Big Book of Xephna One Shots

Doll Of Blood (S)

TW: Blood Mention, Lalnable, Evil-ness, Death, Gore, Violence, Torture? (maybe???)

Author's Note: Xephy - Red Eyes (Evil) Xephos - Blue Eyes (Good)  

Chapter One:

"Xephos." A gruff voice snarled, echoing, impatient. "Where are you?" It was harsh and crude, footsteps approaching at a rapid pace.

Xephy waited, his head at an angle as he pouted out his lips. His feet were slightly apart as he sucked on his teeth, crimson eyes flickering up to see the figure before him, golden blade in left hand as he moved his head to see Lalna face him. "You took your time." He muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Where is she?" Lalna's blue eyes flashed around, searching, making contact with Xephy's when his search failed.

"Dead." The other replied with a shrug, strolling over. "Not like you care.." He giggled, standing in front of Lalna now, walking the index and middle finger of his right hand up Lalna's shoulder, feeling Lalna's body tense, a smile on his pale lips. "After all, what are you really, a clone, the original, we'll never know."

"I am the original." Lalna growled out from behind gritted teeth, a seething energy being sensed.

Xephy turned on his heel swiftly with a laugh, walking back to his original position. "Really, because that's what they all say." He spun, a twisted grin forming on his lips. "They say it over and over and over and do you know what Lalna?" Xephy's head fell to the side, a short giggle leaving the back of his throat. "I don't listen to them." His face became angered as he swung the blade up with ease, slicing across the chest of the man opposite him, crimson blood spraying in multiple directions, covering Xephy.

The body thudded against the cold ground. Xephy sighed, crouching down next to the body, laying his sword down for a minute as he grasped the hair of Lalna and the bottom of his jaw, opening and closing it as he mocked. "Oh, I'm the original Lalna!~" He proclaimed in a childish tone, releasing his grip, picking up his blade and standing, tutting as he shook his head. "Pathetic."

His eyes widened, the word echoing in his head. 'Pathetic..' It whispered out in a raspy tone, Xephy bringing a balled fist to his hair, sliding it through. "S-Shut up.." He muttered, beginning to walk away from the scene, lowering his fist, though it shook with anger.

The day was bright and sunny, unacceptable for a man to be walking around covered in blood but Xephy didn't care. He returned to clean up, his mind hazy.

"Are you alright?" A voice asked, it was Honeydew. He stood looking up at Xephos, pressing his two index fingers together, as if nervous.

"A-Ah..!" Xephos jumped at the sudden speaking, looking down at Honeydew, calming himself, hand pressed to his chest. "Y-Yes, are you, you look nervous." His blue eyes focused as best as they could on his bearded companion.

"Oh I'm fine! I just heard rumours.."

"Of what?"

"You..coming in..covered in blood.." Honeydew winced as he spoke, slowly moving his head up to meet Xephos' face.

Xephos tensed. 'They saw you!~' A voice cooed from within, Xephos feeling the inner personality scrape at his soul, clawing at him for freedom. "Gah, that was somebody different. I'm nothing like that, you know that." He let out a light laugh. "I've got to go meet with Lalna," 'You killed him, remember.' The voice added. "I'll see you in a bit." He briskly walked away from his friend, going into a room and shutting the door, pressing his body against it as he locked it, sliding down the door. "W-Why..are you..still..here?" Xephos' voice was breathless and weak, his body curling up, tears trickling down his cheeks. 'Because..I'm you..!' The opposite cackled from Xephos mind, the scratching getting faster, mentally painful. 'I'm going to win and I'm going to kill them all and you'll be to blame.' The voice hissed.