Raining Blood

To Be Human Pt. 2

The red-haired girl sat at her desk, staring out the window. Every now and again, the plain grey sky would light up with a burning red light that would cover the sky. A normal person would have questioned why the sky was changing colors. For the red-haired girl, the question was irrelevant. 

The sky was always like that.

The girl carefully jotted down some notes in her notebook with her blocky, poor excuse for hand-writing, signing the page at the top with her name.

Her father had decided her name should be Kira, for some unknown reason. So that would be her name this time around. Not that she enjoyed the name. He could have picked something cooler. Maybe in her next life. 

Her family was constantly moving to keep up with her parent's work. Her father was a respectable man with a great job. People loved him. People feared him. She wanted to be just like him some day. 

Her mother was away on an extended business trip. She had been for the last sixteen years. There were some nasty people who liked to spread rumors about her mom. They said she was dead. That was ridiculous. Father said she was alive and Father never lied. If he said mother was alive, she was alive. There was no debate. 

Kira hated people who spread lies like that. They were the worst kind of people. Not that she cared much anyways. 

People like that never lived long.

Kira sighed. People always had a way of dropping dead around her.

Maybe that was why she had no friends.

She thought back to all the different places she had seen in her short time on this world: Stone Creek, Black Drop, Darkhaven. The list went on and on.

Darkhaven was her latest hit. She already missed it. There was never a dull moment. Sadly, she had to move away. It might have had something to do with her apartment being blown apart.

It was probably for the best anyways. Her father thought the place was a bad influence on her. He probably didn't want his daughter getting involved with organized crime. That was a shame. She would be great at it.

While she was pretending to pay attention to the teacher, Kira made eye-contact with a boy sitting across from her on the other side of the room. He had pitch-black hair and his eyes were amber. It was clear he could care less about what the teacher was saying.

When she made eye-contact with him, a hint of shock ran through his being and his eyes locked with hers. It was hard to tell if the boy was entranced or genuinely terrified. Maybe a mixture of both.

A wry smile curved the corners of Kira's lips. A strange feeling of anticipation churned inside of her heart, a feeling of raw curiosity that made her heart race and her throat go dry.

She had to tear her eyes away from the boy. It was hard. Patience was never easy. She could already feel the blood racing through her veins, providing a warm, familiar buzz. How long would she have to wait? She could hardly contain herself. It was impossible to focus, not that she cared about the lesson anyways. Listening to this man drone on and on was insufferable to say the least. 

Lunch passed by without any real change. Kira could feel her stomach grumbling. Bringing a lunch was too much of a hassle. 

An piercing screech echoed across the walls of the school as the bell signaled the end of the day. One-by-one the students started filing out of the class room and moving into the hallways.

The mass of people crowding inside that tiny hallway gathered together to form an immovable wall of flesh. Everyone was part of something bigger, some immeasurable monster with hundreds of limbs and countless eyes.