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Niac's mind was blank as he stares out the window of his apartment and into the twilight sky that danced with vibrant colors just outside his window. A menagerie of purples, oranges, reds and blues drifted between the wispy clouds in a timeless and relaxing way. Soon the fireflies would be out, along with the lovers that so adored to watch the insects with wonder filled gazes. A cool breeze slipped through the small space of the window, carrying with it the promise of cool weather in the future. The movement rustled the boy's golden locks as if it was a friend, but he did not stir from the static position he had been in for hours. Back against the wall as he sat, eyes flicking between all the doors and windows as if he was expecting someone to burst through at any moment and lunge for his throat. If they did, his muscles were bunched and ready to pounce, as they had been for hours. The ghoul was clearly on edge despite the late summer atmosphere being so tranquil.
His thin lips parted with a soft pop! and he released a breath that he hadn't been aware that he had been holding. The pounding of his heart in his chest seemed to fill the entire room as he became painfully conscious of the dryness in his mouth and just how weak his entire being felt. His fingers grasped the air and curled into a tight fist in a weak attempt to relieve the sudden stress. His knees tucked further into his chest so that the rough cloth of his trousers brushed his chin. Hazel eyes turned to the small backpack that rested on the foot of his bed. White and red porcelain ears poked out of the top, beckoning him silently to come closer. This tongue ran over his teeth and his long, weathered fingers twitched slightly as anxiety and frustration racked his body. He didn't want to give in to his temptation; last time had been...less than graceful.
A dull stab in his gut made him bite his lip a little too hard and draw blood where his canines sunk into the thin flesh. Fat droplets of blood fell onto the baby blue material of his shirt and absorbed into the cloth in seconds. However, the warmth against his pale skin was enough to send him into a frenzy. Niac leaned forward and put his weight onto all four of his limbs before reaching to the backpack and pulling out object inside. A face of a sly, fox-like creature stared back at him, its mouth drawn up into a sly and mocking grin and its eyes narrowed almost as if it was pleased how easily it had influenced its owner. Niac's trembling grip on it made the small golden bells chime like tiny giggles coming from the creature in his hands. The red ribbons caressed the skin on his wrists, reassuring him that his desire to feed was right, that what he was about to was justified and fair.
With a deep breath, the boy shoved his mask back inside of his bag and sipped it safely inside of it, where no one could see it. He crawled off of his bed and tumbled onto the wooden floor. His ribs collided with the hard, unforgiving surface. He could have sworn there was a crack, but the stabbing in his stomach was the only pain he was concerned with. The rumbling and snarling hunger that gripped his insides with frosty, sharp claws was the only thing on his mind. Niac slowly rose up off the floor, his fingers slowly dragging across the glossy wood surface as if he was hoping something would come stop him. He knew that the decision was final: some were to have a nasty end tonight.
He hobbled his way to the door, his fingers ghosting across the keys that were clipped onto the belt loop of his pants. The five keys jingled together with a pleasant chime before he managed to find the one that belonged to his apartment. The click clack of the lock assured him that the door was securely held, but just in case...He grabbed the knob of the door and wiggled it as if to open the door. It remained firmly in place and he turned away and gradually staggered down the hall with a cumbersome gait until he reached the elevator. One quivering finger pressed the smooth plastic of the button. It lit up with a white fluorescent light and dinged in response as his chariot arrived for him, the golden doors parting to make way for the boy. He hobbled in and pressed his aching back to the cool, metal lattice interior of the wall after selecting the bottom floor. Niac sucked in a deep breath, the air around him only intensifying his hunger.
So many humans had passed through this one little room so many times that their scent still lingered. The woman on floor and apartment 206…she smelled of flowers, specifically the gardenias she often brought up. That wasn’t her only scent though, she also smelled like warm cloves and cinnamon. The older woman that lived with her son on floor 5 had been here recently too. She smelled like the cookies she baked all the time, while her son smelled like cooking oil and warm grease that came from the food he cooked in his restaurant. The occasional cup of hard liquor mingled in with his scent too. A young woman and her two children that lived just two doors down from the ghoul had been there too. The little boy smelled like artificial fruit, like in the chewy gummy snacks he always had, and his sister…She was barely 8 months old. She smelled like milk and faintly of the lavender smell that her mother smelled like…She had exited the elevator and gotten to the safety of her apartment just as Niac exited his apartment. She had surely dodged a bullet; the ghoul was sure that he wouldn’t be able to contain himself long enough to get to the destination in mind.
