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:: Kyle :: Crimson filled her vision. ...crimson... ...scarlet... ...red... ...blood...? She shook her head as the words filled her mind. ...words... ...head... ...shake... ...mind... "Kyle." A voice. ...voice...? "I know you are awake now, Kyle, my sweetie." Awake? ...kyle...? I...you...I...? "Open your lovely eyes and look at me, Kyle." Open... ...eyes... ...look... - Kyle - The word that kept on repeating and repeating within and without. ...repeating... "Kyle!" Sharp voice. Reprimand? ...reprimand...? Where did the words flow from...? What were words...? What...? "The last victim should have been enough..." Frustrated voice. And she felt anew the warmth. Warmth on her face, filling her vision crimson. Red...red...red.... She raised a hand. ...raised... ...hand...? "You are awake, Kyle!" Awake. Kyle. "Come, Kyle, my pretty dearie!" Excited voice. Crimson running down her face, through her hair... Tears...? "Awake, Kyle!" A demanding shout nearby, and heat on her shoulders. ...demand... ...shoulders... ...hands... Warmth trickling down her cheeks... ...white skin... ...cheeks... ...blood red lips... Warmth seeping through lips, rolling onto her tongue... "Kyle, I know you're aware and awake." Aware... Awake... How many times must she hear the word...? "Your eyelids fluttered, and you are touching your face!" ...flutter... ...face... ...touch. "Kyle!" Kyle! Crimson eyes flared. Her ...hand... moved. Crimson filled her vision once more. Watching the scarlet haze clear from her eyes, Kyle gazed down at the mess of flesh scattered on the floor before her. Haze...flesh...mess...scatter...floor... Words. Words to explain her existence. Words to prove that Kyle existed. Thought. I have thoughts... I am thinking... I am touching my face... She ran her bloody fingers over her already blood spattered face, licking them as they reached her lips. ...sacrifice... A head much smaller than the one she just plucked off rolled to the side, and she tasted the too sweet taste in her mouth. A baby... Children... Youths... ??? What was a baby? Something that was just born, her mind told her... Something small, her eyes told her... Then... What was she...? Was she not just born...? Kyle stepped forward, lifting a leg and placing her bare feet in the puddle of crimson. An iron circlet adorned her ankle, trying to immobilize her in place, but she failed to notice, ripping away the iron chains from the walls to which she was enchained. What was she...? "Kyle." Her name. Her identity. She raised her crimson eyes and saw a...figure. "I am your lord and master, Kyle." The figure...it...smiled...? The right eye glowed hollowly, a scar running from the brow down to the high cheekbone. The left golden eye calmly regarded her even as she studied it. Rich brown hair brushed back, falling carelessly on a broad pair of shoulders covered in silken black cape. The ears protruding obscenely from the sides of the face made her back itch. Without looking, she knew that black wings grew out from her back, and it felt natural, whereas the wings sprouting from the sides of a face seemed...unnatural. But... How do I know what is natural and what is not...? "You will serve me from now on." The voice pleasantly floated into her ears, making her close her eyes halfway in relaxation. "You have the right, since you have proven yourself worthy." It smiled, glancing down meaningfully at the mangled pile of flesh at her feet. She followed the gaze, looking down at her own handiwork. The man's blood had not tasted as sweet as the baby's... "You will have no want as long as you serve faithfully, Kyle." Kyle. There was her name again... Binding her... She took a slow ungainly step forward, then another, the chains from her manacles ringing faintly on the stone floor. Somehow finding her balance as she walked forward, the smell of powerful sweet blood filled her nostrils. Tilting up her face to its face, she smiled just the way it had smiled moments ago. An overpowering smell of sweet blood exploded in the room, crimson droplets flying through the air as the figure leapt away in a jerky movement. Kyle brought up her left hand to her face, licking luxuriously at the blood on her fingers. An ecstatic sigh escaped her blood red lips, deep crimson eyes carelessly following its movements. Four thin lines ran across the already scarred right cheek, and the left eye blazed at her. In another moment, the figure blurred over to her side, a monstrous arm swiping at her stomach, but Kyle swayed aside, reaching out her hand to draw more blood. A sharp claw struck away her hand, making a loud clang! as it came into contact. The golden eye widened slightly in surprise, but she had no time to consider its meaning as a powerful kick connected with her side, flinging her back against the wall to which she had been chained minutes ago. Coughing a little, Kyle languidly launched into the air, dodging aside another attack, and flipping mid-air, ran a talon across the caped back. Crimson droplets splattered her, and she wished that she had used her hand instead of her taloned foot. Burning golden eye regarded her as she flapped in the air, short blue hair matted with blood and her pale white skin covered only in crimson. A tiny sigh escaped him. "So you choose to fight instead of yielding." ...fight... ...yield... ........ Never How long was a never? Eternity? What was eternity...? Its hollow right eye seemed to see her despite its blindness, and her eyes were involuntarily drawn to it, gazing into the milky whiteness... A short curt wordless exhalation reached her sensitive ears even as some unseen force slammed her down onto the slippery hard stone beneath. Then another, and she was slammed into the wall, her limbs all askew... A powerful blow to her stomach made her gag helplessly, dropping to the ground, but yet another attack flung her nearly upright as if in mockery. Blow after blow assaulted her, and she could not avoid them, for there was nothing to avoid! And all the time, the milky white orb bore into her crimson mind... For the first time since her creation, Kyle learned an emotion. Fear. There had only been hunger before, staining her mind crimson, but the milky whiteness crept steathily into the crimson, chilling her. She did not think about the pain. The pain did not matter. It was the utterly helplessness of it all, not being able to see the attacks that endlessly slammed so hard that even her body felt pain, the white orb staring forever into her crimson mind. "Now do you see reason?" She vaguely heard the pleasant voice before deep maroon shadows claimed her. |