirt. He could feel his heart exploding against his rib-cage with each heavy beat that it took.

With the shirt aside, she was able to see more clearly what she was working with and she liked what she saw. She patted his chest then allowed her fingers to trail down... immediately feeling him lock up underneath her fingertips, he inhaled deeply at the cool touch of her lingering fingers against his hot skin, attempting to keep as calm as he could. "Nice hard body..." She moved her fingers across his stomach tracing his fine toned muscles admittedly impressed by the growth of his body, "Some of the others were kind of plump, not fit, but you are perfect... The others weren't nearly as close to your age though and none of them were your weapon type. You were harder to steal away from the world with your high status, but-" She tossed the dagger across the room, it clattered against the floor, out of sight but not out of mind, "I have you!" She taunted with a strange twisted light flickering in her lively red eyes.

He never let his eyes leave her watching every single move that she made while being scared of the next she would make. He can't escape, or fight back, so he is afraid. Not being able to do something while danger is present makes his insides twist, and she takes some sick sort of enjoyment from watching him suffer, fall, and feel helpless and depraved.

"Don't hate me for this, okay?" She said in a tiny voice through pursued red lips and he braced for what was to come. She ghosted her fingers over his chest stopping at his defined collar bones, all while her fingers touched his skin he breathed in and out rapidly, not knowing what move she was about to make. Not knowing drove him mad with fear, before he could make any sort of assumption his skin began burning and the smell of his own charred flesh filled his nostrils.

The burning touch made him yank back, he attempted to tear himself out of her reach, but he couldn't go anywhere, even with knowing that he kept trying to pull himself away from her getting the same sad results, no way away from the pain.

The pain intensified as she swept her finger down his chest to his belly button leaving charred bloody flesh in her wake that reeked horribly of copper and death. He opened his mouth to scream, but instead of giving her that enjoyment he clamped his mouth shut and squeezed the arms of the chair.

The blue haired woman burned her drawings into his skin starting from his collar bone and going straight down stopping at his belly button. He jerked around still, but didn't mess up any of her thick lines, and no matter how bad the pain was he refused to scream. Carefully she began drawing patterns on his chest on each side of the initial burnt-in divide. He kept his eyes shut tightly forgetting to take a quick breath when the pain became blinding.

When she finished etching her markings onto her flesh canvas his body was slicked with sweat, blood, and a light transparent liquid. The burns she left him were black, bloody, and irritated, it was hideous but had the potential to be something so beautiful.

"Good boy!" She patted his head taking his wheezing as a sign of gratitude. "Now... for the next part!" A grin spread across her lips that he couldn't see, he refused to open his eyes, he was afraid that when he would see the wounds the pain would only worsen, so he kept them shut tight.

There is more... He curled his toes, the pain flourishing throughout his body - white and hot something that he has never experienced before, he almost feels like he could just drift off...

"I'm going to fill those wounds cratered into your flesh with my blood and black blood." His heart skipped a beat. "You've dealt with black blood before, right? Yes, yes... You are a part of her experiment, or more likely were." She idly talked as she ran her fingernail through her wrist to separate her skin. "Your blood will be black, no more red! At least you won't have to deal with that little soul eater that clings to your soul, he'll be wiped away by the darkness and...so will you." She placed her bleeding wrist against the longest burn where she split him in half with two different sections that were identical to each other. He breathed through his teeth sucking in as much air as possible as her skin brushed against the already agitated burns.

Her blood quickly filled the burns and seeped through his charred flesh, her blood was oddly warm; comforting like a mothers hug, strange since her touch is icy.

"Think of my blood as a catalyst..." She whispered as she pulled her bloody wrist away from his wounds then proceeded to dip her hand into the bucket rimmed with a black liquid. She swirled her fingers around in the thick liquid and when she pulled her hand out her fingers were coated with a black goop.

Without saying another word she retraced the burns with her black bloodied fingers, painting in the tar-like substance.

She let her hand fall away from his chest and plopped down onto the ground before his feet. He opened up his eyes halfway slowly letting out a small sigh of relief, what ever she just did really soothed the burns, he turned his eyes down to his chest. He beamed down at his chest his eyes widening when he saw the damage, bile rose up in his mouth that he quickly swallowed down allowing the gastric acid to lubricate his throat. The black blood clung to his wounds bubbling slightly as it slowly passed through the burnt flesh, reacting to the layer of her blood. The once soothing sensation was replaced with a flesh tearing agony that felt like he was being stabbed by a thousand of tiny little needles over and over again.

He couldn't hold back his screams and cries this time, the pain started on the surface then found its way into his body attacking every organ, every blood-cell, and the woman just smiled in response to his cries of agony.

"Aggghhhhhhhh!" He cried out at the top of his lungs arching his back unnaturally from the pain that just kept gnawing at him from inside out. He could feel it all around in every part of his body trying to dig in deeper and deeper. He couldn't hold still in his seat, his eyes were blood shot opened wide and feverishly dancing around the bland room as he thrashed about in the seat wildly.

