I’ve been in this mood where I write each character with their own short story.  But with things that would never happen.  You’ll see what I mean.  Anyway, this one is Kiran.  And I’ve never actually written from only his POV before and I’ve just realized how depressing he really is.  The poor dude.  I put him through so much.  And I know there’s a lot of odd sentences and run-ons and such.  But I did it like that on purpose.  And then song he listens to is “Unite!” by Ayumi Hamasaki.

All Things Must End

Kill them all.

            Those had been her words.  Her exact words.  And if he didn’t do as he was told, she would kill him.  She was always looking for reasons to kill him.  Always.  If he even looked at her wrong she threatened him.  He hated his life, it was true.  But every time he thought that he wanted to die, he couldn’t bring himself to let her kill him.  Many times before he had even thought about doing it himself.  But killing himself was the only thing he couldn’t kill.  Maybe she was right.  Maybe he was a coward.

            But that didn’t matter.  After all, it never mattered.  Not when it came to how he felt or what he wanted.  No one loved him.  No one cared for him.  He was alone and always had been.  And always would be.  How could someone love him?  She had told him before that he was worthless.  The only thing he was good at doing was killing.  And no one loves a murderer.

            And he had no choice.  He had to do as she said.  So he did.  He followed orders like an obedient dog.

            So now he was on another one of her little “errands” for him.  And this time it was different.  This time it wasn’t his own world that he had to kill someone in.  It was another world.  The human world.  Earth.  She had said there was a family whose bloodline was filled with white magic.  The magic that was her dark magic’s enemy.  And that if they ever found a way to get to the magical world, it would be the end of her. 

            Of course this was his chance to let someone destroy her.  But if she found out that he hadn’t killed them like he had been sent out to do, she would surely cause him even more misery.

            He sighed heavily and pressed down on the gas, his black Supra going faster.  He narrowed his violet eyes at the road ahead as he thought angrily about her.  All she did was cause him pain.  Cause him misery.  Just thinking about her made his blood boil.

            His slender hands tightened on the steering wheel and his claws scraped across his skin.  She always called him names.  She always put him down.  She told him he was an idiot.  She told him she never should have saved his life when he was a child.  All she did was make his life hell.

            The violet of his eyes flashed across the road and then up at the light.  It changed to red.  He snarled and slammed his foot down on the gas.  The dark car shot forward like a bullet and sped through the intersection.  Luckily there were no cars as it was midnight.  Even if there had been cars, Kiran still would have run the red light.

            The long silken strands of his white hair fell over his face and into his eyes.  He made no move to brush them away because they would only fall into his vision again.  It was pointless.  Everything was pointless.  His life was pointless.

            His eyes softened and he slowed the car as he turned a corner.  All he had to do was push the pedal down as far as it could go and release the wheel.  The car would go where it wished and Kiran would finally be free.

            But then she would win.

            As his thoughts slowly faded and his mind became blank again, the radio steadily grew louder and he glanced at it in annoyance.  A foreign song was playing.  Japanese, from the sound of it.  He snorted at the radio. 

            “Humans and their pathetic inventions,” he muttered, yet made no move to turn the music off.

            For some reason the music got rid of his anger toward her.  Though it only made him remember how he was alone.  To him, even though he couldn’t understand what the woman was singing, the words sounded sad.  Tears slowly filled his eyes and he didn’t even realize it.  He didn’t want to be alone anymore.  He couldn’t take the empty feeling in his heart.  He couldn’t take the sadness and despair that lingered inside of him.  No one had ever told them they loved him.  No one but his mother, who had died when he was still very young.  He wanted someone to love him more than anything.  He wanted to be held, because even someone like him needed to be comforted at times.  Just because he was a killer, just because he mainly  felt emotions of hate and anger, just because he was considered to be evil-it did not mean he didn’t want to be loved as well.

            His eyes narrowed again and tears ran down his face.  He reached over and shut the radio off.

            Within seconds he reached the neighborhood he had been looking for and switched the headlights off.  He slowly parked along the curb a few houses down from his target and shut the car off.  He looked at the two storied house sadly.  There were five people he was meant to kill.  A man and his wife.  Three sons of the ages fifteen, twelve, and nine.  And one girl.  A little girl.  A baby. 

            Her voice echoed in his mind.

            “You are worthless, Kiran.”

