Fury

Chapter 2 Departure

Helda dances around her house without constraint. She's absolutely brimming with excitement. That boy was just too cute! And it's always the cute ones who taste the best. That's why she keeps that useless thrall around as a guise to convince any bloodborne of her humanity. "Absolutely not cute!" She sticks her tongue out while throwing apart her arms in rejection. If her thrall were anywhere near as cute as that boy, she doesn't think she'd be able to help herself to it.

Her once blue eyes glow a vibrant red in the dark as she walks through her yard to the little shack on the outskirts of her land. She opens the door and reveals the dried blood painting the entirety of the inside of the shack red.

She pulls down a wooden table latched onto the wall and sets up the chains. "Stupid idiots want to kick me out of the cove? Just because I can't see as good?!" She mutters with frustration. She picks up a bloody cleaver with a ragged blade and licks the flat edge of it. "I'll fucking show them. I'll come back and kill them all one day," She says with a smile before placing it back down and making way back to her main house.

She unlocks the door to the boy's room and sneaks a peak at his sleeping form before an eerie smile erupts on her face. She sneaks in and grabs the boy without waking him up and brings him back to the shack outside.

She gently places him down on the bloody table and locks him to it by his wrists and ankles with chains, and then she creeps back and waits in the shadows for him to wake up. It's the faces she loves to see. That's the best part.

The boy slowly opens his eyes and yawns before looking around the place. There's a sudden jolt that runs through his body and chains when he realizes where he is. He immediately tries sitting up, but finds he's limited in that area or movement by a chain wrapped around his neck. He ignores it. There's creaking and gagging as the boy pulls on the chains.

"Hahahahaha!" His struggle is brought to a pause when he hears the ecstatic laughing. He looks around the room once more and freezes when he finds red glowing eyes hovering in the corner. "What?" The eyes ask. "Oh, don't mind me. Not yet anyways. You just continue on with trying to escape." She suggests, but he only continues to glare into her eyes.

She rolls her eyes with a sigh before revealing herself. "Well, you do have a rather fierce glare on you. It's almost frightening." She holds up the cleaver for the boy to see clearly. "Almost," She reiterates.

"What are you waiting for?" The boy questions restlessly, hiding the crushing fear that prickles beneath his chest.

"Tch!" Helda clicks her tongue when she realizes she won't be getting much fun out of this one.

She raises the cleaver up and swings it down, and there's a clang of metal against metal as the boy raises the chain to cover his arm. Though, the chian only covers so much of his arm, so the cleaver still sinks in about halfway through. He smiles viciously at the shock that erupts behind Helda's eyes. Before she can react he sinks his claws into her forearm and pulls her closer to slash at her eyes with his other hand, so she drops the cleaver and covers her bloody eyes while screaming in agony.

The boy sticks out his unnaturally long tongue and uses it to pull the chain around his neck up to his mouth, and then bites down until it breaks under the pressure. He sits up into a crouch and yanks on the chain on his right arm until the nails pop out of the table, and then he does the same for his left.

Helda screams come to an abrupt end when she hears the sound of chains being broken. Is this how she dies? Blinded and killed by a human child? No! No...her thrall was right. This is no normal child. This is a little fucking devil!

The boy stops yanking on his last chained leg when he sees Helda raise a hand full of volatile red energy. He stands completely still and hopes the silence will confuse her, but when she a single unharmed eye he tosses that plan out the window. The red ball in her hand glows doubly bright for a fraction of a second. He takes that as his cue to dodge out of the way.