Awaking, she felt her cheek on the cold, linoleum floor which was layered thick with dust. Slowly blinking open her eyes, at first, her vision was hazy, staring at the bolted iron door just feet away. She must have passed out after the last surgery... Although, it was not due to any sort of pain medication they prescribed, recently, Dr. Warwick had been forcing her medication to increase sensitivity to the pain. You have a beautiful screaming voice. In her mind, she saw the doctor standing above her, grinning through his surgical mask, holding up a scalpel in his hand. And such beautiful hair. Looking past the door into the dim reflection created in the darkened metal, she saw her shoulder length, dirty, blonde curly hair. The first thing they did when she arrived was cut off all of her hair, to sell it to a wig maker... of course; she had no choice in the matter. None of the girls did. Although here, Kirai was confined alone.
Through the strait jacket, which was put on tighter than usual today, Kirai could feel the dull pain from where the doctor had sewed her up. Her eyes still stung from all the sobbing and her throat sore and dry from all the screaming and pleading, her muscles exhausted from all the struggling. Why did she still struggle? Why did she still plead, when she knew no mercy would be shown to her? Slowly, Kirai pulled her legs up from underneath her, until she was sitting up on the floor, her legs folded under her. The room was about seven foot by seven foot, the white paint on the walls was cracked, chipping, and peeling down. The white tile floor was covered in a grey dust, and the matching eggshell white ceiling had water marks from leaking pipes above, and a single light bulb dangled down, constantly swaying back and forth, and flickering repetitively on and off in with a dull, yellow light.
Suddenly, she was jolted back awake again. Had she fallen asleep, for how long...? There were no windows, no clocks, no calendars, nothing with which to tell time... That would be enough to drive anyone mad, if not for how dim a thing this was in comparison to everything else that happened here. The sound that had awakened Kirai was the sound of a metal door, surely one to another cell, being slammed shut, the sounds echoing through the halls. At first, she heard a whimpering, which then soon turned into a screaming. 'No, Please! No! Don't take me in there!' A young girl's voice screamed in hysterics, the sound was coming from down the hallway towards the lab. The young girl's screams and cries for mercy and begging for help continued. Kirai was use to the screams, not only her own, but the frequent ones of other experiments. You see, first, Dr. Warwick would tie you down to the table, so that you could not move. Sometimes, he would even sew his patients by their skin to the table. Next, the horrible blinding overhead light would turn on, and looking down from above, Dr. Warwick would select a tool from his surgeon’s plate, and then round and round in the mind the agony goes, where the scalpel lands or when the pain stops, nobody knows; nobody, that is, except for Dr. Warwick, but no, he does not like giving away any secrets…
A sharp pain interrupted Kirai’s thoughts, shooting through her mind like a bullet. Phantom sensations… are that what these were? Or could be called? A pain from where her ovaries had been ripped out of her. But then, another pain shot through her chest, where her second heart had been ripped out. Am I going mad- Then, another, all throughout her body… almost like reliving the three major operations the doctor had performed on her: an exploration surgery, the longest and most painful; the heart surgery, the most terrifying, since he had to have her killed and then kept her alive through blood pumping due to a machine, and feeling everything he did… and the most emotionally traumatic, the recently done operation, of having her ovaries removed as she watched helplessly his blade and his hands moved about inside of the incisions through a review mirror in the corner of the room, her eyes taped open and her head held in a brace so she couldn’t look away. Nearly wanting to scream, Kirai fell over on her side to the floor, curling up tightly, the pain and sensations so powerful she could not even think straight. Fighting off the thoughts as much as she could, finally, almost like something snapped in her brain, the pain came to a halt, as she managed to gasp out, mumbling in a pain-stricken, dry chocked voice to herself, “I must get out of here.”
