I stared at the heart. The more I waited, the more I craved it. I was still stabbing it, over and over. Blood rolled down my finger tips, my wrists, up my arms, and stopped at my elbow. Then I stabbed the knife in, and pulled it down, ripping the heart open.
It was then I realized what I was doing. I screamed and dropped the butchered "play toy" down. I sat in the corner, against a wall. I shut my eyes and tried to calm myself. I kept getting the visions of when I killed that woman. Her face, the blood, the blade.
Opening my eyes for just a second, and being glad to be seeing all colors, I threw the knife across the dungeon, realizing it was my murder weapon. I shut my eyes immediately, before the knife made impact. It hit a metal bar, making a loud scraping sound, that ecoed throughout the place. I jumped, looked up, and saw that the knife had even dented the metal bar, and I saw in black and red. No human could have thrown it that hard. The dent wasn't even minor, it bent the whole bar.
Seeing in black and red... Not again. Not again... I thought as I felt it take over. I leaped out of the corner, ripping the innocent woman's soul out of the heart, and devouring it immediately. The taste was... Strange. I even got a vision of one if her memories. Then another. Just two visions. Based on what I saw, I'd guess it was her best, and worst memory. Her wedding day, then her son's death. He looked young, he must've been in elementary school. He was only about 6, he died in a hospital bed, his mother, and father at his side.
Then my vision changed again, but not back to normal. I could see all colors, but the hue was darkened. A mouse ran across the floor, it wasn't darkened like everything else. It was more brightly colored. Living things are different... And I can hear their heart beat clearly... Even if they're the size of a mouse.
I could hear everything... Almost everything. I could almost feel things move. Like they mouse, it was a foot away, but I could feel it. Not like wind, but something much more complicated. I suddenly felt nothing for killing that woman. I had one sliver of my conscience, and my feelings, my happiest moments, my regrets. Although, it wasn't a very strong feeling. It didn't bother me one bit.
After brushing off what I had just done as if it was nothing, I wanted out. I stood up, and walked to the locked cage door. I grabbed the lock with my right hand, and twisted it straight off. I didn't know what metal it was made of, but there is no human alive that could rip a lock off like that, like it's nothing. I flung the door open and walked upstairs.
There was my mom. Standing right there as though she had expected me to break out, alone in the middle of the large main room. She clapped sarcastically. "Bravo. I expected you to take longer. You should be a strong one, your eyes are pure black. Most of our kind don't get that even even after centuries." I glared slightly. I didn't have many emotions, but pure rage was still there. I didn't mind being the way I am anymore, but I knew my mom had pissed me off. "Ooh, scary. Hah! You can't even control your impure eyes. Kassandra! Fight her. Don't kill her though, but I want to see her true power" she said, Kassandra immediately appearing at her side. She looked at my mom, her eyes pupils turned red, then she turned to me and grinned evilly. Nearly ear to ear. Only her pupils change. My eyes go solid black. Is that good? Who cares. This should be fun.