            The tears in his eyes vanished and a cold look replaced them.  Killing this family would be simple after what he’d done before.  And killing the loving family tonight would help calm him.  After all, killing did make him feel better.

            He reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed his weapon.  A simple Walther P-22.  But of course, once he fired even once it would be enough to wake the entire house.  And he couldn’t have that.  So he picked up the last piece.  A silencer.  He slowly twisted it onto the barrel and made sure it was tight.  He studied the gun for a moment and then opened his door and stepped out.

            The breeze caught his long trenchcoat and made it swirl around his legs.  His hair, which usually fell freely to his thighs, had been pulled back to keep from getting in the way.  Though his bangs and a few shorter strands of his hair still fell into his beautiful face and framed it.

            Kiran reached left the keys in the ignition and silently closed the door.

            Then he gripped his weapon tightly and began down the street, his hooves making hardly a sound.  A few leaves scuttled across the frozen black river he walked on and were blown to the gutter.

            Strands of his hair brushed across his pointed ears and he shivered, but ignored the feeling.  He was at the house now.  It loomed in front of him, seeming to beckon him inside.  His eyes strayed to the porch light and he went up the walkway and stopped just in front of the door.  He smirked and grabbed the bulb, ignoring the burning heat and he twisted it the opposite way and it went out.

            He then looked at the door and frowned slightly.  Then he smirked again and ran his free hand down the wood.  A light click from the other side let him know that his magic had unlocked it.

            He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

            It was dark and the only sound was the air conditioning.

            Kiran closed the door behind him and began for the staircase.  He knew where everyone slept.  She had told him.

            The stairs creaked slightly under him, but the sound was very faint.  He continued moving up, flicking his long white tail.  The gun was still held tightly in his right hand, his finger near the trigger just in case someone came at him.

            He reached the first room easily.  The master bedroom.  The door was open slightly, probably in case one of the children had a nightmare or needed help.

            Children, he thought to himself bitterly as she silently pushed the door open.  What a waste of life.

            The blinds were pulled back slightly from the window and the moonlight filtered in.  The married couple was asleep in bed.  The woman had her arm over her husband’s chest and the blankets were thrown comfortably over them.  Kiran watched them for a few moments and then he glared.  If he was unhappy, then everyone should be unhappy.

            He walked closer to the bed, no longer caring if he made noise and raised the gun.  He aimed it for the woman and fired without hesitation.  There was hardly a sound as the bullet entered through her head and into the man’s chest.  They both jerked slightly and then were still.

            Kiran turned and left the room.

            He ran his claws over the metal of the gun and walked down the hall.  The next room was the eldest son’s room.  He turned the knob and opened the door.  A light on the desk had been left on, lighting up papers spread across the top of the desk.  Kiran walked over to the desk and his eyes flickered over the homework.  There were numbers and symbols all over it.  Math.  Kiran smirked and picked up the pencil and finished one of the challenging equations in a second.  Then he put the writing utensil back down and aimed the gun at the sleeping boy in the bed.  He fired.

            The boy became still in his sleeping and Kiran left that room as well.

            Three more.  A twelve year old boy and a nine year old boy.  And a two year old girl.

            There were two more rooms left.  He was going to save the little girl for last.  So he went across the hall and moved the door open.  A double bed rested along one wall and both boys were sleeping soundly in it.  There was an aquarium on the dresser and it lit up the room with a soft blue glow.  Kiran went over to it and watched as the shark swam in it.  He withdrew a knife from his pants and spun it, then thrust it down into the water.  It sliced through the shark, which twitched for a few moments and slowly became still as the water darkened to a red around the dead fish.  He pulled his knife from the shark and slid the weapon in its place again.

            One of the boys began to whimper and Kiran turned quickly.  The smaller child was thrashing in bed as though he were having a nightmare.

            “Poor little boy,” Kiran whispered and moved closer.  “Your parents cannot come running to help you now.”

            He held the gun for the boy’s head and pulled the trigger.  Kiran didn’t even flinch as blood splattered over his clothes.  He then looked to the top bed and fired again.  The last son cried out in pain, the bullet having gone into his neck.  Then he choked on his blood and fell still.

            One more.