Niac hadn’t even realized his eyes had fluttered shut as he got lost in his nearly orgasmic thoughts. The cheerful ding of the elevator brought him to his senses and he straightened up and exited, his steps now more even and quick. The middle aged African American woman who manned the front desk (she smelled like the green smoothie she always drank, but the donuts hidden just out of view clued Niac in on her true diet) gave a small wave to the boy. “Got somewhere to go, honey? It’s awfully late.”
He nodded at her and returned the greeting. “I need to go to the grocery…”
“Alright, you be careful now. There are some scary things out there in the dark.”
Little did she know she was speaking to one of the monsters she was terrified of. Nevertheless, Niac gave a small noise of affirmation and pushed through the glass revolving door and into the outside world. He turned his gaze up to the sky to admire the view. The emerging stars would soon bear witness to his crimes.
He brushed past people in the street, his self control wavering dramatically. He had nearly grabbed the arm of a particularly delicious female with the intention of ripping it off with his bear teeth when she had knocked shoulders with him, but the bag she dropped distracted him long enough where he could control his primal instincts. His pale fingers wrapped around the cheap, pink leather of the strap. He mumbled out a quick apology as he returned it. He turned away before his body could change his mind, but his sharp ears caught her chirping out a merry thanks before she too disappeared.
His eyes caught onto the alleyway he was interested in and he ducked into the darkness before anyone could see him. He knew there were no cameras right here…There was at one point, but now it barely hung from its perch above his head, a few wires sticking out and a layer of grime covering it. The owner of the store had said he was going to replace it one day, but that day had not yet come…
In one fluid motion, Niac had reached behind him and yanked out his mask from the bag. He eyed it for a moment, debating whether or not the risk was worth it. A pang in his stomach reminded him that yes…it was worth it. He slipped it over his face and secured it tightly; he couldn’t risk it falling off. With one final breath and a slight adjustment of the work gloves that covered his hands, Niac allowed his Kakugan to emerge. The black and red sliding across his eyes changed his entire being; he was Cain now.
Filled with a new drive, he kicked out one lean leg and slammed the dumpster into the wall, making a thunderous clatter that would be sure to get someone’s attention. Surely enough, the back door opened and a younger boy, perhaps just a year or so younger than the Ghoul, came out to investigate. He had on an apron with the name of the store that Niac didn’t care to read. As soon as the employee was far enough out, Niac’s kagune burst from his back, unable to take the stress of waiting anymore. The tentacle tore through the air like a whip and grabbed the boy before he could scream in terror. The pressure it placed around the youngster’s windpipe seemed to be too much, as tiny blood vessels emerged in his white sclera and his face began to turn purple much quicker than Niac anticipated. His struggle was feeble, though Niac could feel the light tingle of his victim’s nails raking down the damp surface of his kagune just moments before his body went limp and the life left him. Niac released his grip and the boy’s body hit the ground with the muffed thud of an unceremonious death. The ghoul didn’t care as he dropped to his knees before the body and sunk his teeth into whatever was closest to him. He couldn’t even remember.
After a few vigorous mouthfuls of flesh, a giggle drifted though the door to the side and he turned his head towards the sound. There were more…all different types of tastes and textures. The mini-mart was bound to have a few stragglers inside, all that Niac would help himself to. He staggered to his feet and inside the store, his kagune grabbing at anything within reach. They seemed to have a mind of their own as they grasped cleaning supplies, mops, trash bags and boxes before throwing them to the side.
