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I awoke with a start, my senses overcome. The bright light grew closer as the my mind registered the loud whistling noise. The sheer force of it was amazing. Something purely animalistic in me understood the danger and forced my body to leap out of the way. My legs moved on some sort of mental momentum as they carried me toward the trees surrounding the train track. I sat leaning against a tree, hyperventilating as my mind cleared away the remains of the overwhelming adrenaline. As I watched the train pass, I remembered my purpose.
"Damn instinct." I whispered, my breath creating a misty cloud in the air. "I was so close..." I sat there for awhile, clutching my head, my eyes wide open.
"You wanted to live, didn't you?" Night accused. "Something made you jump out of the way."
"Of course it did." Light replied thoughtfully. "I know we've thought about it countless times before but can you really imagine dying? The second you slit that wrist, you'll regret it. You WANT to live. There's nothing wrong with that." Night sighed, disgusted.
"He doesn't want to live, he just doesn't want to die. Indecisive moron."
I stood up and turned to the mass of evergreen life.
"These trees..." Light wondered absently as I headed into the forest. "Would they ever die at all if humans weren't here to kill them?" I walked until I'd decided that I was deep enough in the forest's shady embrace to settle. Selecting a sizable tree, I hauled myself up. About fifteen feet from the ground I stopped. I leaned against the main trunk and looked out over the sea of dancing leaves in the moonlight. I stared.
"The darkness is your friend, Knives." Light reminded me. "Embrace it." An owl perched on the branch of tree opposite me. It cocked it's head to the side, watching me.
"A fellow hunter of the night." Night observed. It broke it's gaze and swooped down, snatching a rabbit in it's talons. As it glided away, it dug it's claws into the twitching animal's body, letting it's blood rain down upon me.
I reached to my face, smearing the blood across my skin. I studied my tainted hand in the white moonlight. A sudden urge took hold me as I poked a spike of the mace in my coat.
"You brought a mace?" Light commented.
"I had to have something to balance out the longsword." I explained. "I wouldn't want to have one side of my coat heavier than the other. That would just be weird."
I swung down as quickly as I could. The bloodlust was killing me.
"The first person I see." I decided, heading toward the city. "I'll kill him."
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Knives
HorrorThis story centers around Knives, a sadistic killer. Throughout the "episodes" in this book, Knives often contemplates the nature of reality and what sort of meaning it should hold for him. Due to the influence of a voice in his head called Night, K...