Her head turning to the side, Kirai’s eyes landed upon a dead rat that had been in her cell for a few months… now, it was decayed to the point that just fur and bones remained upon a pile of black decay that once was flesh. She had often thought it to herself that the dead rat in her cell was ironic… seeing as of, until the asylum was founded, rats were the only creatures typically used in experiments. “Plague rat…” Slowly managing to sit back up, Kirai stared at the creature’s bones, at the skeletal structure. First getting up on one knee, Kirai stood up, and walked over to the small corpse, delicate white bones lying scattered out inches away from her bare feet. Sitting back down, Kirai picked out the largest bone, the thigh bone, and picking it up among the rest of the decayed remains with her foot, lifted it up to her mouth. After a few attempts to break the bone in her mouth, she finally dropped it, cursing silently to herself as she did so. Closing her eyes, she still heard the girl screaming from the lab, shuddering, a quick ice cold chill raced across her skin; suddenly Kirai went back into near hysterics, pure adrenaline taking over. No, I have to get out of here! Kirai began, frantically, squirming around and using every bit of her strength to try to get out of the strait jacket. Using every single muscle in her body, including muscles she did not even knew existed, Kirai’s face winced in pain as she bit her lip to ignore the burning sensation in her muscles from putting out so much strength, especially after six months of nearly no use of them. A cold sweat glistened on her skin, and after about twenty minutes of struggling like this, thrashing about, Kirai lay in a fetal position on the floor, curled up into a ball and gasping for breath through the constricting strait jacket, her eyes closed and burning from the sweat that had gotten into them, as well as tears. Opening them, she saw a bit of blood that was starting to surface through the fabric of the strait jacket where the fresh incisions were. Her breathing slowly went back to normal, as she apparently calmed down, thinking to herself. “………” Sitting back up straight, Kirai swallowed the lump in her throat, knowing what she must do. “This will… be nothing compared to what I’ve had to go through here.” With that short phrase she whispered to herself, Kirai looked darkly, blankly ahead, and arranging herself, quickly and painfully pulled her arm, completely dislocating her shoulder in one loud pop.
After getting the strait jacket off, Kirai let it fall to the floor, now just wearing her pure white, ripped and dirty outfit that were assigned to her in the asylum. A white sleeveless loose-fitting low necked shirt, stained crimson where blood oozed out of the stitches due to her struggling to get out of the strait jacket, as well as white cotton pants which were a few inches too short for her long legs. Standing up, Kirai quickly moved back over to where the bone had dropped from her mouth, and bending over, snatched it up with her right hand, as her left arm hung loosely by her side. Moving over to the door, she bent down, and putting the bone in her mouth, held it between her teeth and snapped it apart at the end so it had a sharp point, spitting out the fragment in her mouth across the room from her. Sticking it into the keyhole, her hand shaking madly with fear, Kirai leaned forward, the side of her head against the door, moving the bone around trying to pick the lock. Moving her hand even faster, Kirai’s eyes grew large with fear, blood shot and reflecting the terror in her heart as she thought of getting caught. “No, hurry up, please! Please….” She whispered, nearly crying, nearly sobbing. “Please….God…” Kirai broke down to tears, her hand shaking now worse than ever as she tried to get the lock, “I don’t want to die here, I don’t want to live this way...please…” Just then, she heard over the sound of her own heart pounding with fear and adrenaline in her head, a very soft ‘click’ from within the door.
Standing up, Kirai hesitantly reached out for the handle, and pausing for only a moment, then quickly and firmly took hold of the metal door handle, pushing it open slowly. Leaning her head out, she looked both ways down the dark hallway, the flickering light from inside the cell behind her lighting sections of it with short bursts of an unsteady yellow light. Kirai then gasped, putting her hand over her mouth, and quickly closed the door to her cell, becoming enwrapped in the darkness of the hallway. What was that? She thought quickly, her eyes opened wide as saucer plates, looking about in the darkness, her eyes very slow to adjust to the lack of light. Then, she heard it again, mixed in with the sounds coming from the opposite direction where screams and maniacal laughter could be heard coming from the lab and echoing in the hallways. ‘Step…step…step…’ Turning her head, she saw a beam of light approaching the corner of the hallway. Breaking out into a dead run, Kirai ran with her bare, delicate feet, towards where the lab, and the operation room, the only direction she could run in, were. Reaching the end of the hallway, she turned the only direction she could, right; just as the guard with the flashlight stepped into the hallway she had just been in, narrowly missing her.