He saw another door, one that lead into the main area where he smelled an abundance of people. His hand, now liberally covered in blood, grasped the door and turned the handle. Everything seemed to go in slow motion for him. One of his tentacles drive right through the middle of the unlucky night clerk and pierced him through his gut. Some of his intestine coiled loosely around his Kagune, almost as if they were streamers. Another tentacle reached across the counter and grasped the woman’s wrist that was checking out and yanked her across the glass screaming. The third and fourth one sent the open register flying into one of the unstable shelves, making it topple over onto one unlucky consumer who just wanted ice cream for his pregnant wife. The last tentacle slithered underneath the counter and pressed the emergency lock for all the doors and created a death trap for everyone. He kicked his leg back once, slamming the door he had just gone through with a violent slam before he turned his gaze on the rest of the store. There were fifteen still alive who stared at him in horror. Underneath his mask, he could feel the muscles of his cheeks curl up in pleasure at their fear as his kagune lifted up the body of the unfortunate cashier up into the air, his intestines like gory streamers now. Blood dribbled down onto his white mask and for just a moment, he felt at peace as the fat droplets crept down the porcelain and rolled onto his skin.
A sharp crack of and pressure on his shoulder made his eyes fly open and turn his attention to the source. A terrified man in his late forties held in his trembling hands the small pistol as a pathetic last line of defense. Niac’s eyes were wide, but not with surprise. His paranoia had been confirmed. These humans wanted him dead. They all wanted him dead.
Silently, Niac had snapped and his eyes were on the targets in the room with him. His Kagune instinctively threw the body of the cashier at the man with the gun, knocking him down and into another shelf that too toppled over. The woman whose arm was being gripped by the crimson tentacles was now face to face with the boy. The grip had become so tight that her wrist had twisted nearly backwards and was beyond broken now. He lifted off the ground by her broken wrist so he could stare directly into her eyes. Tears rolled down her face as she writhed in pain and fear. Neither her screaming nor the screams of his trapped prey bothered him as he slipped his mask up enough so that she could see his lips and jaw that still glistened with the blood of the dead boy outside. A tense moment passed and her cerulean eyes stared at his teeth as she sobbed for help from anyone in the store.
“Look at me.”
She turned her bright gaze to him and they locked eyes once more before Niac bit into the crook of her neck. The rush of the blood in his mouth was warm and comforting to him, and while he groaned in pleasure, she shrieked in pain. The cry rang painfully in his ear and in irritation he tore her flesh from her body and swallowed it without chewing. The spray of blood on his clothing didn’t faze him, but in her last moment, she still fought on. Her pale, quivering hand reached up and placed itself over his mask. Blood had dripped onto her fingers enough so that as her hand fell, it left a smeared trail over half of his mask. He remained still for a moment more as she too crumpled to the floor.
He turned his eyes to the rest of the store and pounced upon them, his kagune grabbing those that his hands could not reach and dragging them to his awaiting mouth. Animalistic screams of terror surrounded him at first, but with each addition to his meal, they quickly quieted down until one last person remained, crying and pleading for him to stop and let her go. She intrigued him.
He stood a few feet away as he watched her curl into the corner of the store and as far away from the blood and death that she could. She seemed modest enough; just a girl in high school that was in a bad place…Her uniform fit her. She seemed to be the academic type, pretty with big glasses and straight hair. She bawled like a babe as her petite hands curled into her chest. Tiny rings glistened with the artificial light from the now bloodied fluorescent bulbs above. He cocked his head in interest. She was prattling on about some sort of test, that prom was coming up soon, that she had just gotten into some prestigious college across the country. She screamed that she would never tell if he just let her live.
He would consider it if he got his fill…
He dropped to the floor by the nearest body and dug, taking as much as he could as fast as he could. The BGC would be there sooner or later. Mouthful after mouthful, he heard the girl’s sobbing in the corner and listened to her spill out anything and everything that could possibly get him to sympathize with her. She was trying anything, anything to live. Niac didn’t trust her words.
Eventually, he rose up, his clothing drenched with sticky, metallic blood. His Kagune had retreated away as he ate so he looked nearly human. He placed his mask back in its proper place and walked towards the girl. She only curled further away from him and continued her blathering. Stopping right in front of her, the massive man loomed over her and waited for her to stop talking. It seemed to take her hours to quiet down, but when she did, she turned her dark gaze up at him meekly. Niac stared, judging to see if she perhaps meant a bit of what she said…He turned away moments later and made for his last meal on the other side of the store.
