In Between Worlds

29

Anima's P.O.V. (Nikita's P.OV.)

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I'll kill her.

I'll kill her.

I'll....kill.....her......

Gluttonous growls, piercing screams, loud bangs, the sound of flesh being shredded, the small echo of blood as it hit the dirt. Everything was just satisfying to me. I couldn't see anything but red. Both Anima and myself was in control. Both of us linkinv out minds, ways, fighting skills, senses, everything.

"Give up?" Lala smirked as the gash I just gave her on her stomach formed back instantly.

How do you kill a ghost?

"Come on, this is getting boring. What do you possibly think you can do to me?"

"I promise you this, " Anima growled and I continued the sentence, "Nothing else lays in your path," We both finished it, "But death."

Lala snarled at the comment, running at us. Good, she's angry. Time to toy with her. She will be focusing on landing a direct hit, not healing herself when I injure her.

"Anima!" She growled, swinging at me, "Everything was always you. The half breed! Anima this! Anima that! Why! What's so special about you!?"

"There's nothing special about us," Anima growled back, "You're kind wanted to use Nikita and myself. That does not make me special. It makes me a weapon."

"Ugh! It was still you! They always chose you over me! The weakling!"

Her nails dug into our chest, ripping at the skin. We jumped back, watching as Lala ran towards us again, smile wider than the length of this field. Not literally.

"You're gonna die." She snarled and she grabbed onto our hand, yanking us forward.

"No, you are." Anima growled, "Again." I added and Lala's eyes widened and she jabbed her hand straight through Anima's heart. Blood come from our lips and I froze a little.

Anima.

I-I can't.

Let me take over.

No...I can't let you do this alone.

Anima. Let me take over. Completely.

F-fine....

I felt Anima faded away and Lala began laughing hysterically as my head remained bowed.

"I finally killed her. The cause of my pain, she's gone. Forever."

I slowly raised my head, laughter stopping, "Don't be so sure, sister" I growled and kicked Lala back, I landed on the floor, and stood up. Wound healing back almost instantly.

"Nikita.."

The tone. A demon's rage mode.

I watched as Lala, though being dead, transformed into her true form. Horns protruding her head. Nails longer than my hand. Bone shooting out her back, twisted legs, broken limbs. Eyes the color.of blood, Everything that represents what she is. A demon.

"Nikita."

Rage mode initiated.

I tranformed as well, Lala growled at this. She never liked seeing my form.

"Look at you. Little Ms.Perfect."

I rolled my eyes, hearing a growl and wind gash past me. I leaned to the side, dodging the attacks of Lala.