I am Death {open}

[Lucy]

Days passed by with greater ease, one day it would be Monday, then the next Thursday, time seemed to have sped up without me knowing it. Day after day I wandered, going to places I never usually go to, lost in a stupor world of my own. Every week I had been growing increasingly angered, frustrated, alone. These emotions would manifest deeper, more holding of my brain and body that I was unable to let go of those emotions. Living in the world was harder than before, I mean, before I was murderous, but now everyone I saw I wanted to rip their heads off and make them bleed. Having not seen any of the usual people I normally saw, life was getting dull, and my mind was just spinning in the same damn circle again and again, without break, without pause. It was becoming boring, and all that negative emotions just exploded my mind to new heights, new homicidal tendencies, nothing could make me feel better. Nothing. Except.

Once leaving New York, I headed to Los Angeles, someplace different, somewhere I could really cut loose and kill without hurting my friends. Dressed in nothing but shorts and a tee-shirt, nothing too fancy because they were going to get bloody, I headed down one of the streets, first thoughts were to go to a zoo. At least see some peaceful things before I mass murdered. Reaching one zoo, I pushed my way inside, kicking the guard hard in the gut, enough for him to double over in pain as my eyes narrowed coldly, glancing around the zoo as if challenging people to stop me. They could try, chances are, they would be slaughtered like sheep in the process. I was unstoppable, I would be when I started. Even people in armor wouldn't be impervious to my violent vectors. I could kill everyone in the zoo and be done with it. Though the animals would remain unharmed, they didn't deserve to be ripped and shredded into bloody piles of meat. "Who let the freak out?" A girl snickered, making me glanced upwards and pull my head from my thoughts, a sneer littered my face.

The girl was brown haired and obviously those popular school girls. Dressed smartly, her friends stood around her, looking dull in comparison. Her head was held high and regal, like the leader, everything about her screamed that she was the dominant one. Not for long. "Watch what you say, it may be the last." My steps began again, moving around them in an arc before she pushed into me, her hands shoved against my side as I stumbled, twisting my body around so I didn't fall hard onto the concrete. Her friends laughed, I didn't. Was I ashamed? Nope. Murderous? Oh yes. No one touched me and got away with it. "You were warned." She began to go on about some shit before my vector shot out, ripping her right hand from her body, blood sprayed on the ground and all over us. My shirt was now covered in droplets from the spray, her screams alerted adults to the scene, watching in horror as she waved her stump all around, more blood streamed from the wound.

Hands pushed at the ground, pushing myself up as I stood, pink hair covered half of my face, body slightly hunkered over as I growled, ready for a fight. Thats when I felt the shadow. "Lucy! I've been looking for you." What the fuck? Turning my head, I saw a mutant, who reeked of being familiar. She jumped down, leaving others to escort one-hand away to safety. "You took my prey. Now you are next." My vectors reshot out, hitting nothing as she became invisible. "Fuck." I screamed, eyes dark to the point where emotions was non-detectable. Running, I dived, feeling a hand grabbing my own hand, swinging me around into a cage. The bars dug into my back, gritting my teeth, I changed my tactics. Instead of attacking her, I would kill everyone else. That may make her face me head on. Grabbing the cold bars, I swung myself up to the rooftops, standing over everyone with the coldest, and cruelest smile I could muster. "Leave now, or die."

Some thought it was a joke, until the blood bath and screams started. Limbs were torn, blood sprayed everywhere, the calling of animals enhanced into the air. Invisible girl happened to stumble in the path and was ripped into shreds, body visible and laying in pieces. Everything that happened, from childhood to now, welled up inside like a giant evil bubble that killed all the good stuff and replaced it with something awful. Emotions spun wildly out of control, eventually, I lost control. In a world of blood, violence and gore, I began to lose myself in the violence. Each person that came into view was killed, screams and cries filled my ears with a sort of giddy pleasure. It was payback time on the world.

