[Spade] Tyki Mikk (D.Gray-man)npc_kunMay 14 2009, 05:11:43 UTC
"Wake up, my lamb. &hearts" A clock ticked somewhere in the background but he ignored its insistent chiming. Fingers gripped his chin to tilt his head back as the coppery tang of blood filled the air he breathed in. The scent was enough to drive him wild but his body refused to obey. It was lifeless and he couldn't understand why.
"We're all waiting for you. So do rise and greet the family. &hearts" But he couldn't move. He struggled to rise up but something kept him pinned in place like a butterfly on a pin. What was it that prevented him from going where he wanted to go?! Finally he opened his eyes after what seemed like an endless struggle and froze. A massive white blade pierced through his chest and the boy gripping it looked at him with determined eyes. "Retreat from this battle-"
Then he was somewhere else standing before a lamp post as chains rattled and the gasps of a dying man filled his ears. He turned away from him as he snickered and smiled in a way he wasn't sure was human. But it was such fun to kill. He knew he'd killed him and he'd forget it later as easily as he did things that held no more interest to him. He toyed with his opponents instead of crushing them.
Yes, that was the way of things. He strode down the street with a lazy whistle as if he hadn't just committed murder. The scene bleed away through his white gloved fingers as his lungs suddenly felt cold. Something was wrong. He felt like something was rising up through him and taking everything of himself with it. He couldn't hold it back as it clawed and tore at his mind with howling laughter and whispered words.
He couldn't forgive them. These false warriors. He'd NEVER forgive them. Everything went black as his own voice rising in hysterical laughter filled his ears.
"Hey! Was that another secret job? You've been getting those a lot lately!" He couldn't see the faces but the people were friendly with him. They treated him like one of their own as he laughed. "Its just a little one!" The easy silence and trust was a strange contrast to blood shed and violence of the other things he'd seen. Yet he was quickly coming to love both of them.
Everything was in ruins. Towers, cities... the whole world was washed in white as round dots littered the sky. They hammered the ground with pale purple flashes of light and dust he seemed to instinctively view as poisonous drifted into the air. "Ho? This is what you want to see?" He turned around as a voice called out.
And he was standing in a train station as a boy looked at him from a slight distance away. "Hey, [] could you bring me back more souvenirs?" He smiled in a mischievous way as he turned to walk away his cigarette's smoke rising slowly into the chilly air. "Sure."
That brat cheated. He was sure of it. Somehow. He was sitting there in his boxers and that brat cheated. He was annoyed because he couldn't figure out how the little shit had done it. The white haired young boy smiled innocently as he flipped the cards between his hands. It was rather professional the way his hands moved and presented the cards with all the flourish of a dealer. ...Well he had to be damned the boy was a cardshark.
He was losing the white. He reached out his hands for it but it slipped between his blood covered hands like sand particles. "Come with us." A voice whispered as his hands began to sting. He turned the over and stared at the black crosses that split the skin before it all went white.
The world returned into focus as his chest ached. He crawled at it with a curse while he risked a look up. Wall to wall of glass windows reflected a face void of all features except a long grin with perfect white teeth. Something about it bothered him and he flung a hand up swiftly. The glass exploded inward but none of the pieces cut him. They glittered like stars as they passed through him and hit the floor with a ringing chime.
He didn't have to look to know the face was still there...watching him. "What is this?" There were no answers only the echo of his own voice in hysterical laughter.
"We're all waiting for you. So do rise and greet the family. &hearts" But he couldn't move. He struggled to rise up but something kept him pinned in place like a butterfly on a pin. What was it that prevented him from going where he wanted to go?! Finally he opened his eyes after what seemed like an endless struggle and froze. A massive white blade pierced through his chest and the boy gripping it looked at him with determined eyes. "Retreat from this battle-"
Then he was somewhere else standing before a lamp post as chains rattled and the gasps of a dying man filled his ears. He turned away from him as he snickered and smiled in a way he wasn't sure was human. But it was such fun to kill. He knew he'd killed him and he'd forget it later as easily as he did things that held no more interest to him. He toyed with his opponents instead of crushing them.
Yes, that was the way of things. He strode down the street with a lazy whistle as if he hadn't just committed murder. The scene bleed away through his white gloved fingers as his lungs suddenly felt cold. Something was wrong. He felt like something was rising up through him and taking everything of himself with it. He couldn't hold it back as it clawed and tore at his mind with howling laughter and whispered words.
He couldn't forgive them. These false warriors. He'd NEVER forgive them. Everything went black as his own voice rising in hysterical laughter filled his ears.
"Hey! Was that another secret job? You've been getting those a lot lately!" He couldn't see the faces but the people were friendly with him. They treated him like one of their own as he laughed. "Its just a little one!" The easy silence and trust was a strange contrast to blood shed and violence of the other things he'd seen. Yet he was quickly coming to love both of them.
Everything was in ruins. Towers, cities... the whole world was washed in white as round dots littered the sky. They hammered the ground with pale purple flashes of light and dust he seemed to instinctively view as poisonous drifted into the air. "Ho? This is what you want to see?" He turned around as a voice called out.
And he was standing in a train station as a boy looked at him from a slight distance away. "Hey, [] could you bring me back more souvenirs?" He smiled in a mischievous way as he turned to walk away his cigarette's smoke rising slowly into the chilly air. "Sure."
That brat cheated. He was sure of it. Somehow. He was sitting there in his boxers and that brat cheated. He was annoyed because he couldn't figure out how the little shit had done it. The white haired young boy smiled innocently as he flipped the cards between his hands. It was rather professional the way his hands moved and presented the cards with all the flourish of a dealer. ...Well he had to be damned the boy was a cardshark.
He was losing the white. He reached out his hands for it but it slipped between his blood covered hands like sand particles. "Come with us." A voice whispered as his hands began to sting. He turned the over and stared at the black crosses that split the skin before it all went white.
The world returned into focus as his chest ached. He crawled at it with a curse while he risked a look up. Wall to wall of glass windows reflected a face void of all features except a long grin with perfect white teeth. Something about it bothered him and he flung a hand up swiftly. The glass exploded inward but none of the pieces cut him. They glittered like stars as they passed through him and hit the floor with a ringing chime.
He didn't have to look to know the face was still there...watching him. "What is this?" There were no answers only the echo of his own voice in hysterical laughter.
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