Impure Saint (MareNight)

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Life is such a fragile thing...

It can be taken away so easily.

A simple bullet to the head, a noose, drugs... they're all lethal to life.

And death is such a precarious thing, for we can never tell when or how it will come.

Though one thing is for certain, while death my be fast approaching, there's always a way to trick it.

Nightmare knew that well enough. Even though this monster was practically unkillable he still feared death silently. To fight against his fear he killed countless others in disguise as creatures and his emotions grew cold as his soul grew shallow.

On the other hand there was another who knew it just as well. His fear never faded and his mind was always scrambling. He had not killed, no never, instead he was the victim of beatings, rape, and countless assaults.

Night was simply the guardian of negative energy, something that was needed even though it may not have been wanted, but because of this title... Nightmare faced hardships.

He never wanted to be the black sheep and he would do anything to loose the title he had been born with. He had a plan, one that meant he'd leave this world forever but he felt it was worth it.

While he suffered the townsfolk laughed and bantered while his brother joined them, his own smile prompted to his features.

Useless.

You should just leave, no one will miss you.

Dirt beneath my feet!

If you don't kill yourself then I'll kill you myself!

His hands gripped his pants, fingers digging into the fabric as hot tears fell down his face in cascades. He tired to stay quiet but he couldn't stop the sobs that wracked themselves through his throat.

Night's clothes were in tatters, his shirt thrown to the side and his crown buried deep into the muddy ground.

He didn't mean for it to happen...

He didn't mean to do this...

It was an accident...

He never meant to take this boy's life.

He was just trying to protect himself but now blood stained the grass and merged with the ground. Lifeless, glassy, green eyes staring up at him causing his soul to clench and another sob the rattle its way through.

His body trembled with raging adrenaline and fear as his eyelights gazed over the body, his first kill and hopefully his last.

He didn't mean to kill him, he only meant to knock him off him and threaten him away but he missed, stabbing him right through the stomach and ripping through.

Guts and entrails spread out on the open ground, hanging out from the gapping would that had been caused by a simple knife, sharp and effective.

Night shivered, backing away slightly as the recent events scrambled through his head until he came to an conclusion.

While this may have been self defense against a rapist he still killed someone... what would the town think? What would Dream think?

Quickly, Night grabbed his shirt and crown, taking off in a run. Stumbling and tripping over his feet he continued to cry, for some reason he wanted to go back.

Tears blurred his vision as he ran but he never once wiped them away. He had no clue where he was going but his feet guided him, dodging trees and shrubs and till he reached a tiny clearing.

In the middle of the clearing was a rather large rock and it was slightly overcast, the sun hiding behind the clouds. Everything was silent, no birds, no shuffling of the trees and wind, nothing.

Night's eyelights glanced around worriedly as he rubbed the tears from his eyes, he had never seen this place before but most importantly, why was it so quiet?

He pushed it off easily, shakily moving towards the rock and leaning against it, dropping his shirt and crown as he slid down with a sharp inhale.

Heavy exhales heaved from his mouth as his tilted his head back, focusing it on the sky. Dark stormy clouds approaching slowly, hiding the sun and darkening the surroundings.

"It's gonna rain again," Night mumbled quietly, "it rained earlier too..." He closed his eyes, intaking another deep breath.

Lowering his head he looked around once again, eyelights wandering his surroundings. His glance fell onto his crown and shirt seeing just how dirty they were.

His gaze traveled back to the sky as he got up, picking up his shirt and crown, placing them gently on the rock.

"There, that should get the dirt off of you." Night said silently, patting the rock before sitting back down,

He looked over himself next, eyeing the growing bruises on his body. Bringing his right hand to his other arm he gently brushed one of the bruises, wincing at his own touch.

He frowned, realizing it would take a while for them to heal. Whenever Night was hurt was always escaped to the forest, disappearing for days to weeks. Something more serious as a stab wound or broken arm he would normal fight off.

He lifted his head back just as the sound of a twig snap echoed through the silence. In a sudden motion of panic his mind summoned a bone knife, raising it shakily. He killed someone before, he... he could do it again, right..?

Another twig snap caused his body to jerk as his eyelights caught something dark in the tree line. As the creature continued to approach the rain slowly began to set in.

Droplets falling onto his head and sliding down his body like sweat, a nervous breath catching in his throat.

The creature finally became visible and it showed itself to be a black cougar. It's fur reflecting the limited light as it's blue eyes starred at him.

Hesitantly he lowered the knife, his body still shaking and trembling with fear as he met eyes with the beast.

Slowly the cougar approached, its head tilted down as its tail flicked low to the ground. It approached wearily, before it stopped right in front of him. It lowered his head, sniffling his boots before raising itself back up.

Night's breath hitched and he squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for an attack but it never came. However, when he opened is eyes he found the cougar patiently waiting, only about three meters away.

Confusion graced Night before he perked up, grabbing his shirt and crown before beginning to follow it, the rain only seeming to fall harder.

He kept a good distance between the two of them, about two meters. He relaxed his shoulders, looking over them, "S..So, where are you taking me?"

The cougar only huffed slightly, letting out a soft growl.

Night looked back to the cougar, gulping down his nervousness. "Oh yeah... you're a cat," Night mumbled, "You can't talk."

The cougar almost seemed to take an offensive to that statement, growling lightly as it stopped at a small camp.

Night glanced around, seeing a tent made out of some kind of hide, smoking seeping through some thin clothed areas. The cougar went in and he followed, his body relaxing at the sudden warmth of the fire inside.

Night sat on one side, his body shivering from only the wet cold of the outside. The cougar laid on the other side, curled up slightly as it eyed the boy across from it.

The cougar huffed, knocking a small first aid kit to the monster causing him to smile at it before treating his wounds.

While the monster did that the cougar observed every bruise and scar on his body and it internally let out a growl, confusing itself. It quickly shrugged it off, before drifting into thought.

'Why was there so much blood coating his shoes..?'