Blood. Death. Life. Light. Darkness. Kill.

Gray. Red. Rose. Thorn. Pain. Blood. Kill.

Snow. Cold. Hot. fire. Burn. Scar. Kill.

Razor. Blade. Knife. Cut. Slash. Bleed. Die.

Kill.

Lighting flashed before his eyes.

Ultra violet streaks across a black canvas.

His black hair reflected the strobes, an eery glow falling upon his fierce features.

There was noise behind him, music, but it didn't matter, he wasn't listening,

and every few moments thunder would crash and drown it out.

Behind him the dark leaves of the forest canopy rustled in the rough wind.

HIs soft magma shaded eyes closed softly, draining everything out except the cold sting

of the December rain and the crash of the thunder over head.

The wind moved through him and he tilted his head back, a soft moan escaping his lips.

He heard the whisper pf the forest, the leaves and the grass rubbing against each other and animals running for shelter

from the on coming storm.

Somewhere behind him the lightning struck, leaving a black burn mark of the cold frost bitten ground.

"Closer..." he murmured, his voice as soft as snow.

Rain started to fall, pricking his skin, hundreds on tiny hypodermic needles burrowing into him.

A chill ran up his spine, the water soaking into his clothes and onto his skin.

Again, the lightning struck, this time a tree behind him, instantly the wet, dark bark erupted into flames.

He laughed. It sounded menaceful, but yet soft at the same time, and for a moment

it was the only sound except the crackling of the fiery bark.

HIs eyes opened and gazed upon the fire.

The orange color reflected into his eyes, making them seem more vibrant and bright.

Black strands of his onyx hair framed his face, wet from the rain.

He tilted his head back again, looking up at the ink black sky.

Thunder rumbled above him like a drum.

He extended his left hand out to the side, shaking slightly.

A long breathe escaped his lips as he felt the energy from the gathering lightning.

The crackling thunder started again and he closed his eyes.

It came down, the lavender electricity striking his out stretched hand.

His eyes clenched tight as he felt the electricity coursing through his veins, his heart.

Everything stopped, his eyes were open but everything was white, then black.

He felt his body fall to the ground, pain erupting all though him.

Every inch of him tingeled, Every inch of him burned.
Then it all eneded, the pain, the burning, everything. Everything just...ended.

Pain. Kill. Death. Hate.

Phoenix.