She watched his retreating form, unsure what to make of his behavior. Good? Bad? Was he letting her go? She trembled more as he knelt down by the last person he had yet to take a bite out of. The only portion of him that was visible was the backs of his bloody shoes. Her eyes darted to the door and back. In his frenzy, the door had been broken open enough for her to slip through and not be followed…If she just made it across…She didn’t think as she got up off the ground. Her legs quaked with the effort, but like a newborn dear she sprinted to the door the best that she could. She just needed to make it there and this nightmare would be over.
She felt something damp wrap around her ankle just as she touched the metal of the door. It yanked, throwing her off her feet and forcing her face into the tile floor. A tooth flew from her lips and clattered across the room and underneath some shelf to be forgotten. Pain erupted from the left side of her face. Her vision swam as her mind rattled from the impact. When she was able to focus again, she was greeted with a very real and very dead face of the woman from earlier that the ghoul had first gotten a hold of. He had taken more than just her jugular. A few fingers were missing along with the shoulder muscles on her left side. He seemed to have also taken the flesh of her cheeks and her tongue as well. Her azure eyes were still there, but they had rolled to the back of her head once they had lost their gleam.
The young girl hadn’t even been able to stay in the same room as her parents when they watched horror movies. This was too much for her. She released a shrill scream that was cut short as she was dragged away. Her nose dug into the floor and through pools of blood that filled her nostrils with a rusty scent. She wasn’t dragged gently and it seemed as if he made sure to slam her body on a few corners. The motion stopped and the bloody shoes of the ghoul filled her vision. He knelt down by her and reached forward to grab her. Out of instinct, she flailed and knocked his hand away. The action only served to enrage him further. The other four of his kagune slammed into her back and drove their sharp tips into her shoulder blades to pin her in place.
Niac wasn’t surprised at her actions, just disappointed. If she had just stayed another few minutes, he would have left her alive. Her desperation to flee had taken over her and he couldn’t have her running into the streets yet. This one was intriguing; he wanted to feel her vivacious life leave her body by his hands, not by his kagune.
Her screams were ignored as he dug his hands into her mess of black hair. With his grip now tightly on her, he released his Kagune from her and allowed it to retreat into his lower back. He was deaf to her cries as he brought her up to her feet and dragged her over to the sharp counter edge. He was sure to drag her face roughly along the edge and smash her head into whatever got in the way. He kicked the exit door open and dragged her outside and into the alley. Her eyes landed upon the form of the boy outside, and for the first time, she was stunned into silence. Tears cascaded down her face and she reached for him, fighting Niac’s strength with all of her own. To no avail though; he wouldn’t give her the pleasure of being with the dead boy, whoever he was to her.
He yanked her away from him and forced her to look at him one last time. With all the tears and blood, she wasn’t as pretty anymore. She must have valued her face if she put makeup on. With a grunt of affirmation, he turned her face to the wall. She must have realized his intention when she started to scream, but it was cut short as her face made contact with a sickening crunch. A spray of blood and flesh flew from her and onto his mask with the force of the impact, but he continued his assault until nothing left for him to crush. Only then did he release his grip and allow her body to crumple on the ground in peace.
Voices sounded from in the store and he knew the BGC had arrived, but they did not discover his location. His kagune burst from his back one last time as he made his ascent to the roof, grabbing the fire exit above him and throwing himself over the fence that divided the alley. He grabbed the ledge of a window and threw himself onto the roof of another building before sprinting off into the night. Despite eating all those people, he did not want to deal with the BCG yet. One day.
He quickly made his way to the other side of the harbor and dropped into another alley where he could change into his second change of clothing…It was identical to what he was wearing, so no one would suspect a thing upon his return to his home.
With his clothing taken care of and no one in sight, he removed his mask and looked at bloodied surface. It seemed pleased with him now that its thirst had been satiated. With his job done, Niac gave a sigh and returned it to his bag and cleaned his face off with a bottle of water and face cloth he too kept in the bag. Everything seemed alright for the moment…he just had to stop at the grocery and get something…anything to make it seem like he hadn’t just massacred an entire mini mart.
Ice cream sounded like a good thing to get late at night…maybe some potato chips and a movie too. He had his eye on an old classic that he had recently read: American Psycho. Perhaps the store would have it…
He sauntered off, lost in his thoughts about where he should go to acquire this film.
