Kintsugi

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 "Here's to shitty days and plastic hearts"

A noise.

No.

A sound.

Darkness.

A sound!

No. Plural. Sounds.

And voices.

Loud. Fast.

Darkness.

Panting. Close.

Screaming. Far.

Darkness.

Bang-bang-bang.

- Hmph... - The first thing she feels is that her throat was sore. Her eyes burned when she tried to open them.

- Wake up! - someone was shaking her, hard. - Listen, those things are everywhere! I don't care what they say, in my book so long as you're a human, you're fine. - Once her eyes got better, she saw a young woman's face in front of her own.

A human? What else am I supposed to be?

- Here. - The woman threw a long coat at her. While she tried to put it on, she realized she had been dragged through a long, white corridor. When did they exit the room? - Come on, come on, dress up! Take this and make a run for the police station!

- Wha..? Where am I? Who are you? - She noticed they were now in a huge entrance hall.

- Sorry, no time! To hell with all that, I can't live with myself if they kill everyone here... - the redhead didn't even have the time to finish her sentence, as something threw itself at her.

Time stopped.

She stopped.

One breath.

Blood... blood was everywhere.

And the redhead who dragged her around just lost her aorta.

The thing holding the redhead's body turned out to be another woman. She was wearing a smart-casual suit in a cream shade. Her dark hair was done up in a bun. At first glance she seemed just like any other person. Yet, after looking at her for a few more seconds, there was something in her, almost like a sinister aura. And only when she stopped to pay closer attention to the woman in front of her, did she notice the reddish-brown stain on the woman's white shirt. And when she looked up, the brunette's head rose and suddenly the cannibal was looking right back up at her.

Soulless...

There are times when certain events in life bring back long forgotten memories. At the moment, her mind dug up one, which seemed to flash too fast to leave a clear picture and left her with a taste of bitterness and sadness. "The eyes are the window to one's soul" is one of the most well-known sayings in the world. Suddenly, she remembered that sentence so well, as her grandma favored it above any other. Remember, look deep enough and you'll see the very core, the true nature of the person. For a second a part of her wished she could hold on to that memory and cherish the fondness she felt in the tone of her grandma's voice. However, looking right into the eyes of that person made her blood freeze cold. Those were huge, coloreless, empty eyes, with no shadow of a thought behind them. Terrifying, blank eyes of a being, whose face seemed like a grotesque wax figure, which was meant to resemble a human. The woman's skin was missing pieces in places, dark stains were all over her clothes and body. After she moved, she was now standing in a hunched position, wicked, so unnatural for a human. She rather resembled a wild creature, sickly in her movement, at the same time obviously ready to attack. And, driven by some devilish hunger, she took the first, unsteady step forward.