Tearlet

Death Angel

(Prologue)

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She runs through the dark alleys, trying to escape. The harsh wind blows, as it sends goosebumps through her body, forcing her to stop in her tracks. She turns around, as her face flushes from heat, and sweat trickles down her back. She looks at the tall figure that slowly creeps up to her, taking his time. His black eyes glistens as he gives her a taunting smile, knowing that she cannot escape.

He strides closer, and closer, to the defenseless young woman, and cocks his head slighty to the side to get a good look at her frightened self. He smiles and in one quick movement he grabs her, hard, yanking her body into his hard chest. He locks her in his grip as she squirms and scrapes helplessly at his steel arms. Only a drop of blood drips, but the scratches heal quickly, leaving no scar or evidence behind.

Her head becomes light, and tears stream down her face. She cries out, but no one hears. Shes alone. All she could do now is gasp for the air she treasures so dearly. She starts to suffocate ad her oxygen pipe closes on her. Memories of her short life flashes across her mind, as her vision blurs and her surroundings start to settle into darkenss.

She tries to helplessly yell out for help again, but her mouth closes and opens- like a fish -with no sound leaving her trembling pale lips. She never would have thought that this would have happened to her.

Not this way. With this demon.

His black coal eyes stare into hers, as her soul squeezes through, trying to escape from her gapping mouth, to return to the new owner. She tries one last time to fight back, her body limbs hang loosely on her each of her side. She tries to force her mouth shut, but her soul is much stronger than she, and it rips through her, leaving her hallow. Her left foot twitches, and her eyes flutter, as her eyeballs roll back into her head.

Death is so simple. So easy.

He grunts from her heavy lifeless body and pulls out the teardrop shaped white gem. Her soul that has finally managed to escape, swirls through the dirty alley, and gets sucked into the crystal.

She has failed, like every other had.

He slips his treasure in his coat pocket and places the cold limp body against the wall. He looks at her milk white face and smirks at his accomplishment. He turns around, stretching his enormous black wings, and sprints forward, flying through the dark night, leaving the corpse behind. He prepares his crystal to get ready to hunt his next victim.