[Dante]

I may be a cold-blooded mercenary, but there are a few people in this world who see an entirely different side of me. These are the people I care about most. My sister, Pyretta; my best mate, Astear; and another long-time friend, Lucy. Lucy and I shared a special connection. We didn't mind killing. Sometimes, it had to be done. Some people deserved it. After coming back from Peru, and a healthy dose of bloodlust, I'd met up with my friends in New York, but shortly after, Lucy bolted. I knew something was up. Her emotional state was erratic at the best of times, and having her disappear worried me. At least she's easy to track, for my anyhow. I trailed her to LA, it seemed she just needed a break, some place new and refreshing. I can relate. I watched Lucy head for the zoo and decided to take a walk myself, lest she figure out I'm following her. I didn't think she'd do anything even if she knew, but I wasn't taking that chance when she could easily sever my limbs with her vectors. I'd stopped at some little cafe and ordered an espresso. It was nice in sunny LA, so I took my drink outside and leaned against a post while I savored the bitter coffee. My eyes again and again turned toward the zoo, and when the screaming started, I knew Lucy'd lost it. I could calm her down, it had worked before. But I'd always known there would be some point in time that she would go off the deep end, and I might not be able to bring her back. She'd have to come back on her own. I could only be there for her through it all. Hey, it's what friends do, right?

I downed my drink, tossed the cup behind me and started running. A single leap took me over the gated entrance. Another, with the help of the wind, boosted me to the rooftop of the closest habitat. Figures I'd land on a monkey exhibit. They screamed up at me. "Sorry guys, I'll bring bananas next time." I jogged over the rails, hopped the break over to the next cage, and saw security officials creeping around a couple of the other habitats. They were trying to circle Lucy, pen her in and probably shoot her down. Each one of them had guns drawn. She'd done plenty of damage already, so it was easy to see why they were upset. The real problem was that Lucy was upset, hence the bloodbath below. Even at her worst, her most murderous, she never harmed an animal. Any questions of that could be answered just by looking around. The animals were spooked, but they were unharmed. Only people suffered at her hands...or rather, her vectors from the looks of things. Before I could approach Lucy and see what had tripped her trigger, I had to take out the guys down below. If they got a clear shot at Lucy, all hell would break loose before she died. I wasn't going to let that happen. Well, the part about Lucy dying that is. Raising all little hell, or a lot, never bothered me much. Actually, I found it quite entertaining. Nothing gets the blood pumping like a kill.

I pulled my modified shotgun from it's holster on my back. Going down on one knee, I sited the closest guard to Lucy's position, and blew his head off. I heard a yell from behind and below me. "Shots fired, man down!" They took cover, so I jumped down and crept around the cage. A glance around the corner showed two more guards hunkered down, trying for cover. From this angle, I had a clear shot. But if I shot one, the other would run. Time for something a little more up close and personal. I slid the gun back in its holster and drew my broadsword. The near silent twang of the metal being released from it's sheath was invigorating. I back tracked, going back around the cage to come at them from the other side. They were hiding behind a display, and with one quite swing, bringing the sword up and back, then down and across at a smooth arc, I severed the sign, and both their heads.

Lucy was a few feet away, on top of another habitat. I switched out my weapons again and made a path straight for her, shooting anything that got in my way, so long as it wasn't furry or four legged. Coming to the habitat next to the one Lucy was on, I hauled ass, scaling up it's side. Two more guards had slapped a ladder up on the cage Lucy stood upon, one creeping his way up now, almost to the top. I jumped across the opening and landed hard on the cage. A single shot, ringing loud and clear blew the man that was creeping up on Lucy away. I stepped over and kicked the ladder down, toppling both it, and the second guard that was half way up by now. I emptied the spent shells from my shotgun and reloaded with quick, efficient moves, then holstered it once more before addressing the volitile Lucy. "Hey there Luc, having a bad day?" I grinned at her, and hoped those weren't going to be my last words.

[Lucy]

My killing had alerted the security guards which came out in force. I was pretty sure that S.W.A.T would be called if I wasn't lucky, and there was no way I would be able to continue killing if that happened. I was still human, and using my ability for too long could deplete my energy and leave me weak. Not something I wanted. Turning my attention to one of the guys that had tried creeping up, I tore his head off, vectors held onto his hair and dangling it like a trophy. "You cannot win!" I called, dropping the head like a stone, hitting the ground with a thud before it rolled a little, coming to a stand still. I saw another guard begin to throw up at the carnage, chuckling to myself. "Weak, your all WEAK." Yes, I was a little crazy, but all the hurt, agony and all those other nifty emotions we feel was still invading my body like a tidal wave, hanging onto every nerve in my body and making me a prisoner to it all. And I hated it.

Shadows flicked in the corner of my eyes, sirens blared upon the air as more cries and screams lingered, more quieter than before as people were slowly dying without their limbs and loss of blood. I heard nothing, tuned out my ears to voices as I immersed myself in total violence, enjoying as blood sprayed on walls, trickled in rivers upon the concrete, even soaking into the grass as if the grass was eager to drink their blood. I was a machine, nothing could stop as my vectors shot out, taking away peoples lives in the most horrible way possible. Some of the force was so bad that blood had managed to come up and spray me, my shirt was now more bloodied than when I was on the ground, skin had droplets, and when I rubbed my cheek, I ended up smearing blood. Wincing slightly, I turned my attention onto those left alive, lips parted into a sadistic smile. They would all pay. Letting loose a scream of anger and violence, I struck again and again, more faster, but you know, the place was running out of bodies. There were people who had escaped before the bloodshed.