Running in the dark, Kirai slowed down, and crept past the lab and operation room… There were two doors that swung open, small windows at the top of each, light shining out from them into the dark hall. Moving past the doors, avoiding the light, Kirai kept on walking, constantly turning and looking back to make sure the guard was not following her. Then, pausing in the middle of the hallway, she stared blankly, and then ran forward. The hallway was a dead end. Placing the sweat y palms of her hands against the wall, Kirai was about to turn around and go back, when a dreadful realization came over her… The screaming had stopped. Holding her breath, and slowly turning back towards the lab doors, she began silently mouthing the words, “No….no….no…” Running back and forth, she pulled and twisted the door knobs of the doors between herself and the lab, each and every door was securely locked. Reaching around on her person, although she had no pockets, she looked for the rat bone, before remembering she had dropped it back in her cell.
From down the hall in front of Kirai, the laboratory doors slammed open, revealing the dark outline of Dr. Warwick Von Kraus as he slowly emerged from the well lit room. His entire body draped in shadow, save for the bright white of his lab coat, drenched the blood of the poor young girl who had been screaming earlier. Without a word the doctor started to walk down the hall slowly, letting each thud of the heel of his boot report through the air… each sharp sound from his slow, deliberate footsteps ringing out like a heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Kirai felt her muscles grow tense, possessed with fear, her eyes not moving away from him. She tried to run, tried to move back, but her legs were frozen stiff. Opening her mouth, she said, hardly able to get the words out, "You... you can't keep me here." She then screamed, finding the strength in her legs to stumble backwards, her back and her dislocated shoulder, which was still throbbing horribly with pain, "I'd rather die than allow my humanity to be degraded in this hell! I'd rather die than give you control over me, over my body, over my life!" Her left arm hung loosely, obvious from the swelling, bruising, and protruding joint that is was completely dislocated from its socket. Suddenly, with her right arm, Kirai winced and grabbed her stomach area with pain; more blood oozed out of the incisions underneath her white sleeveless shirt, the strain growing larger.
Dr. Von Kraus merely chuckled at her pathetic attempt at escape and simply continued to walk towards her. As he walked closer another sound started to fill the room. It was the blood dripping from the bone saw that the Doctor was carrying at his side. There were bits and pieces of bone marrow and flesh sticking onto the drying blood and under that was a thin layer of rust. "Oh but I can Kirai. The girl I was just operating on tried to escape too. Thought she could just run away...She won't be running anymore." As he told her of the young girl's fate, he couldn't help but smile at Kirai. She was so naive, so dim witted, to think that she could ever escape from the Asylum. Pity, he'd have to saw off her legs now.
Complete terror filled Kirai when she saw the bone saw, a million thoughts rushing through her head. Memories of her child hood, the Red Cross Society, and now this... Kirai was about to give in, her eyes not moving away from Dr. Warwick, she broke through the fear enough to glare at him, looking deep into his eyes. Opening her mouth, she was about to bite down through her tongue, taking the preference of drowning in her own blood to whatever Dr. Warwick was about to do to her, when suddenly, a feeling, almost like a shock, ran through her body. It pulsed again... and again, down through her fingertips, with her heartbeat. All the fear, the fear of pain, the fear of death, weakness, fear of the unknown... were suddenly swallowed up by a much stronger entity inside of her. She could move again... Kirai took a step forward. It felt almost as if she were controlling her body from the outside, the look of fear and terror on her face instantly died, as she looked at him with confidence, with power. Suddenly, remembering and recalling every bit of pain and terror she ever felt in the asylum, all the blood, all the torture, all the disgrace, all the cruelty, all the madness, her eyes sent every second of pain Dr. Warwick had inflicted her through into him. Suddenly, she was in control, she was the one inflicting the pain, the pain of her own heart numbed, the gore and the torture losing it's sting as she inflicted it upon him.
