His For the Taking
Very brief. Temporary title. :P
Voices.
It filled him.
Desperate cries, devastated screams, pain-filled shrieks.
And then they all went silent. Their eyes devoid of anything. Some even had the ghost of a smile on their pale lips.
Soon, the world would be his.
As he had always known.
He stared down at his hand, the crimson appearing black against his pale skin. He raised one to his lips, and they parted to taste the blood.
Sweet ambrosia.
A grin that bared his front teeth slowly crept across his face. Strange, hypnotizing eyes stared through the night.
And then laughter cut through the stillness.
Ω
“Help me.”
A man crawled his way through the disgusting carnage, his voice hoarse and quiet. Blood matted his blonde hair, making it appear black in the dim light.
His eyes fixed on the lone figure standing in the midst of the silent chaos.
The desperate man started making his way towards the solitary statue.
Emerald met amber, and he knew his grave mistake.
Run.
But the green gaze held him still, as if he had woven a spell over him.
He stalked towards him, his eyes still locked onto him.
Run!
He moved with a predatory grace, that was terrifying as it was enthralling. Stopping in front of him, his mesmerizing eyes never once left his face.
RUN.
His voice had deserted him. Their gazes never broke from the other.
RUN!
The man suddenly raised the body by his neck, his hands clamped tight around the other’s throat.
R. U. N.
For a few struggling moments, he fought.
And then silence.
Too late, little one.
He released his grip on the lifeless body. The same slow grin crept onto his face.
It was his now.
Always was, and always will be.
The terrifying laughter came again, echoing in the silence of the night.
Nobody could deny him what was his any longer.
Nobody.
The world was his for the taking.
And he had taken it.
It filled him.
Desperate cries, devastated screams, pain-filled shrieks.
And then they all went silent. Their eyes devoid of anything. Some even had the ghost of a smile on their pale lips.
Soon, the world would be his.
As he had always known.
He stared down at his hand, the crimson appearing black against his pale skin. He raised one to his lips, and they parted to taste the blood.
Sweet ambrosia.
A grin that bared his front teeth slowly crept across his face. Strange, hypnotizing eyes stared through the night.
And then laughter cut through the stillness.
Ω
“Help me.”
A man crawled his way through the disgusting carnage, his voice hoarse and quiet. Blood matted his blonde hair, making it appear black in the dim light.
His eyes fixed on the lone figure standing in the midst of the silent chaos.
The desperate man started making his way towards the solitary statue.
Emerald met amber, and he knew his grave mistake.
Run.
But the green gaze held him still, as if he had woven a spell over him.
He stalked towards him, his eyes still locked onto him.
Run!
He moved with a predatory grace, that was terrifying as it was enthralling. Stopping in front of him, his mesmerizing eyes never once left his face.
RUN.
His voice had deserted him. Their gazes never broke from the other.
RUN!
The man suddenly raised the body by his neck, his hands clamped tight around the other’s throat.
R. U. N.
For a few struggling moments, he fought.
And then silence.
Too late, little one.
He released his grip on the lifeless body. The same slow grin crept onto his face.
It was his now.
Always was, and always will be.
The terrifying laughter came again, echoing in the silence of the night.
Nobody could deny him what was his any longer.
Nobody.
The world was his for the taking.
And he had taken it.
