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♪•Sᴏᴀᴘ&Sᴋɪɴ - (ᴍᴇᴀɴᴅᴛʜᴇᴅᴇᴠɪʟ)
A growl leaves my mouth, my eyes burn, the blood murder and rage, the fire to bring the whole world down dances through them, i slowly tilt my head up and look at the wall, as I feel myself loosing, the scar over the back of my body, the scar over my eyes itches, with the bullets sink deep inside my chest, my eyes slightly glow in darkness, in rage and anger, the one signalling me to reach the west wing as soon as possible
I breath out, as my jaw slightly tickles, my eyes filled with darkness, filled with souls, death, ones I have intake by now, all of them running through the darkness of my gaze as i didn't move for a moment, staying right there with my breathing heavy yet slow as i slightly curse under my breath with my both hand fisting strong on the sides of my body as I stay still, whatever jimin says barely enters my head
As i clench through my teeth before I look down at his body, the pain rushing my senses, since those scars live with me, by body takes time to heal on its own, and I've just got shotteed there not helping me in any ways either, i breath out with my parted mouth the bone of my jaw moving as I look at the bodies near my feets, the blood covering the floor as i try to hold back before i reach the west wing
And i slowly turn around, the veins slowly appearing all over near my eyes, the muscles of my neck stiff, making the veins to pop out, covered and filled with darkness, blood and shadow they slowly move, and i breath out once i slowly turn around and i sense jimin shutting up quick at once he saw my face, i didn't even bother to look his direction with my body burning and the heat raising to my mind making a drop of sweat to slide down the side of my head
Without even bothering whatever the mess we've made, without even bothering to look at jimin I make my way outside, my feets move slow yet fast, as i reach the driving seat and get in with fast pace, my jaw tickles my eyes turning darker and darker with each second passes, and i slightly curse once I start the engine and start driving, my hold on the staring wheel strong, my both strong arm grabbing it hard enough to break it as i try to take control over myself when i know i could not as I make my way to the west wing
Not really wanted to turn into a fucking monster inside the car, or before i reach west winge because if i do, i would end anyone who cross my path, cuz my shadows never let me think twice once they finally take over me, I feed on people's soul, i rip through there skin and feast on them alive, and I'm supposed to dissapeared in the west wing, in some sort of way so people won't recognise me
Cuz I'm a fucking death.
And the more i stay like this the more I lose it, if i didn't go back to where I belong, cuz this is what I am.
My jaw clenches hard and my teeth run on each other as my eyes slowly glow gold, nothing bothers me, not even turning into what I actually am, or having power of controlling the shadows, i rule over them, i rule over the darkness i rule over the world of demons but what started bothering me is related to what happen years ago and what it leaves with in me
