Red Eyes [Chara X Reader]

54: The Hunt

Are you still human if you give in to every desire?

Every impulse and instinct? 

What is a man without inhibition? 

Merely a beast? 

Or is he more human than the rest of us? 

More natural?

What am I, who moves toward that base self with such unstoppable gravity? 

Am I a beast? 

Or something more than human?

These questions play a pointless war in my mind, looping and infinite. 

[Desire] is power. 

For better or worse..

Swiftly..

That same agonizing itch returns. 

The kind that can only be scratched with adherence to desire. 

It's a strange sensation. 

Not painful in the traditional sense, but unbearable all the same. 

I feel my face twitching as I endure the itch, resisting the urge to move. 

It's strange how distracting a bad itch really is.

When a simple scratch or pinch is enough to dispel the unpleasant feeling, you hardly even think about it. 

You quell it and move on, hardly even registering the small annoyance. 

I feel cold chills spread throughout my body and I sneer as my skin burns. 

"Purity." I mutter aloud, the word sounding bitter. 

The beautiful word..ironicly enough sullied by the actions of the group using it. 

"To be free of contamination." I say breathlessly, feeling my magic begin to stir in resonance with my growing anger.  "To be devoid of immorality." 

The man.. no the disgusting soulless fuck wearing human skin whimpers as I approach him. 

Cowardly bastard. 

"Killing innocent people is what you consider 'devoid of immorality'?" I ask rhetorically. "Just cleaning up the streets of monster sympathizers, is that it?" 

I feel my energy spiking, the latent energies rising in anticipation, as if wanting to be unleashed. 

For a moment I consider..killing him. 

It would be easy, he has no magic, no weapon and he's alone. 

It would be as simple as grabbing..his hair..and bashing it into the floor..

Or just cutting his head off..

Burning him alive wouldn't be hard either..

I breathe in as I dispel the thought. 

"No..I'm better than these scum." I assure myself, willing the sword that materialized itself in my hand to disappear. 

It does, but seems.. reluctant somehow.