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angst. once. again.*cough*
Deh piu a me non v'ascondete
Run.. run..run. Just keep running- don't look back, or they'll get you.
Faster. Faster.
I can hear their screaming! They're coming for me..
I don't want to die!
No!
Run.. Run.. Run..
Echoes of 'Demon child!' and 'fiend' still ring in his ears, and his face became worn with time- an usual characteristic for the undead.
Keep going... Don't look down, or you'll trip.
I can hear. I can sense them.. They're catching up!
A terrified pace, and a village chasing after him, screaming for vengeance and his blood on the ground-
But I'm innocent!
You want to shout it out, but there's no point- where's the sense of thinking that your life's a stage, when there is no audience?
"Boo." A voice shakes him out of his reverie, and he opens his eyes, noticing that his skinny arms were wrapped around his equally thin legs..
Like a lost child.
"Are you lost, boy? Why do you have such fearful eyes?"
A voice like silk, deadly like an adder.. In his ears once again.
"Talk to me." A command, an imperious statement, and what else can he do but comply?
"...Muraki.." his voice manages out, and nothing else.
"What? Is that all? I'm disappointed, pet."
Flinch.
"That's what you are, aren't you? My pet, and nothing else. Nothing more to me than an insignificant pet."
Nonononono..
Running.. Running.. Running again.
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