Viewer Discretion Advised: Graphic Violence

Raven swallowed down his fear, nodding his head. "Yeah. Once you're down, Mockingbird is next. What, are you his little slut?" He made another whip, taunting me again. And again. "Fight me, Swan! Or are you too weak without him to protect you?"

The switch flipped.

Still hunched over, I growled. He wants to hurt my mockingbird. My Toto. The thoughts bubbled up inside me as I watched his every move. He couldn't decide whether to attack me or not. The whip dangled from his hand, slithering around the floor.

Eyes.

Ribs.

Throat.

Heart.

Expose. Destroy. A threat.

My blood boiled, pouring out of the slits in my back to make my full wings, which were nine feet in wingspan.

KILL HIM.

Raven had no time to counter my swift attacks. Using my razor-sharp wings, I sliced and battered him around. All the wounds were superficial. I want to savor his death. My next swipe at him knocking he head against the glass so hard that he fell, almost unconscious. His eyes almost rolled back into his head. "NO!" I screeched, dropping down to my knees, straddling his chest. "I want those." Two fingers on top and my thumb underneath, I plunged them into his eye sockets. As he screamed, my fingers slipped around the eyeball. Squishy. Bloody.

Yanking my arms back, both his eyes came out with a slurping sound. The sinews snapped, splashing blood onto my face. In the back of my mind, I thought that Toto might like to taste Raven's blood.

Raven smacked his hand across my face in an attempt to remove me from him. "You cunt! I'll fucking kill you!" Blood slid out of his empty sockets. He screamed out again as I sliced across his raised hand.

As he swung at me again, I rose up and out of the way. Twirling around, I dropped his eyes. "Didn't you want to fight me, Raven?" I asked.

He staggered to his feet, both hands stretched out in front of him. His lip quivered. "I… I give up. You win. Let me out of here."

Taking silent steps back, I watched him carefully. The announcer could be heard puking through the speaker system. Raven tapped his foot on the ground before taking each step. It took a few for him to reach his eyes on the floor. The first one squished under his boot. "You missed the other one. What a waste," I said.

Raven whirled around to face me. "Swan… I quit okay? I… I-I'll leave you alone. Never challenge you again."

Empty words.

I quietly strode up behind him with is other eyeball in my hand, swinging it around by the nerves. Standing up on my tiptoes, I leaned to whisper in his ear, "Criminals never change, Raven." My wings bent around him, shining the light. Perfectly lined up. Swiftly, the sharp ends plunged into the space between his ribs, curling the tips up under the bones.

Raven cried out again, "Help me! Stop this! Help me!"

"Shut up!" I growled, shoving the eyeball into his wide-open mouth. Putting both hands under his chin gave me the leverage to hold his head back so he couldn't spit it out. Raven gagged. "Eat it or choke."

"The winner is clearly Swan. By order of the boss, this fight is over," The announcer said.

"Hear that? Doesn't sound like they want me to kill you. Strange how they allowed you to do so. That's too bad though." My wings unfurled as fast as I could make them, ripping open his ribcage. The audience all let out disgusted noises. It drowned out the alarm that rang out.

Releasing Raven, he fell onto his back. The eyeball lodged in his throat, making him choke. Too bad we deadmen can't die that easily. The door opened and guards poured in, weapons aimed at me. I glanced back at them. Don't get in my way.

"Swan, stand down!" They shouted.

Whipping my wings back, I sent a gust of wind so strong they hit the glass wall with a bang. I heard them call in the undertakers. They won't make it in time to save him. I dropped to my knees beside him. "You worthless excuse for an opponent. You threatened my Mockingbird and think I'm going to let you live?" I stuck my hand up his chest, weaving through all the muscle and tendons, until it slipped up under his heart. Squeeze. Harder…

"That's enough, Katsu. Raven has gotten the message." His voice came from behind me. I love his voice.

My chest heaved with my heavy, ragged breaths as my body started to show signs of how much I'd worked it. "N-no! He threatened us… threatened you! I can't let him live." Tear out his heart and shove it down his throat.

Toto wrapped his arms loosely around my neck, leaning against me. "Look at me, Katsu," he said softly. When I did, his gold eyes met my pale blue ones. "Let him go."

"B-but…"

"I want you to. I want him to live," Toto said, giving me a smile. He kissed my head. "You've done enough for today."

The guards all had their weapons pointed at me again. Genkaku, one of the undertakers, stood next to Tamaki, who had a grin plastered on his stupid face. He enjoyed all this violence and chaos. My eyes flickered around to everyone, not focusing on anything. The panic set in, making my mouth dry. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Are they going to shoot me? The bright lights burned my eyes. "I… I'm tired," I said, pulling my hand out of Raven's chest cavity. A nap sounds really good. A nap with Toto.

Toto laughed, making my heart beat faster. "Let's go back to my room."

My wings disappeared in my excitement. The room around me blurred. I must have used too much blood. "I want… that." My words slurred out of my mouth. The exhaustion spread through my whole body, weighing me down, and causing me to collapse.

"I'll meet you in the infirmary," Toto skipped off, waving a little.

Genkaku lifted me off the ground. "Disgusting creatures," he mumbled under his breath. My blood stained the sleeves of his shirt, and trailed on the ground as he carried me.

Tamaki spoke up next. "Simply entertaining. I think you deserve a good break, Swan. You almost broke Mockingbird's revenue. I made more money today than in the past month."

That's a lot of money. Toto always made the most money. The audience loved to watch Toto fight. He was really good at it, and his branch of sin made him the deadliest in Deadman Wonderland. All my mind thought about was him. He wants to see me again. That makes me happy. He makes me happy. That thought crossed my mind last, as unconscious fell over me.