The pain was excruciating. The pure agony crippling Dr. Warwick and causing him to fall onto his knees. It was unbearable, like nothing he had even felt before. "Guards!" He screamed out, clenching his fists and gnashing his teeth together in a futile effort to take his mind off the pain. "Kill her!"
Kirai slowly walked down the dark hall towards him, stepping into the light where he fell to his knees, in agony on the floor. Looking down at him, a slow smile spread across her pink lips, as she raised her right hand and moved the fingers through her blonde, dirty, curly, uncombed shoulder length hair. She knew what she had done to him, she knew it well... Up until then, she had never come to terms with being a strigoii, even after seeing her second heart ripped out of her, Kirai felt as though she were human. Now, she felt for certain, for the first time in her life, she knew for certain, who and what she was. She heard the footsteps of the guards, but she didn't bother. Kneeling down beside him, Kirai grinned, her dark deep blue eyes looking darker than usual, framed by her long black lashes. She was taking full pleasure in his agony.... A kind of pleasure she had never known before. "You are never to touch my body again, or to come anywhere near me... do you understand? Yes?" Kirai took hold of his jaw, and shook his head up and down, before letting go and slapping him across the face, her grown out nails slashing into his cheek, then moving her hand back. "Remember my name, Dr. Warwick..." With that being said, still grinning, she stood up straight, and despite the still horrible pain in her arm, despite her appearance, the guards running towards them... She felt happier, stronger, more powerful, more in control, and more certain than she had ever felt before in her life.
Reaching down, she took the bone saw, just as she grabbed hold, a group of guards and nurses appeared at the end of the hallway. Running towards the group, Kirai slammed the doors shut that lead from the hallway into the lab, blocking out most of the light. Just as most the light was cut out, in that moment of darkness, the screams of the nurses and guards echoed through the halls, before being followed by a dreadful silence. Then, the doors of the lab slowly creaked open, again, flooding part of the hallway with light... Exposing the bodies of all the nurses and guards, their necks and chests split and cut, with Dr. Warwick's bloodied bone saw resting on the ground in the middle of the hallway, glinting in silver and red crimson in the light. As for Kirai, she was nowhere to be found.
Through the strait jacket, which was put on tighter than usual today, Kirai could feel the dull pain from where the doctor had sewed her up. Her eyes still stung from all the sobbing and her throat sore and dry from all the screaming and pleading, her muscles exhausted from all the struggling. Why did she still struggle? Why did she still plead, when she knew no mercy would be shown to her? Slowly, Kirai pulled her legs up from underneath her, until she was sitting up on the floor, her legs folded under her. The room was about seven foot by seven foot, the white paint on the walls was cracked, chipping, and peeling down. The white tile floor was covered in a grey dust, and the matching eggshell white ceiling had water marks from leaking pipes above, and a single light bulb dangled down, constantly swaying back and forth, and flickering repetitively on and off in with a dull, yellow light.
