KIKORU YAMADA
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The anguish on their faces proves that they are like those who are so quick to rise in anger then think about the consequences later. The ropes that hold me in captive aren't easy to break with the current me but I can break them if I lose control to the killer instincts.
Killer instincts is the only gift I was born with and in a way I can call it my fisirst family. The killer instincts once activated erases all the pain you will feel in battle and grants you incredible power, speed and perception radius. The activation blocks all the nerve impulses leaving me with only the thrill of a true killer.
There is a sudden sound of mournful shrieks outside the apartment the other guys outside seem to be facing an incredible opponent, upon the confrontation I can feel their presence erasing itself. This isn't something that even their death can do. Whoever is outside the apartment isn't a joke I can't feel his or presence but there is some sort of pressure pressing down us
Even the guy hiding in the shadows can't hide his nervousness though he is hidden I can feel it. The guys who were in deep rage a few seconds ago can't move a muscle.
The door creaks slightly and an icy gust of wind burst through the small opening causing all of us to shiver. It is at this moment that the guy lurking in the shadows comes out from hiding. His face shows an expression of bravery but the beads of sweat on his face betrays him.
"Pitiful",
A voice filled with absolute disgust pierces the intense silence in the room sending a cold shiver down our spines.
"Pitiful disgusting humans!!",
A high pitched irritating laughter almost shatter my eardrums.
*Boom *Crack
The door opens fully before shattering into a thousand shards of ice. The person's control of ice is almost godlike. A shadowy figure enters...I see the form of a woman. Her skin looks silky and is as white as snow. Her hair covers her entire face. She wears a flawless blue kimono.
The pressure exuding from her figure is frightening enough for me to think before I take each breath.
Her reddish pale colored lips form a menacing smile as her levitating body finally touched the floor, in that instant the entire room froze. The floor I can see are now shiny like diamonds the walls too, even the windows too.
"It's been thousands of years since I found someone with the same soul like me",
She points a finger in my way, her long claw like finger nails sends even more fear into the guys. Strangely enough for me I don't feel fear rising inside me, no, instead I feel an urge to charge in straight at her. The killer instincts seemingly wanting to take over as a red cloak like aura engulfs me. The rope is has already been incinerated by the cloak.
"Interesting indeed",
The ice lady smirks even more as she waves her hand.
* Shink
A silver looking blade passing by my sight and kills the everyone inside with the exception of the two of us.
The guy who I thought would be challenging to fight is slain with just a wave of the hand. Their blood splatters in every direction but not even a single drop land on the killer.
Her manner in walking, releasing her pressure and even in murder is simply elegant. A blue cloak similar to mine forms around her.
"I like the fear in your eyes",
She said as she sped straight in my way, her speed is too fast for me to react as she delivers a vicious palm strike to my chest.
*Bang!
I am blown away through the wall, her physical strength alone is terrifying enough to send me outside the building then making crash into another building.
My spinal cord is broken from the impact with the new building and so are my ribs, a hole too has been torn through my chest causing my heart to explode.
But still...
Still...
"Indeed you are like me",
I hear a voice from a couple of miles away. But even her frightening presence isn't the biggest thing on my mind.
The question still remains, I am still alive even with a blown heart.