FATE ETCHED ON THIS CRIMSON SKY

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"Kagome, Kagome, crouch little bird inside your cage. When, oh, when, will he get out? Up before the light of dawn. Crane and turtle slipped and fell, who is behind you, can you tell?"

[/i] Whispered out, barely laced with that of song as the lips that bore the rhyme, danced across the heated skin of a males neck. Of course, looking upon it from a standstill point of view, any bystander would assume to linger by, not to 'interrupt' the seductive play. Except, other than the girls tauntful murmurs, the brute seemed less than content. Infact, with all things taken into consideration, the boy was biting his lower lip harshly, almost what seemed to be intent on breaking skin. Distraction perhaps? Though the scene at hand, was a sight which tempted the fates of both parties. The male was sitting down, a bloodstained cloth tied around his eyes to hinder his gaze, hands bound together by wire. The femme on the other hand, was free and about to move wherever she desired, and at the moment that area was standing directly at the boys back, hunched over so that her mouth could reach the nape of his neck.

"What do you want me to fucking say?!" Suddenly lashed out, voice cracking as he swore, though it was undeniable that his body shuddered in contrast to her lips against his throat. An impish smirk tore past the angelic facade at the question, almost as if expecting such. In a single fluent motion, the lavender haired girl straightened her back, clicking her tongue impatiently. "Simple. The rhyme is that of child's play, to make an explanation shorter. Guess my name, i'm the one that killed the crane and turtle, the backstabber at night, if by some chance, the name you speak suites my fancy, i'll let you go with a fair warning. If not, well, in some versions of this game, the one who is behind the prey gets to choose what body part they want. I already know my aim." Leaning back over to place her chin over the mans head, and raising her hands to gently caress over where his optics are, her own sapphire irises reflected her own morbid desire on the whole subject. Different outcomes could occur, and the one that sang that sweetest of lullabies happened to ironically, have the most unforgivable sin.

The man under her hold hesitated before answering in haste, "Amy, Brittany, Ashley, Rebecca, Elizabeth," Trailing off in random girl names, Nyght snickered, running a hand throughout her hair while studying the event. "First off, please refrain from naming off every name you can possible think of, I assure you, it'll more than likely be wrong. Second, I take this as my turn," Purred out in excitement, Nyght tugged at the knot in the cloth, allowing the blindfold to fall to the mans' shoulders. It was obvious at this time, the boy had suffered from momentary relapse, due to the tears that stung his eyes.

"Now, be still, I want a good look at your face," Stating with a stoic stare, Nyght ambled to bare her appearance to the man, crouching to meet him eye to eye. Her structure was solid, unmoved by his widened pupils, though her own narrowed into serpent like slits to show her disappointment. "I feel concerned, your face, your body, your being in general is twisted. I fear that anything you touch, may become that way as well," Flashing an encouraging smile to him, with a slight cock of the head in an childish manner, almost as if she willed his own relaxation, the words that broke from her parted lips seemed to taunt his weakened soul. "I feel generous today, let me help you relieve all of that stress that has you coiled up." Brushing a finger under his bloodshot eyes, she aided in the removal of his tears, before allowing her body to mimic Adonis. Frozen in one stance. Eyes morphing from the angelic color of sapphire, to a darkened shade of navy blue. "I've mentioned i'm in a generous set of mind today, i'll give you a couple of seconds to get away, hide behind a machine, run, scream for all I care, but remember, time is a precious thing, don't waste it."

Ducking her head downwards, closing her eyes, Nyght tapped the floor in a different mindset. Calculating the sound of the chair falling in the mans' dash to safety, where each vibration originated from as he stomped. "Five," Hand moved to graze her pocket. "Four," Something was grasped. "Three," Tenderly drawn from its original position. "Two," The metallic glint of silver. "One," Weighing it in her hand to gain the weight for further use. "Little Canary, do you think it's possible to fly, when a dagger pierces those wings of yours?" Calling out so that her voice projected the walls of the run down arcade, Nyght was comfortable with the current scenario. Zombies now tended to avoid the arcade, making it an official safe spot. More time to play.

