427scarecrow

I strolled along the city. It was quite small, frankly.  The cloak I donned was navy blue, embroider at the waist and shoulders to fit me. My ebony boots made no sound on the streets. I glanced at my scythe. Her handle was black with patterned, glowing, green spots and her blade was a celestial blue decorated white at the bottom with celestial patterns hiding in the cerulean. I thought I heard something from the forest near the small city, so I went to see what was going on. What I saw made me freeze. A figure in a dark cloak was sitting over the body of a child, red coming from his eyes. The girl wore a plain, violet shirt that was stained w

I stood under a lamp in a deserted street. It was achingly familiar. I don't know why I was under the lamp, but something told me to be here tonight. It brought up memories, memories from long enough ago that it made me dizzy, mainly the fact that I remembered only after her death that I could have saved Kurotsuki with a simple spell. To avoid fainting, I thought of some more recent, pleasurable memories. I broke into the police station and killed most of them. It was their payment for killing Kurotsuki. They were the ones that slipped my deadly blood into her food. I liked the feel of their bones snapping, their flesh in my jaws, then skull

"YOU BROKE OUR DEAL!" Before I knew what I had done, I felt reinforced concrete collapse around me, no wait, behind me. The prison wall stood no chance and had broken the moment I let my fury take hold of me and fly through the wall. In only a moment, I was out of that prison. The world would pay. They broke their promise, and they would die for it. I would get revenge for Kurotsuki, and maybe even for myself. I could feel the air swirling around me, and then it came into sight. The police station she was being held captive in. I twisted myself and slammed my side into the sides, the concrete busting at the sheer force of flying at jet speeds