"How about you tell me what you are... and I'll give you 10 seconds to run" He says as he wipes his mouth with blood around his plump lips
"I-I don't know what you are talking about..." Kairo said breathlessly as she holds the side of her neck, bloo...
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New Beginnings
It was cold. The air was thick, unnatural, It was wrong. The snow didn't feel real. Each breath she took scraped against her throat, tasting of iron and rot. The snow fell in slow deliberate spirals. Not fluffy, not soft. Each flake was like ash soaked in blood, melting instanty on her skin with a faint sizzle.
Kairo stood barefoot in it, the red flakes catching in her curls, melting into her lashes. Silence pressed on her chest like a scream that's been held in for too long. From the fog figures with long black cloaks emerged, their eyes glowed, and the world around bent unnaturally.
Through the storm, a silver blade cuts through the fog. Kairo turned, her heart pounded against her chest as she looked at the figure. She felt a srange feeling throughout her body, she felt frozen. Time felt like It moved in slow motion as the mystery figure approched her.
A cloak in black, the figure had a gold mask with black delicate pattern, it was different from the others. No voice, no name, just a presence that dispised her. She blinked and before she could process, the figure had attacked her.
Kairo dodged in time as blood rushed in her hands. Her vision pulsed red, as her eye glowed, her searing eye burned through the fog, casting streaks of ruby across the battlefield.
"You should've died a long time ago" The voice sounded calm, too calm. The figure strikes again and she ran, her body moving on its own. Each breath she took filled her lungs with rust and ash.
She kept running.
Kairo could hear her name being called in the distance. She turnt and look to see she who it was, before she could, a sharp pain was felt through her body, as she looked down with shaky hands. The blade had pierced her abdomen, as it twisting cruelly. Blood begins to spill in the already bloody snow.
She felt her knees buckle, as her body slowly begins to hits the ground, gasping for a name, a memory.
The red snow covered half of her face as her vision blurred. She made contact with the mystery guy before the cloaked figure covered her vision. The figure took off the mask and lowered to to her vision. She couldn't focus, but the figured mumbled a few words before she closed her eyes and faded into darkness.
Kairo's eyes bolted open as she sat straight up placing her hand on her heart as she tries to control her breathing.
"That dream.." she mumbled to herself before looking over at the clock "3 am.. again" she sighed softly before flopping back down into the bed.
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Kairo stood in front of the mirror, the soft creak of the floor beneath her bare feet was the only sound in the quiet room.