Footsteps were graceful, so that they would deny the urge to scuff the ground, focusing on the sound of heavy breathing. "Writing with the Raven's feather, plucking it from the whole was easy enough~" Cooing so that her voice masked the sound of her search for the male, Nyght played on the words, hidden meaning beneath each line, hinting to her morbid desire for the males death. "It's cries were muted with the screams, of Angel doves stained in blood," Nearing an old run-down game area, Nyght could see the clear dark tinge of a shadow created by her prey. "Purest of wings were tainted black, its hollow bones, shattered and cracked." Allowing her voice to gradually tone lower, the girl twirled the dagger between her fingers, an incurable itch yelling at her mind, swearing at her to make this wrong right. Though, with the state of mind she was currently in, the only salvation for this sin, was following through. "Once a praised creature, now the kin of sin, it's crimson liquid drained from the core within." Suddenly gripping the end of the blade firmly, the girl lurched forward twisting her body so that she could grab ahold of the mans' leg. As he moved to squirm away, Nyght allowed him that much, though, to insure his own escape wasn't an issue, the blade in her hand was thrust forward to stab into the back of his heels. Breaking through the skin and barely grazing the bone as the blood quickly began to fall. "Placed in a vile to be transferred to skin, writing with the raven's feather."

Game over. He lost. "I gave you a chance, it was you're decision to cower, not mine. You practically asked for this, so in return, i'll bend that twisted body of yours back into something beautiful. The perfect masterpiece." The man was only concerned about his heels, hysteric cries echoing from his throat as he helplessly held onto his ankles with trembling grasps. "Stop it, it barely hurts. I was forced to do that by my lack of trust in you, learn something from this," Her words were hissed out lowly, dripping with venom at the way they cut at his sanity. Reaching down to grab his lower leg, while the other hand retrieved her dirtied dagger, Nyght paused to nip down on the blade, holding it in her mouth before tugging the body back to where he originally sat. In the chair.

Examining him, the girl gave an sin worthy grin before gripping his neck and pulling his body to a upright position. "Stand still, now, that certainly won't do, don't scowl. Smile, i'm going out of my way to fix your imperfections." The man forced his sobs to remain on deaf ears, as Nyght took her dagger once more. "I'll fix that face first. Open." Tapping his chin, Nyght bore her canine fangs in frustration when he refused, gaining her own momentary rush of violence. Grasping his cheeks, the girl held his head in place, while taking the dagger and wedging it through the teeth, than began tilting the metal upwards to pry his jaws open. Yet, before he could even mutter a single word, Nyght withdrew her arm with as much force as she could muster, shifting the dagger so that it would begin at the corner of his lips, and jaggedly leave an open wound from his lips to his ear. The newly deformed facial feature bled, and dangled with it's lack of tension.

Humming to herself keeping the stoic expression, Nyght heard the scream come from the man, and watched gleefully as the tear she had made, tore open as he tried to open his mouth beyond the limitations. "Be careful, you'll bleed out," Spiteful words for the already deadened mind. "Now for the left side." Repeating her past actions, Nyght took a step back to watch her artwork unfold. "Much better, it's showing a great smile." Marveling at him, Nyght could hear his constant screams crying out. "Be quiet, you'll draw even a zombie into the safe zone." Snapping now fully entertained, Nyght reaching into her side pocket at her jeans, and pulled out a razor, while taking her other hand and feeling around his neck. For any major arteries and the likes, avoiding his adams-apple, Nyght carefully held him still while taking the razor and slicing a slit in the skin, smirking at the view. Before making a few more minor incisions, before reaching her destination, the vocal-box. "This should mute that loud bark of yours," The razor carefully skimmed, and just like that. The man was at a loss of his voice, stolen, and as the blood gushed out in wave-like manners, Nyght only moved out of the way of the current flow, flicked a lighter alive, and watched the flames licked at his skin, burning the wound back together.

He'd be fine for a little while now. But Nyght on the otherhand, only continued to smirk like a child in a candyshop.[/size][/center][/blockquote]