Hearing gunshots, a snarl tore from my throat, eyes cold and calculating my next moves. Another volley of shots rang out, and ready to hurt whoever was using a gun, I heard a voice that made my body freeze. He was grinning, and for a moment, I didn't realize who it was, my vectors breezed past, inches away from his body before I pulled back, using all my force not to continue on with the attack. Eyes focused again, blinking twice the normal speed, heart hammered as I thought about how close my vectors came to shredding my best mate and the only guy I ever felt truly in love with. "Dante." Voice raspy, I stepped closer, almost dancing upon my toes. "Please don't do that. I nearly turned you into mince meat." Resting my head on his chest, I ignored everyone else except for Dante, giving him a soft hug as I just stood there. "I'm having more than a bad day Dante. I don't know how to handle it except for killing, hence all the blood and bodies." Dante was here, things would be okay. Right?

[Spirit]

I love to travel and today I decided LA would be the best place to explore. As I walked down the street attracting stares from people walking past me, I heard a lot of screaming coming from a nearby zoo and decided to check it out. When I walked in through the front gate, what I saw nearly made me pass out. There were bodies everywhere. I knew I had to do something other than stand there with my mouth hanging open. I quickly transformed into a lynx and started clearing up the blood. I totally ignored eveyone around me, including two people nearby who appeared to be hugging.

[Dante]

An eerie wind breezed past on either side of me as Lucy's vectors reached out. Oh shit, here it comes, I'm a dead man. I didn't flinch, if I was going to die, damn it, I was going to stand tall. Sucks though, to have your end come by the hand (or vector) of a friend. Lucy might not be able to live with herself if she killed me, and that hurt more than anything else. I smiled to her, and breathed a sigh of relief when I felt her regain some control and pull her deadly, invisible vectors back. Maybe I wasn't going to die today after all. "Sorry, Lucy. Didn't mean to sneak up on ya, or sign my own death warrant." I smirked. "At least I'd leave a good looking corpse." I joked.

I was suddenly struck dumb, as her head rested on my chest and her arms wound around me. It felt as if all the air had left my lungs for a moment. My arms responded even though my mind was blank, twining around her and holding her close. My brain started functioning again, now that the blood in my body had reversed directions and traveled back up. I planted a kiss on the top of her pink little head. "It's okay Lucy. We all have days like that." Maybe not to the same extent, but who's arguing? "We'll take care of it. We'll clean up, get you safe and cleaned up too. Everything's gonna be okay." If only I could hold her like this always. Yeah, I had a thing for little Lucy, but if I wanted to keep my head on my shoulders, I'd stay quiet about it and keep my wandering hands to myself. Unless, of course, she came to me, like now. These moments, as few as they were, made my fucking day.

A snuffling, lapping sound broke me from the reverie. Within seconds I'd pulled my gun, Lucy still tucked under one arm and peered over the edge of the habitat we stood on. A lynx was in my sights, the gun aimed cleanly at it's head. I quickly raised the gun, spun it in my hand and replaced it in it's holster. "Nothing to worry about, just a lynx helping with the clean up." I raised an eyebrow, realizing none of the cages had been opened, and yet there stood a lynx, lapping up the blood Lucy and I had spilled. Keeping Lucy close I summoned a wind that lifted us up in it's current and lowered us to the ground below. As long as she'd let me touch her, I wasn't letting her go. I kept my left arm securely around her waist. We were about 10 feet from the lynx. "Be still Luc, I don't think it's a foe we find here." I gave the lynx a mock salute. "Hey there, kitten. Don't suppose you'd like to tell us your name? I'm Dante, and this little darling here is Lucy." I smiled to the animal that was more than an animal and hoped that at least for today, we were done with murder. Enough blood had been shed.

[Spirit]

I was startled when Dante pulled out his gun and pointed it at me. Thankfully, he didn't fire. Instead, he gave me a weird salute. I returned it by raising my paw and replied telepathically, " I'm not a kitten. Call me that again, my claws and your ass will have words. I'm Spirit Wildfang. Nice to meet you both," before attempting to smile back at Dante, lynx style.