((This was done with Bikko's old character design.))
The hour was late, the night had progressed so deeply that the only thing awake was the moon shining it's faint light above the forest. Inside the little cafe, the few inhabitants were sound asleep, resting the day's activities off. One girl slept restlessly however, her dreams invaded by shadows. Nightmares ravished her mind, her body twisting and shaking, no longer tucked comfortably into the sheets. Clink. The faint sound of an open lighter echoed through the room, a quick flame and then a glowing orange ember appeared in the corner of the dark room. Sanya was not alone on this night. Sitting quietly in the corner was the strange new girl, a recent arrival to the cafe but unquestioned and unknown to the other guests. Bikko. For awhile she was contempt to sit there taking only the occasional long drag from her flavored cigarette, watching, listening. The twisted grin on her face seemed to grow each time Sanya let out a fearful moan from the nightmares.
She would stand, tucking a rusted crutch in under her arm, balanced on one good leg, the other missing leg left only with a horrible red scar right above where her knee would be. As she walked towards the girl's bed, the moon's light would reflect off her one visible pearly blue eye, the other closed tight with an equally horrific scar. On this night the moon would peek at something else, a quick flash of silver coming from the girl's hand. She stood over the bed, watching the young girl gently thrash about, speaking softly to her. "Sanya... Sanya... Sanya.... deary deary, what have you gotten yourself in to. All of this pain because of a boy? In love with an angel. A fallen angel. A betrayer, a liar. You idiot child." Bikko gently brushed away the girl's bangs that were sticking slightly to her forehead from beads of sweat the night terrors were causing.
"But of course you don't know this yet and for that I am sorry. I wish I could tell you sweet heart, I really wish I could... It's going to hurt... like a pain you've never felt before." The pale haired girl with the one good eye leaned over, her pale red lips inches away from Sanya's own lips. "Do not worry though, I will always be here for you. I will be your savior." With the sickening grin returning to her face, she slowly raised up, tilting her head curiously at the younger girl still dealing with the shadows in her mind.
Another flash of silver, Bikko raised the kitchen knife up in front of her visible eye. Now looking at it curiously, thinking, tilting her head from side to side. Finally, her gaze returned to Sanya as she lowered the knife near inches away from her neck. Such a distinct sound. A sickening sound to most but it made Bikko grin even more as she slowly drug the knife's point across the soft skin of Sanya's neck. Her aim wasn't to see crimson on this night and not certainly from Sanya, not from herself. "Baby girl... Baby girl.... this will finally break you and when it does, he will be waiting for you to come home. He's sorry about taking your arms, he really is but you just made him so angry. He doesn't want to see harm come to you little one, instead... he wants everyone you've ever loved to suffer." Her words remained soft, only a whisper in the dead silence of the night.
She quickly retracted the blade, keeping it tucked in by her side but she did not remove her gaze from Sanya. Ash began to fall on the bed side, staining the pristine sheets with their touch, the ember beginning to fade as the cigarette reached the end of it's life. Bikko turned her back towards the bed, slowly sliding down against it till she was sitting on the floor. She lit another cigarette and placed it between her pale lips. "Sweet dreams Sanya."
