I've never been one for sob stories, which is why I hated what I used to be. Oh poor Cait, tortured by someone she thought she loved. Oh poor Cait, her soul got ripped out.
No more poor Cait. That little drama queen is dead. The only one here is me...
A/n just a quick tid bit. Ginger1101 is having a tough time right now. I need all of you guys to go give her love. Go cheer her up!
On with the story!
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Anger. That's all I felt. That's all I cared about. I was angry. I want to kill anybody who crosses me.
My eyes opened and I was in the dark. It was cold and cramped. I screamed and punched the top of the box I was in. It broke and I was greeted by soil and rain. That didn't stop me. I was on a mission.
I crawled my way out of the box and took a deep breath of fresh air, rain cleaning the dirt off of me. I saw a man walking away from where I was. I'm in a cemetery, so this must be my grave. Ha. Pitiful.
I stood up, rain drenching my clothes. I was in a light blue dress. Well it was light blue. It was now covered in mud. I made my shadows flare, expanding my anger. My shadows crept up behind the man and I could see him shudder. I smiled.
I quietly walked behind the man and grabbed him, my arm going around his neck as my shadows crept up his legs. His fear was so potent. So familiar. I loved it.
"Whoever you are, please let me go...take whatever you want." The man said, his voice was familiar as well. For the first time in I don't know how long I spoke.
"Your fear...I need it. Keep it up. Let me savor my meal." I snarled, my own voice foreign to me. I heard footsteps behind me, making me growl.
I pushed the man away from me, turning around and blocking the attack from the other man. My anger turned to rage as my shadows grew. My hair flowing in the wind despite the rain.
I felt my dress and flats disappear, only to be replaced with armour. That's new. I smirked as I pushed the attacker away, standing up straight. I looked at my armour and grinned.
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The attacker looked shocked, but then his face contorted into anger. My attacker lunged at me, but he didn't count on my shadows. A burst of shadows exploded from my chest, sending my attacker back. His body hit a tree and he groaned in pain, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth.
I turned around, satisfied with what I had just done. I slowly walked over to my meal, who was laying in the mud, shocked and scared. I straddled him and smirked, not seeing his face. My hair covered mine as I grabbed the man's neck, smirking.
"Don't hurt me, please." The man begged, barely being able to talk as I choked him. That's when it hit me.
This is Mark.
My friend.
I couldn't hurt him.
I stood up suddenly, letting go of him as my armour went away, leaving me in my original outfit. My anger turned to regret as Mark stood up, finally seeing who I was.
"Cait?! But..but you're dead!" Mark shouted, disbelief in his voice. This caught the attention of the others, and even my attacker. They all ran towards us, happy, shocked, confused.