Suddenly, she was jolted back awake again. Had she fallen asleep, for how long...? There were no windows, no clocks, no calendars, nothing with which to tell time... That would be enough to drive anyone mad, if not for how dim a thing this was in comparison to everything else that happened here. The sound that had awakened Kirai was the sound of a metal door, surely one to another cell, being slammed shut, the sounds echoing through the halls. At first, she heard a whimpering, which then soon turned into a screaming. 'No, Please! No! Don't take me in there!' A young girl's voice screamed in hysterics, the sound was coming from down the hallway towards the lab. The young girl's screams and cries for mercy and begging for help continued. Kirai was use to the screams, not only her own, but the frequent ones of other experiments. You see, first, Dr. Warwick would tie you down to the table, so that you could not move. Sometimes, he would even sew his patients by their skin to the table. Next, the horrible blinding overhead light would turn on, and looking down from above, Dr. Warwick would select a tool from his surgeon’s plate, and then round and round in the mind the agony goes, where the scalpel lands or when the pain stops, nobody knows; nobody, that is, except for Dr. Warwick, but no, he does not like giving away any secrets…
A sharp pain interrupted Kirai’s thoughts, shooting through her mind like a bullet. Phantom sensations… are that what these were? Or could be called? A pain from where her ovaries had been ripped out of her. But then, another pain shot through her chest, where her second heart had been ripped out. Am I going mad- Then, another, all throughout her body… almost like reliving the three major operations the doctor had performed on her: an exploration surgery, the longest and most painful; the heart surgery, the most terrifying, since he had to have her killed and then kept her alive through blood pumping due to a machine, and feeling everything he did… and the most emotionally traumatic, the recently done operation, of having her ovaries removed as she watched helplessly his blade and his hands moved about inside of the incisions through a review mirror in the corner of the room, her eyes taped open and her head held in a brace so she couldn’t look away. Nearly wanting to scream, Kirai fell over on her side to the floor, curling up tightly, the pain and sensations so powerful she could not even think straight. Fighting off the thoughts as much as she could, finally, almost like something snapped in her brain, the pain came to a halt, as she managed to gasp out, mumbling in a pain-stricken, dry chocked voice to herself, “I must get out of here.”
Her head turning to the side, Kirai’s eyes landed upon a dead rat that had been in her cell for a few months… now, it was decayed to the point that just fur and bones remained upon a pile of black decay that once was flesh. She had often thought it to herself that the dead rat in her cell was ironic… seeing as of, until the asylum was founded, rats were the only creatures typically used in experiments. “Plague rat…” Slowly managing to sit back up, Kirai stared at the creature’s bones, at the skeletal structure. First getting up on one knee, Kirai stood up, and walked over to the small corpse, delicate white bones lying scattered out inches away from her bare feet. Sitting back down, Kirai picked out the largest bone, the thigh bone, and picking it up among the rest of the decayed remains with her foot, lifted it up to her mouth. After a few attempts to break the bone in her mouth, she finally dropped it, cursing silently to herself as she did so. Closing her eyes, she still heard the girl screaming from the lab, shuddering, a quick ice cold chill raced across her skin; suddenly Kirai went back into near hysterics, pure adrenaline taking over. No, I have to get out of here! Kirai began, frantically, squirming around and using every bit of her strength to try to get out of the strait jacket. Using every single muscle in her body, including muscles she did not even knew existed, Kirai’s face winced in pain as she bit her lip to ignore the burning sensation in her muscles from putting out so much strength, especially after six months of nearly no use of them. A cold sweat glistened on her skin, and after about twenty minutes of struggling like this, thrashing about, Kirai lay in a fetal position on the floor, curled up into a ball and gasping for breath through the constricting strait jacket, her eyes closed and burning from the sweat that had gotten into them, as well as tears. Opening them, she saw a bit of blood that was starting to surface through the fabric of the strait jacket where the fresh incisions were. Her breathing slowly went back to normal, as she apparently calmed down, thinking to herself. “………” Sitting back up straight, Kirai swallowed the lump in her throat, knowing what she must do. “This will… be nothing compared to what I’ve had to go through here.” With that short phrase she whispered to herself, Kirai looked darkly, blankly ahead, and arranging herself, quickly and painfully pulled her arm, completely dislocating her shoulder in one loud pop.
