An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Fake kindness -4

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Tired....

Sarah was tired..

Her body cold and wet to the bone as droplets of water from the humid weather of the valley continued to slid down the mess that had become her hair and down into her chin, muscles aching and beyond words after months of abuse and lack of a proper meal.

Dust and mud clinging to her frail looking form, almost concealing the ragged, weak shallow-breaths of a body barely able to keep itself from been pushed anymore, her fingers bleeding from hours of carving against the ground. The red ichor bleeding slowly into the watery mud-holes around her, becoming diluted soon after.

Her body had been pushed beyond the point of no return. And yet... she kept going.

When her hands bleed, she merely carved harder.

When her arms hurt, she just kept pushing against the terrible soreness.

And when she could no longer keep herself steady or up, she used her teeth to continue on, biting and chewing wood and rock.

The pain....no longer keeping her in check like many times before, but becoming something that drove her further into a self deleting spiral. A drive still pushing her forward, not allowing her little malnourished body to fall down and die in a whimper like her mother.

There was something she wanted to do.

Something that she needed to do.

It didn't matter what it was, how long it took, how simple it may have been to someone else, or how much she would have been spared off if she had just decided to follow that urge for blood still stuck on her throat instead of doing this.

In her simple mind it was clear what she would have normally chosen to do, it still surprised her that she had even come so far instead of just reverting back to what she usually liked to do.

But in her own way...she understood. She understood that this time it was not fun or hunger that drove her forward but a burning sting in her chest.

Mamas death leaving behind a need to kill that went beyond eating. An impulse that went beyond that desire to hurt something. The prickling sensation of tears forming around the corner of her eyes only making her shake her head as a response.

Thinking of mama made her sad, but she was not weak. She wasn't....

She was strong.

She would be the strongest, just like mama said she was.

She would show them.

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She would show them all...

However, until that moment came....the only thing left for her to do was...wait.

Partially because she was tired..., but also because she knew that she had no need to search for her prey. It would come straight towards her.

The pestering silence ended at last when her ears perked at a distant sound on the wind. Soft at first before growing in intensity as the source slowly grew nearer and nearer. Loud....and completely amateurish, followed by the trail of voices that the wind was so gentle to blow at her direction alongside their scent left no room for doubt of who were coming.