"Get it out!" He pleaded in a raspy voice already tired and weak from screaming, his insides twisted again, and he threw his head back letting out another scream.

"Get it out! Get it out! GET IT OUT!" He repeatedly screamed slurring over his words once the blood reached his brain making everything feel messy and mushy. He couldn't see anything, just blurred lines and darkness falling over him.

The anger and agony remained strong in his voice, his brain may be scrambled but his feelings aren't. "Ghiiiiiit! Iiit! Ooouuuht!"

The woman just sat before him watching as he screamed in his confusion and anger, amazed by how he reacted. Honestly, she has never gotten this far with any of the weapons she has snatched, she never worked as fast as she has worked on him. She would keep them and train them for months for this event making them experience unbelievable pains; she couldn't wait for this one, something about him screamed finish me.

He slammed his feet against the ground over and over again trying to dig his fingers into the arms of his chair and then in an instant his screams twisted into hysterical laughter. He rocked back and forth as he laughed in his hysteria showing off his razor sharp teeth to her.

He couldn't control his actions but he could control his thoughts.

I feel like I'm dying!

He continued to laugh saliva rolling down the corners of his mouth.

Everything hurts so bad... Why? Why is this happening to me?

The woman continued to watch him with a spark of life in her red eyes.

What do you want from me? Why don't you just kill me!? Kill me! I can't... KILL ME!

And those tantalizing red eyes of hers just stayed pinned on him as he continued to rock around wildly in his restraints continuing to laugh like a mad man...

I want to- I want to go home! I want to be with... I-I...

The maniacal laughter died down and soon the tears started rolling down his cheeks. Everything hurts but he isn't crying because of the physical distress, he's crying for the people he holds close to his heart. He wants them to be here, to bust through that door and rescue him, he wants someone to save him. He doesn't care if he looks pathetic, he doesn't want to endure anymore of this! Someone has to come for him... Are they even looking? The tears just continued to streak down his cheeks and roll onto the burns on his chest.

The woman never thought she could feel this warm inside when watching someone cry. The weapon looks so broken down, it's amazing how much progression he has made because of her guidance. If things go well he'll recuperate and will be strong enough to live.

"Aww..." She cooed softly as she twirled her finger around a thick strand of his hair. "You look hurt..." He didn't respond he just kept his eyes glued on the only door in the room waiting for someone to bust it down and save him.

"If you want the pain to go away you need to eat little monster..." She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his with a bright smile on her face. "Make the suffering go away. Consume, it's in your nature, it always has been."


The black moon hangs high up in the night sky almost melting into its own starlit back drop. On the almost lonesome streets of Death City walks a young woman who was hugging herself tightly in an attempt to keep the harsh winter elements attacking her at bay.

She isn't dressed warm, her clothes are skimpy and trashy, revealing each supple curve of her body. She's a fit woman with a good amount of muscle and fat, it's obvious she cares about her appearance, she wants to appeal to the eyes of men.

She let out a breath her lips trembling as a light transparent mist appeared before her eyes, it's just getting colder and colder. She's so cold that she can feel her joints locking up, she feels like she has arthritis, the pain of trying to move when your body doesn't want to is numbing, almost as numbing as this icy night.

"Almost home..." She whispered through chattering teeth hugging her sides even tighter getting a minimal amount of warmth.

In the distance he could see her, he could sense her. She is a young woman with an ample amount of flesh to her with a bright soul that has been mistreated. Any silver lining for her has far passed.

He had to get her, he had to get something, his stomach growled up at him, and he succumbed to his own hunger. His food is so close, that fact made him run with adrenaline pumping through his veins. Warmth swelled up inside of his chest the closer he got to his victim.

In the darkness just a few meters away from her he watched her, she's weaker, weaker than she usually would be. The element of this frosty season plays to his benefit. Even if he's freezing he keeps fluent movements, the cold doesn't bother him, it's just something there that causes him a slight discomfort.

He hasn't eaten in days, hasn't had the chance to feast since he's been on a mission trying to locate something he's lost, he's starving and will pretty much eat anything.

And she's anything.

He lunged out of the darkness tackling the woman to the ground immediately earning a high pitched scream from her that angered him. As he hugged her hips with his legs he stared down into her big dark green eyes, something about her eyes were familiar, almost comforting, but he knew that he didn't know her, her soul doesn't feel familiar to him at all.

"Stop!" She begged as she wriggled underneath his weight and tried to fight back. "Please! You can have my money!"

He grinned at the prospect of something that worthless, and the grin continued to spread when he saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't want your money..." He said in a soft voice as he reached down towards her and placed his gloved hand against her chest.

Her eyes widened and her screams grew louder, he knew what she was thinking, and it only made this moment more beautiful. He doesn't want her body, not the way that she thinks he does, if he were a man who wanted her for sex then her night would end a lot better.

"Do you know what I want?" He asked as he moved his other hand up to his face where a mask secured his mouth.