After getting the strait jacket off, Kirai let it fall to the floor, now just wearing her pure white, ripped and dirty outfit that were assigned to her in the asylum. A white sleeveless loose-fitting low necked shirt, stained crimson where blood oozed out of the stitches due to her struggling to get out of the strait jacket, as well as white cotton pants which were a few inches too short for her long legs. Standing up, Kirai quickly moved back over to where the bone had dropped from her mouth, and bending over, snatched it up with her right hand, as her left arm hung loosely by her side. Moving over to the door, she bent down, and putting the bone in her mouth, held it between her teeth and snapped it apart at the end so it had a sharp point, spitting out the fragment in her mouth across the room from her. Sticking it into the keyhole, her hand shaking madly with fear, Kirai leaned forward, the side of her head against the door, moving the bone around trying to pick the lock. Moving her hand even faster, Kirai’s eyes grew large with fear, blood shot and reflecting the terror in her heart as she thought of getting caught. “No, hurry up, please! Please….” She whispered, nearly crying, nearly sobbing. “Please….God…” Kirai broke down to tears, her hand shaking now worse than ever as she tried to get the lock, “I don’t want to die here, I don’t want to live this way...please…” Just then, she heard over the sound of her own heart pounding with fear and adrenaline in her head, a very soft ‘click’ from within the door.
Standing up, Kirai hesitantly reached out for the handle, and pausing for only a moment, then quickly and firmly took hold of the metal door handle, pushing it open slowly. Leaning her head out, she looked both ways down the dark hallway, the flickering light from inside the cell behind her lighting sections of it with short bursts of an unsteady yellow light. Kirai then gasped, putting her hand over her mouth, and quickly closed the door to her cell, becoming enwrapped in the darkness of the hallway. What was that? She thought quickly, her eyes opened wide as saucer plates, looking about in the darkness, her eyes very slow to adjust to the lack of light. Then, she heard it again, mixed in with the sounds coming from the opposite direction where screams and maniacal laughter could be heard coming from the lab and echoing in the hallways. ‘Step…step…step…’ Turning her head, she saw a beam of light approaching the corner of the hallway. Breaking out into a dead run, Kirai ran with her bare, delicate feet, towards where the lab, and the operation room, the only direction she could run in, were. Reaching the end of the hallway, she turned the only direction she could, right; just as the guard with the flashlight stepped into the hallway she had just been in, narrowly missing her.
Running in the dark, Kirai slowed down, and crept past the lab and operation room… There were two doors that swung open, small windows at the top of each, light shining out from them into the dark hall. Moving past the doors, avoiding the light, Kirai kept on walking, constantly turning and looking back to make sure the guard was not following her. Then, pausing in the middle of the hallway, she stared blankly, and then ran forward. The hallway was a dead end. Placing the sweat y palms of her hands against the wall, Kirai was about to turn around and go back, when a dreadful realization came over her… The screaming had stopped. Holding her breath, and slowly turning back towards the lab doors, she began silently mouthing the words, “No….no….no…” Running back and forth, she pulled and twisted the door knobs of the doors between herself and the lab, each and every door was securely locked. Reaching around on her person, although she had no pockets, she looked for the rat bone, before remembering she had dropped it back in her cell.
From down the hall in front of Kirai, the laboratory doors slammed open, revealing the dark outline of Dr. Warwick Von Kraus as he slowly emerged from the well lit room. His entire body draped in shadow, save for the bright white of his lab coat, drenched the blood of the poor young girl who had been screaming earlier. Without a word the doctor started to walk down the hall slowly, letting each thud of the heel of his boot report through the air… each sharp sound from his slow, deliberate footsteps ringing out like a heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Kirai felt her muscles grow tense, possessed with fear, her eyes not moving away from him. She tried to run, tried to move back, but her legs were frozen stiff. Opening her mouth, she said, hardly able to get the words out, "You... you can't keep me here." She then screamed, finding the strength in her legs to stumble backwards, her back and her dislocated shoulder, which was still throbbing horribly with pain, "I'd rather die than allow my humanity to be degraded in this hell! I'd rather die than give you control over me, over my body, over my life!" Her left arm hung loosely, obvious from the swelling, bruising, and protruding joint that is was completely dislocated from its socket. Suddenly, with her right arm, Kirai winced and grabbed her stomach area with pain; more blood oozed out of the incisions underneath her white sleeveless shirt, the strain growing larger.
