Hungry Little Human

We can plot

We can be friends

An iron-tang scent of blood tainted the winter-clean air, wafted on the crisp night breeze as she rushed her step, walking beneath the faint glow of streetlights; her heels clicked against the crisp pavement, suddenly there’s a CHILL, the wind changes & she hears voices coming from an alley,

           ——❝ put your hands where i can see them!  ❞

Bright cerulean orbs grow wide as she watches from behind a wall, hand lingering upon a loose cane etched into the old brick wall, she sees a mass of tangled raven hair lay pooled in a crimson puddle, a man in uniform and a girl dripping with fresh blood, it was all too familiar— there’s a knot in her throat, head shaking in utter despair.

                                       those memories needed to go away.                                               they needed to GO AWAY.

& so gripping tightly onto the metal bar, she swings it with all strength one could muster and heard a loud click, only to watch his body collapse against the cold floor, a breath caught in her throat, pools of trembling azure slowly drift back to the girl, still in awe.

Of course there had to be blood on her shirt. Other humans were such messy creatures and their blood laboured everywhere. As the officer came towards her and yelled, Nanette's eyes darted in thought, trying to think of an escape. It had been a long time since she had been caught. At his request, a smirk soon flittered across her lips and she showed him her bloody hands. The dagger slipped purposefully from her fingers and she lifted her stained hand to her lips.

       "Whoopsie daisy."

The innocent eyed girl bent down to retrieve it, causing the officer to step closer and he went to put his foot on the knife. She bared her handmade fangs at him. Until suddenly he was out cold. Picking her knife up, the cannibal tilted her head like a confused puppy, her eyes staring at the body. Poked it with her foot. And then there was a voice.

              "Hey..."

Was her soft reply, eyes lifting to the speaker. With delibrate blinks, Nanette paused in her thought to assess the situation. The person seemed familiar in her mind, but pooled with her fresh kill lying behind her and a sudden officer, her mind was not at its peak. However, her defense was at its highest.

MAYBE WE'RE GOOD AT BEING BAD.

            Have you ever wondered who are people passing you on the streets? Sitting at another table in coffee shop? They’re just ordinary people. Working, breathing the air that you breath. But there are also THEY. The bad people. Criminals. Killers for hire. Professional thieves. Waiting for you to fall asleep or hunt you down. WATCH YOUR BACK. You don’t know who’s watching YOU. There are no rules. Not for them. Because they’re willing to break every single one.

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