She continued crying and clawing at his arms trying to push him away so that she could make a run for it, or at least get help from someone nearby, but couldn't manage to over power him.

He pulled the leather mask down, the cold air immediately stinging his bruised lips, and for a moment she stopped trying to resist him and just looked up at him with wide eyes.

"I want..." He began speaking, a heavy gust of wind nearly pushing his hood back. "Something that can fill me up." He grinned down at her revealing his devilish teeth, she screamed when she saw his mouth. His teeth were sharp, sickening to look at, and we're ready to tear her apart.

"Someone help me!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs trying to attract the attention of anyone inside of their homes at this ungodly hour.

"Somebody!" She screamed again.

And now her screams are boring, just a simple repeat of 'save me I'm a damsel in distress!' He lifted his hand off of her chest seeing relief flash through her green eyes that wouldn't last, he flexed his fingers as he held his hand high and grinned even wider when she tried to scream again.

He thrusted his arm forward at an unbelievable speed easily passing through her weak flesh and bones, she is so fragile, humans in general are just so breakable.

The breaths she had to scream with were no longer, her eyes remained wide with fear almost glassy as her life slowly bled out of her. The movements she made were subtle, small twitches of her muscles here and there that were hardly noticeable. She stared up at her killer seeing his brilliant ruby red eyes filled with emptiness.

He already pierced her beating heart and yet she lays beneath him holding onto life even though her heart was no longer beating. He yanked his hand out of her chest and tore his glove off so he could feel her insides better. He placed his bloody glove into his pocket making sure that no evidence of himself would be left here that would be easy to find.

With his hand unclothed he jammed it back inside of her body, each time she let out an almost forced breathe he felt her wound breathe with her. And by the time he pulled his hand back out of her chest she was out of oxygen, out of fight to stay alive any longer.

He brought his bloodied hand up to his mouth and ran his calloused fingers across his lips tasting her coppery blood. Her soul didn't taste horrible, it wasn't sweet, or savory, nor was it disgusting, it just had an odd texture. If she had a better life maybe she would taste better.

For now this is as good as he can do for food.

By tasting her blood he can taste her soul, by tasting anyone's blood he can taste their soul, he has acquired this ability after a change in his life that separated him from how he used to be. He is no longer the person that people knew him to be, whoever those people are that used to know him, he doesn't know them, but wishes he did. Some of the memories that he had that were stripped away from him make him ache, and then there is one soul that has been causing him to experience this constant throb in his chest. The soul is powerful, the soul is the thing that brought him here, and now he can't pinpoint it because it surrounds this city that he seems to know perfectly.

He wants to find this soul, it has carried him miles upon miles... Those memories he had he wants back and if he can find and devour this soul he has a feeling that he'll remember everything that he lost.

Upon this night he eats, making his first victim in this city, making sure he doesn't let her body go to waste. He eats her, not entirely, but leaves an unrecognizable corpse on the ground.

He rubbed his face with the sleeve of his coat smearing the blood across his face. "I'm always a messy eater..." He chuckled as he dug his nails into her small light blue soul that reflected her sad life.

He tilted his head back and swallowed her soul in one go, the soul was plump with the consistency of rubber making it less enjoyable to consume. He swallowed it down not trying to be picky since he's been starving for so long.

Even with what he's eaten tonight he's still hungry, one body and one soul just won't cut it, he needs more.

He stands where he left the woman's corpse, her insides were scrambled, and her face unrecognizable so broken apart that it looked as if someone bludgeoned her face in.

The delightful yet heart-wrenching smell of the soul he came here for stayed strong overpowering every other scent including the scent of the woman's blood smeared across his face.

I have to find you...


She lays in bed alone with the light of her bedside lamp illuminating her room. It's always lonely for her even with all of her friends because a big piece of her has gone missing.

She pulled her covers up higher over her shoulders and attempted to sleep again, but ended up twisting and turning with pessimistic thoughts forcing her to stay awake.

Eventually, she forced herself to sit up, she rubbed at her sleep slicked eyes and peered down at her alarm clock, 6 am without a wink of sleep. So it's just going to be one of those nights where her rest is disturbed by the lack of someone in her life who should be here with her now.

She pulled her tousled ash blonde hair into a loose pony tail and yanked the covers off of her slim body. She stood up slowly and headed over to her window, she peered outside not surprised that the sky was still dark with a blue tint.

It's been several months and he hasn't been found, not even his body has been found. So she's left being unsure if he's dead or alive, hoping that he is alive, hoping that he's okay, praying that he'll be back again with a smile, but that hope appears further away from her grasp each day that passes. There isn't any evidence of where he could be or what could have happened to him, he just suddenly vanished with no trace left behind.

She pressed her hand against the window feeling the bitter frost of the outside weather, she kept her hand there and just stared at the horizon waiting for the sun to rise.

"I'll find you..."


Edit: WoooOOo. Probably missed some things, but that's okay... :-))

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