Chapter 3: 03. The Turmoil.
My head throbs painfully, I moan as I sit up, a shot of pain shoots up my leg. Ouch, must've broken that one.
Dark trees and air that screams of evil, leaves rustling as if laughing at my cowardness.
Wherever whoever tried to get me in, I will survive. Don't believe it? Oh, watch me.
Of course, I might need a teeny-tiny help here. Just maybe, someone, a hunter or something will help me?
"Hello?"
"What is a little baby like you doing here?" Bushes groan as a man steps up behind me, holding a bow and a quiver of arrows.
"I got lost." I pull up a lie nonchalantly, looking at him wistfully, maybe he can help me.
Dude, I am only four, but there are only so much I can handle, and probably not in here... I shiver as another chill wind kisses my skin, my dress is tattered somehow, tumbling down the mountain, maybe.
"Oh, come on, let uncle give you a cloak," he smiles, unbuttoning his clothes.
Wow, he is a good man, there might be some good among the dirty after all.
I scoot closer.
Next second, I am on the grass, the 'uncle''s bulky frame weighs down on me, oblivious to what he might be doing next, but my instinct punches me in my brain for me to run.
He strokes my exposed skin, "That's some nice skin you have, though with demon eyes. Why don't you let 'uncle' be satisfied, while uncle provides you with a shelter?" He caresses my violet eyes and kisses my neck.
Demon eyes.
I can feel my hair roots changing to from their normal black to silver. A tingling sensation rushes through the roots and my veins.
Goosebumps stand at their ends, screaming for me to attack his balls. I struggle and kick around, but, he is too strong. His hefty biceps and legs push my limbs to the grass, disabling me to move or whatnot.
Am I, going to end like this? I stare right into the dark sky as he rips one after another layer of my already ripped clothes.
Of course not, Ruthless Lasombra has to live.
I have to breathe the air, no matter how sinister it is.
I welcome him on my skin, swallowing the bile surfacing, my hands, grasping an arrow, and circle behind his neck.
"Pssh!"
The man glares right at me, his eyes of disbelief and shock, and other emotions, well I don't really give a shit about how he feels right now.
I push in the arrow deeper, making sure he is fully dead, I dress in his clothes and pick up his arrows and bow. My stomach rumble, realising how hungry I am. Looking down at the man and the coppery lovely smell. I make a choice.
It is a disgusting choice, but what else can I do?
I will do anything, to live, I want to live.
Demon.
Demon.
Demon.
Maybe I am one after all.
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