Aruna
I stared at the bloody puddle beneath me. My body was so damn sore. My hair clung to my face, some strands even irritating my eye. Not only that, but it was also matted in my blood. And I'm still trapped here. I guess at some point my body itself shut down. If it would just listen to me though... I'd be free. Yoku would be dead. But no matter how hard I tried to move I couldn't. My legs were numb. My arms were numb. My soul was infuriated by rage. Move dammit! That bastard is still breathing! The only response my body made to my convictions was to continue bleeding. As if in defiance my wounds opened again. There would be no chance for revenge after all. I was going to be Yoku's puppet. Closing my eyes, my body finally moved. But only to shudder as tears fell down my face, washing away some of the blood. MikoWhat the hell was that? There was some kind of presence out there. I felt it. I felt it watching us.