Akuma's P.O.V.
I'm walking around this ruin site. My feet hurt a little, because I'm stepping on pointed gravel and probably other sharp things I don't care to find out about. The site is abandoned. Why, you ask? Well, a terrorist group let out radioactive gas throughout the entire place, and the hypocritical normals (I call humans normals) in gas masks can't get the radioactive levels to go down. This place is a sickening place... Anyways, how am I still living in high levels of radiation? Ghouls can do that. We also tell how high the radiation is by instinct. So can every other mythical thing out there like us, so I'm not really alone.
Ah, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Akuma Kuragari. Brown, messy hair. Not too dark, not too light. Hazel green-ish eyes. Pale skin. Worn out light grey t-shirt and black pants that go down right below my knee. No shoes. An old metal ring on my right index finger - nothing special. I guess that's it.
I wouldn't doubt it if I saw a piercer anytime soon, flying around or something. Piercers have a really high fucking ego. They're annoying vampire-like things. I swear, I could give a label for all the mythical beings out there.
All mythical beings have a mark for whatever mythical being they are. Mostly on the neck or the side of either arm, but can also be on the stomach or leg.
Anyways, back to the ruin site. I don't have a clue where I'm going, maybe I'm trying to find something? There's nothing important here, I wouldn't know why. I think I see something on the ground up ahead. I walk up closer to it.
It's a young girl. Maybe a year younger than me. She has pale skin with a hint of rosy pink. She's wearing a white run down dress. Her hair is a dark, dark brown which compliments her skin. She looks fragile. Her hands are small. Her lips are pale... almost the color of her skin.
Is she a normal...?
I move her hair out of the way to see her neck. No mark. No marks on her arms. None on her legs. I guess I can check her stomach later, since now would be sudden and intruding. If she is a normal, I need to get her away from radiation. She must be horribly ill...
She's got a pulse, so she's not dead. I'm surprised, since she's a normal she should be dead. I wonder why...
I pick her up and take her to an area I call my home that has low radiation - low enough to be livable in. It's a beautiful area; a medium sized place of green fresh grass that has an old abandoned shack-sized house made out of old wood. Worse than shabby, but it's not like I care. I made a small bonfire to cook whatever animal I can find, since feeding on souls makes me feel horribly guilty. The whole place brings out a hopeful side in me, it's the only bright place I like. There's even a stream nearby.
I carry her over to the stream, where I wash out her dark brown hair just in case it has any radioactive fumes or something like that. It flows cleanly in the water, going in the direction of the current quite gracefully. I lift her up from the water and dry out her hair. Once she wakes up, I'll be able to give her a change of clothes. The dress she's in now is horribly dirty, it would probably be more comfortable to wear something else.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask her, wondering if she'll wake up. She shifts to the side. I guess I'll just have to wait for her to wake up.
I sit back on the ground and stretch out my arms and back, trying to distract myself to pass time. I slowly lay down on the grass. It smells fresh and clean. I see above me a clear blue sky, with beautiful green trees flowing with the faint wind.
My vision is starting to haze... My mind starts blanking out. I sigh and let myself drift off into a light sleep.
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A special soul
FantastikBefore I start off with the description, the form of 'ghouls' in this story are not near flesh eating, although Tokyo Ghoul did inspire me to write this. This story is probably stupid. Sorry. ~~~~ Akuma Kuragari, a sixteen-year-old Japanese male who...