He sat on the large, thick branch, crouching and waiting for his prey. The silence that surrounded him was eerie, not even the gentle whistle of the wind could be heard. Of course, he had quieted it. He took a deep breath that completely inflated his lungs, pushing them against the hard bones of his ribs. Slowly exhaling, his eyes darted to the figure beneath him. There it was. He smirked wildly to himself. Dinner.
He rose to his feet, balancing precariously on the branch. With a slight bend of the knees, he easily flipped off the branch and landed in front of the man. The man gave a startled grunt as he immediately pivoted on his heel. I guess dinner is to go, today. He smirked and watched as the man ran away. He lifted his hand to his face and carefully analyzed his fingers. Frowning, he noticed a little dirt under one of his nails. He carefully cleaned it. Looking up, he noticed that the man was already quite a ways down the street. He smirked. Time to go. He took a step before vanishing into thin air, his body melting into the shadow beneath him.
The shadow skidded down the street and came up in front of the man. The man, too scared to look behind him, didn't notice the sudden shift of the ground. The shadow dissipated. The man barely had time to blink, barely had time to acknowledge that this was the end of his life. A sharp claw dug its way through his body, grabbing his heart and pulling it out of his body. Blood spewed from the gaping hole in the man's chest, forming a puddle around him as he collapsed to the ground.
Carefully, the bloodied fingers of the claw turned the heart over, stripping away some of the muscle to reveal a small, glowing blue orb. A tainted soul. Unfortunate, but that's all I can get, I guess. After all, this man was a convicted rapist and murderer. With that, the boy shrugged and popped the blue orb into his mouth, swallowing it. He felt the human's soul fill him with satisfaction. Dropping the heart on the ground by the man, he wiped his hands on the still-clean section of the man's shirt and receded his claw, a normal-looking hand taking its place.
He nonchalantly walked away from the scene of the crime. He walked with such gentle, swift movements that one would almost think he was gliding. After a few minutes, he paused, looking around him. Not seeing anybody in the immediate vicinity, he pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing perfectly shaped abs. Of course, it came with the training. If he was human, he knew he'd be overweight, if not obese. He loathed any sort of physical activity that wasn't essentially necessary. He carefully folded his shirt and placed it in his pants pocket.
A large tattoo spanned his back. Arcs and angles formed eccentric patterns over his shoulders and spine, traveling all the way down to the small of his back. It was the mark of the demon within, and it was his greatest pride. On his upper left arm, a smaller tattoo resided. It was a simple design, a spiral with lines shooting through it. He frowned as the smaller tattoo caught his eye. Extending the claw of his right hand, he slashed through the tattoo, a slight smile playing at his features. If he could destroy it, he would. Unfortunately, it was every bit a part of him as the mark of the demon on his back. With a sigh, he focused on the blades of his shoulders, feeling them shift and writhe. After a split second, large, black, torn wings extended outwards, and he took flight.
The air sliced through his short, dark-brown hair, whipping it every which way. He loved the stinging feel of the wind on his black-brown eyes, making them painfully water. He loved the way the small pebbles that rose from the ground below would strike him in the face and body. He loved the way it felt like he was being attacked by many small, sharp knives at once. He guessed one could call it masochism, but he called it punishment—punishment for all he had done and all he would do.
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Rising Chaos
Fantasi'He sat on the large, thick branch, crouching and waiting for his prey. The silence that surrounded him was eerie, not even the gentle whistle of the wind could be heard. Of course, he had quieted it. He took a deep breath that completely inflate...
