Never before had I been so terrified in my life. I ran as fast as I could in my Goddess form. My long, 12-layred blue kimono kept on causing me to trip and stumble often. I didn’t dare care for the pain I was getting in my lungs as they begged for a break or the soreness in my legs an feet, my stomach and head couldn’t take it either. I couldn’t give them a break. I wasn’t going to stop; especially since he was right behind me. Unfortunately for me, my messy brown locks of hair were long enough for him to yank and pull me back. I found my strands wrapped around my neck tightly and my ice-blue fox ears went down in fear. I heard him chuckle evilly as I cried. I couldn’t breathe at all and my lungs were on fire. I choked and dryly squeaked in an attempt to make him stop, but he only tightened the grip around my neck. The next thing I know, one of my ears had been chopped off with his razor sharp claws. A silent scream came out and this only made him laugh more. The blood rolled down over my right eye and cheek; and he happily licked my face clean. I wish I wasn’t scared so I could transform to my fighter form, but it would be a miracle that I got the courage for it to happen. I was too scared to even move my hands which could move freely amongst the world around me. I managed to weakly send out a plead, which worked after a long hesitation. I felt the grip loosen immensely and finally it was gone. I sighed with relief, but in one swift motion my neck had snapped and my body laid on the floor colder than ever as I felt life drain from my body. It was gone, absolutely nothing left. Yet I was still alive? I blinked in the confusion and winced when I tried to move, thinking it was just a hallucination. I got a glimpse of his knees as he bent down and looked at my broken body in horror. “What have I done?” he simply choked on the words. I felt his hand gently touch the top of my head as he looked into my eyes. They were dull and lifeless, yet I still breathed. Luckily for me (in a way), his eyes had as well went back to the solid pale blue that were always cheerful; now only showing confusion, horror, and sadness. This was the first time I had ever seen Koohori cry. In all the years of my life, he had cried for the first time. I shed one tear of red until I blacked out, thinking that I had truly died now. The last words echoed in my head “I’m sorry…”