            Kiran walked out of the room quickly and crossed the hall again.  The last door stood wide open and a crib was set in the corner of the room.  A radio had been turned on and a soft lullaby was coming from it.  He paused when he heard cooing from the crib.  He went to it with raised eyebrows and looked in.  An adorable little girl was looking up at him.  She squealed and held her hands up to him.

            He sneered at her.  “Be silent, you foul creature.”

            He raised the gun and reached with it into the crib.  His eyes were emotionless as he aimed it for her tiny body.  Then he paused as she squealed again.  He smirked and moved the gun away.  His grin widened as he took out his knife again.  Kiran held it just under the baby’s throat and then drew it across.

            The baby screamed as her skin opened and blood poured out.

            Kiran watched as the red liquid seeped into the blankets and surrounding stuffed animals.  Once the child was lifeless and her eyes glazed, he slid the blade back into his pants and left then room.

            There was a door at the end of the hall and he frowned slightly.  She had told him nothing of it before.  So he made his way to it and pushed the door open.  But it was entirely dark and he could see not one thing.  He studied the room and then turned, leaving the door open.

            As he practically flew down the stairs, he heard barking.  He turned just as a large Doberman launched itself from the top of the stairs at him.  He cried out as it the dog’s body connected with his and he was thrown off the stairs.  Kiran landed painfully on his back, with the huge dog on him.  The dog snarled and opened its jaws, its sharp teeth glistening and he went for Kiran’s neck.

            Kiran immediately let go of his gun and grabbed the dog’s muzzle, feeling the teeth cut into his palms.  He winced and struggled to push the dog off.  But Kiran had murdered the dog’s masters.  The dog’s family.  And the dog was furious.

            But Kiran was only doing as he had been told.  He was only doing as he had been trained to do.  And if he didn’t do as he was supposed to, he was punished.

            Just like the dog.

            His violet eyes flashed over the dog and Kiran became filled with fear.  It was going to kill him.  With a deep growl he grabbed the dog’s throat and ripped it out with his claws.  The dog screamed in pain-a sound that Kiran wasn’t aware dogs could make.  He then shoved the dog off and stood.  But the dog was still alive.  Barely.  And with all it had it jumped at Kiran again and sank its canines into Kiran’s neck.

            He cried out in pain and fell back against the wall, then slowly sunk to the floor.  The dog let go and crashed to the ground where it lay lifelessly.  Kiran wrapped his hand around his bleeding neck and forced himself to his feet.  He swung the door open and ran from the house.

            Blood flowed freely between his fingers and he stumbled, then crashed onto the lawn.  He shut his eyes tightly in pain and laid there for a minute.  He had to get back to her.  She would save him.  He knew she would.  He had done what she asked.

            He slowly got to his feet and limped to his car.  He got in and slammed the door shut, then started it with some difficulty.  With a soft whimper he pressed down on the gas.  The car shot forward and Kiran gripped the steering wheel in his right hand, his left hand still over the deep gash in his neck.

            Already he was beginning to feel dizzy and his vision blurred for a good few moments before returning to normal. 

            “Ravaa,” he cried softly and shut his eyes, then opened them again as he turned a corner.  “You did not tell me about the dog.”

            He pressed down on the gas again and his car went faster.  The warm blood was soaking into his black shirt and running down his chest.  He shuddered as he could feel it.

            He didn’t want to die now.  He couldn’t die.

            A dark light surrounded him and the car and then everything was gone and the street was empty again. 

            When the light faded, Kiran saw that he was back in his homeland.  The grass was an emerald green and grew thickly over the rolling hills.  And then he saw her.  He opened the door to his car and fell out of it.

            The woman walked over to him, her dark eyes cold.  “You did your job.”

            “You did not tell me they had a dog,” he whimpered and tried to push himself up. 

            “It must have slipped my mind.”

            “Ravaa, please help me.”

            “You have served me and done what you were trained to.  Just like a good little pet.  An obedient pet.  A dog.”

            Kiran’s eyes widened as he stared up at her.  “I-”

            “Goodbye, Kiran.”

            She turned and left, disappearing behind a hill.  Kiran watched her go and stared in horror to where she had gone.  She had left him to die.  He had done everything she asked and now she had abandoned him.  He had saved her by murdering that entire family.  And this was how she repaid him after over a thousand years.

            He forced himself to his feet, still clutching at his bleeding wound.  The beautiful murderer managed to make it three steps before he fell again.

            And this time he stayed where he was.