Ten things you wish you could say to 10 different people (don't list names):
1. Shit I really like you. I don’t know what it is that you do or why I didn’t notice anything before now, but I’m really glad we’re talking. It might just be the fact that I have no one right now that makes you such a godsend but I’m just very very happy to be your friend and you’re such a perfect snowflake. I’m always happy talking to you and you make my day a little better when you’re around. I don’t want you to get involved with me because you deserve so much better than what I can give you, but at the same time I’d really love for you to stick around because I haven’t felt this way in a long long time.
2. If we were such good friends, where were you?
3. Guess I was right. I’m disappointed, not surprised.
4. FOR the LOVE of GOD. Stop texting me.
5. I’m flattered that you like me and you’ve been nothing but nice to me, but I haven’t spoken like 20 words to you. From what I can tell you’re a sweetheart, but I don’t like you in that way. We can totes be friends though.
6. Sorry that I wasn’t interested in you?
7. Yes we will be best friends this year and do all sorts of cool stuff. By cool stuff I mean just playing around and being nerds because that’s all we seem to know what to do. I’ll make you that Bananadile split too. I’m so so super excited, but I know you like me because of the blatant flirting. You’re such a perfect human, but I just don’t like you romantically.
8. I’m sorry you were in love with the idea of me rather than the actual person in front of you.
9. I was pretty sure you hated me for a while to be honest. I guess you don’t?
Nine things about yourself:
1.I have a slew of medical conditions and the list is growing. I have polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, Insulin resistance, fibromyalgia, Cystitis, and severe back pain that has not yet been diagnosed. I’m also constantly sick.
2.I don’t believe you have to necessarily love someone to be sexually interested in them. If I want to have sex with someone, and they return that emotion, then as two consenting adults, it should be perfectly acceptable. I don’t appreciate slut shaming as long as emotions are made clear between the 2+ parties involved.
3. I want to go into the medical field, specifically as a medical examiner. However, I’m so afraid I won’t qualify because my grades are awful due to emotional turmoil.
4. I’m very disappointed in my grades because I know I can do better, but I just don’t care half the time.
5. Mispronouncing words on purpose around me when you know I hate that is one of my biggest pet peeves.
6. My second is dad Jokes and “I don’t know; CAN you?”
7. I show my affection by trying to get reactions out of you.
8. I love love love going to work every day. it gives me something to do even though I'm so tired. It gets my mind off of things.
9. I have heterochromia Iridium uvu That's where your eyes have a different color around the iris. In my case it's yellow/ very very light green.
Eight ways to win your heart:
1. Try to include me in things, even if they’re silly like going to buy sweaters.
2. Take naps and sleep with me in a non sexual way.
3. I really love just little random gifts, like “Hey, I thought of you when I saw this, so I got it for you.”
4. Understanding that I’m quiet sometimes and that I do need my space more often than not.
5. Going out of the way to talk to me.
6. Be my friend; no story book romances for me. I want someone who I can have fun with.
7. Tell me if something I said or did upset you; half the time I mean to help. I can just be a little insensitive
8. Listening and accepting my emotions when I’m comfortable enough to share them. It doesn’t happen often, and they’re rarely pretty emotions, but they’re mine none the less. It means to world to me when someone doesn’t judge me for what I feel.
Seven things that cross your mind a lot:
1. If I could kill you right now and not get caught I would.
2. why aRE WE NOT GOING SPEED LIMIT.
3. They don’t really like you.
4. FUCK YOU.
6. I miss it, but I don’t regret it.
7. Why can’t I sleep
Six things you wish you never had to do:
2. Have emotions
3. Take Medication
4. Live with Physical pain every day
Five turn offs:
2. Highly emotional men
3. Smelling like they haven’t bathed in a month
5. Being Shorter than I am
Four turn ons:
1. Taller than me
2. Confident enough to initiate and hold intelligent conversation
3. Someone who will listen to me and not disregard my opinions and emotions as not good enough or wrong
4. Nice arms and shoulders are great
Three wishes for your future:
1. To not have to be afraid of normal things, like having a family.
2. Have my emotions recognized by someone, despite their negativity and fluctuations.
3. Enough money to live comfortably.
Two things you want to do before you die:
1. Run away from it all.
2. See the world
One possession you could not live without:
1. My car