Dr. Von Kraus merely chuckled at her pathetic attempt at escape and simply continued to walk towards her. As he walked closer another sound started to fill the room. It was the blood dripping from the bone saw that the Doctor was carrying at his side. There were bits and pieces of bone marrow and flesh sticking onto the drying blood and under that was a thin layer of rust. "Oh but I can Kirai. The girl I was just operating on tried to escape too. Thought she could just run away...She won't be running anymore." As he told her of the young girl's fate, he couldn't help but smile at Kirai. She was so naive, so dim witted, to think that she could ever escape from the Asylum. Pity, he'd have to saw off her legs now.
Complete terror filled Kirai when she saw the bone saw, a million thoughts rushing through her head. Memories of her child hood, the Red Cross Society, and now this... Kirai was about to give in, her eyes not moving away from Dr. Warwick, she broke through the fear enough to glare at him, looking deep into his eyes. Opening her mouth, she was about to bite down through her tongue, taking the preference of drowning in her own blood to whatever Dr. Warwick was about to do to her, when suddenly, a feeling, almost like a shock, ran through her body. It pulsed again... and again, down through her fingertips, with her heartbeat. All the fear, the fear of pain, the fear of death, weakness, fear of the unknown... were suddenly swallowed up by a much stronger entity inside of her. She could move again... Kirai took a step forward. It felt almost as if she were controlling her body from the outside, the look of fear and terror on her face instantly died, as she looked at him with confidence, with power. Suddenly, remembering and recalling every bit of pain and terror she ever felt in the asylum, all the blood, all the torture, all the disgrace, all the cruelty, all the madness, her eyes sent every second of pain Dr. Warwick had inflicted her through into him. Suddenly, she was in control, she was the one inflicting the pain, the pain of her own heart numbed, the gore and the torture losing it's sting as she inflicted it upon him.
The pain was excruciating. The pure agony crippling Dr. Warwick and causing him to fall onto his knees. It was unbearable, like nothing he had even felt before. "Guards!" He screamed out, clenching his fists and gnashing his teeth together in a futile effort to take his mind off the pain. "Kill her!"
Kirai slowly walked down the dark hall towards him, stepping into the light where he fell to his knees, in agony on the floor. Looking down at him, a slow smile spread across her pink lips, as she raised her right hand and moved the fingers through her blonde, dirty, curly, uncombed shoulder length hair. She knew what she had done to him, she knew it well... Up until then, she had never come to terms with being a strigoii, even after seeing her second heart ripped out of her, Kirai felt as though she were human. Now, she felt for certain, for the first time in her life, she knew for certain, who and what she was. She heard the footsteps of the guards, but she didn't bother. Kneeling down beside him, Kirai grinned, her dark deep blue eyes looking darker than usual, framed by her long black lashes. She was taking full pleasure in his agony.... A kind of pleasure she had never known before. "You are never to touch my body again, or to come anywhere near me... do you understand? Yes?" Kirai took hold of his jaw, and shook his head up and down, before letting go and slapping him across the face, her grown out nails slashing into his cheek, then moving her hand back. "Remember my name, Dr. Warwick..." With that being said, still grinning, she stood up straight, and despite the still horrible pain in her arm, despite her appearance, the guards running towards them... She felt happier, stronger, more powerful, more in control, and more certain than she had ever felt before in her life.
Reaching down, she took the bone saw, just as she grabbed hold, a group of guards and nurses appeared at the end of the hallway. Running towards the group, Kirai slammed the doors shut that lead from the hallway into the lab, blocking out most of the light. Just as most the light was cut out, in that moment of darkness, the screams of the nurses and guards echoed through the halls, before being followed by a dreadful silence. Then, the doors of the lab slowly creaked open, again, flooding part of the hallway with light... Exposing the bodies of all the nurses and guards, their necks and chests split and cut, with Dr. Warwick's bloodied bone saw resting on the ground in the middle of the hallway, glinting in silver and red crimson in the light. As for Kirai, she was nowhere to be found.
~ The End! ~
