A/N: Don’t know where this came from. I usually don’t write stuff like this, but I scribbled it out at the spur-of-the-moment. It’s a random angst-horrific-tragedy of doom! Content includes implied rape, male/male situations, and murder. I guess the thing to say is read at your own risk.

- W H I S P E R S -

Whispers. So silent, so hushed, snickering in the depths of my mind, for me to hear alone. Little demons who plagued my thoughts, shrouding it into darkness, into a dark, unreachable despair. It was cold, it was dark, and I was alone. Each moment was marked only by the rapid beating of my heart. By my senses coming in and out of focus. No sight. No hearing. No touch, no taste, no smell, and yet, they were all magnified. Perceiving was beyond the need to control, but what was there to perceive? Was there truly anything worthy enough to lead the senses to? Why? Everything is dark. Everything is black. A never ending night. And eternity of moonless and starless nights.

I couldn’t feel anything. My own skin was frozen, just as my heart had iced over. I could not feel. There was no room for me left in my own mind either. The demons had long settled there, settled there to stay. Their voices never laid to rest. Their whispers were always first in my thoughts… of what little thought I carried. Were these thoughts even my own anymore? I had long been swallowed by their cried.

Blood! They screamed for. Blood! Blood! Death! Pain! Suffering! Greedy little demons they were. My own had not been enough. My hosts had hungered for something more, and they drove me to bring it for them. They had craved for every ounce of raw pain our victim endured oh so much. They had savored it and had felt none the more content when the deed was done. There had been no preventing it. Their bloodlust had coursed through my veins, taking me over, at the first glint of fear in those wide, hazel eyes. Their whispers had mounted to new levels. Their desires became my own.

I was at their command ever since they first appeared, a servant to their will. I was a host. A loyal minion, beautified by the blood soaking my clothes, mixing with my sweat. The blood was not my own, so its worth increased tenfold. It was dripping down my skin and hair and down the walls. A dark crimson rain. Beautiful.

His naked body still writhed underneath me, his screams having died down to soft whimpering and pleas, too physically and mentally exhausted and hurt to do much more. Trust and devotion and love had only become fear and deception when I had raped him, claiming him against his own will. Tortured, broken, useless. The demons murmured amongst themselves, hatching new and evil schemes. The whispers had died down now that the boy’s blood stained my hands. It would never come out.

“Tomi…” His voice cracked as a new wave of tears spilt from his hazel eyes, breaking as he attempted the hopeless act of reaching me. Hopeless indeed. I am a slave to the demons now, and he is nothing. Nothing but food for my hosts, and yet he repeats my name. “Tomi…?”

My hand is reaching out before I can stop it and he shrinks back, but it still rests on his cheek, tracing down his jaw line and over the cuts that littered his once perfect features. Wounds my hands had carved while the whispers cried for such a beautiful sacrifice. “Kiyoshi…”

At once the demons were alert and had hold on me again, their voices mingling in new words, directions, and commands for myself. A smirk curved at my lips and I brought my fingers to them, licking the boy’s blood clean. The familiar, metallic taste screamed at my senses and the whispers broke out into a new chorus.

KILL! KILL! KILL! They chanted on and on, jumping and running in my head, beating at my pulse. Kill… Kill… Yes. Spill more blood, spill more blood for them. For me. Tear out his heart, his life. Drink until none of his lifeblood remains. Feed until he’s nothing left but a mere memory. My prey is already in my talons. All I have to do is squeeze.

Cold. No. colder still. The metal of the firearm was nearby, being the item to have provoked the boy to where he is. But now it is in hand again, at my disposal. The cool metal pressed against my palm, my finger tight on the trigger… Safety off in a heartbeat, hazel eyes widened as I lifted it, aiming at that slashed face.

KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!

Blood. Demons. Whispers. In my mind… my heart… my soul. In my soul, black as night. Blacker then night. The soul of a predator. The soul of a monster. The soul of my own demon. The soul of me…

I pulled the trigger.

- F I N -

A/N: That’s all. Quite settling for the darker, insane side of us all. Please review. ~Ryuumi Karasu

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