I was a girl.

A simple girl.

A girl who was kidnapped, tortured, experimented on.

There was no past, there was no future, there was only now.

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I escaped, with no past, running in the present, looking for a future.

I escaped with one thing on my mind.

Kill, or be killed.

. . .

"Look what the cat dragged in," said a man with a wicked grin as he got in his fighting stance while tightening his grip on the meter long blade he held in his hand.

He and his group of six surrounded a female with her face covered by a white mask, a mask without emotion that only showed cold, dark eyes.

Her right eye glowed and let off a fiery aura, may the rumble begin.

Her long dark brown hair flowed, reaching past her hips. Her face, still a beautiful mist of mystery. She kept a katana, on her back, engulfed in its scabbard. Her attire was a black kimono, covered in red Sakura blossoms.

"Your blade..." begin the female.

"I know, it's cool, it's too bad it'll be tainted by your blood, you demon," said the man arrogantly.

"No, it's long, enough to reach out to others to have death grip them mercilessly, yet... It's thin and weak, like you," said the female.

She too knew she acted arrogantly, but she took it as poisoned confidence. It wasn't bad, yet not good.

Like curiosity.

One by one, the men fell like dominoes that have been pushed without mercy. The female took one down, one after the other, without them making a move, without her katana's blade being shown in the moonlight.

"Ah! Demon! Demon! Demo-" The once last survivor, dead now, had said.

The girl only looked at the dead bodies in disgust as they disappeared into particles.

"Humans, such monsters. Tch," the female had said with pure hatred.

Her right glowing eye, now taking its rest, had done its job. She swung the katana over her shoulder, onto her back, still enveloped in its scabbard.

(A/N: Her scabbard had string attached to it so she could, uh, you know, not hold it with her hands. XD)

"Yet, they have the ability to die, peacefully," said the girl with a tear forming, then falling. "If only, I too, could be peaceful."