Bloodcurdling screams, guttural yells and ear-piercing wails were music to Yvonne's twisted mind. As she sprinted against the tide of escaping rats and skin in the dawning light, a new sound or image somehow satisfied her lust for blood. The desperate dragging of limp bodies, constant tripping over debris and carcasses, the ordeal of dying beneath concrete and rust, glazed pleading eyes begged her for help... for release.
Though her hand twitched against her thighs where she concealed her daggers and her mind reeled of what morbid creations she could carve from bones and flesh, the earpiece counted down the time she had left on this pitiful island. All she could do was dream onwards and observe from afar. So she resumed her sprint, her night-black bodysuit moved fluidly with her speed and her ebony braid flipped perilously behind her. She kept close to the buildings and shadows until she was nothing more than a shifting glimpse of darkness.
"Five Minutes Remaining"
The sky bled into an inferno of colours, smudges of silver smoke billowed from the land below. Groups of dying fires scorched whatever was left at its mercy with gusto. Not one creature ventured out to the streets where bombs had discreetly been installed.
There was no one around this part of the island. It was a deserted wasteland, evident of chaos and misfortune at all angles. Just the way it's supposed to be... Yvonne paused promptly behind a warped tree to catch her breath.
Still adjusting to the screaming lungs, still learning to overcome it.
To her right, she could see her destination. An ultramarine submarine perched beneath a rickety boat harbour which bore chains and warning signs on the gates. It provided enough obscurity for them to set base right under the rats' noses and invoke pandemonium. Yvonne chuckled at the thought.Suddenly, a gentle rustle of dried grass and debris filtered through her hearing. Someone was trying to sneak up on her. Someone stupid. Someone who had a very gruesome death wish. Yvonne flashed her blanched teeth to herself and slithered into the darkness. Viperish brown eyes that glowed from the shadows marked her prey.
A miniature boy with unusually long chestnut-brown hair, a flustered face and scrawny figure pounced to the spot Yvonne occupied before. He held a decaying twig in his hands which were trembling inhumanly. Yvonne had to stifle a chortle.
"Three Minutes Remaining"
So the fun Yvonne yearned for would not last long. The little boy would die if she spoke to him or not. Just as she decided to move on from the pest, his eyes darted to where she stood. Hues of brass and silver danced within his irises, Yvonne was left bewildered, a strange mesmerising aura emitted from them and attempted to burn eternal light through her veil.
"Who's there?" the kid yelled, holding his twig higher "I know you're there so stop acting like a coward and come out..."
Coward.
Yvonne sauntered to the vermin, sunrays grasped onto her sleek-black bodysuit and illuminated her bloodied dark skin, glinted her stainless steel weapons and hungry, malicious grin.
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From the Eyes of Shadows
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