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A man with red eyes haunts my days and my nights.  Every second he is around I feel as if it might be my last.  His demeanor  is ruthless, a stone cold murderer.  Our work and training is grueling, a never ending loop of broken bones and bloodied, ripped flesh.  Every command he barks at me shatters my bones into fragments so small I don't think they will ever fully heal.

Today is different.  

Today, he has a special visit planned just for me.  An old friend has come to visit me, or so he said.  I stand in the stale, grey room and stare down at my heartbreak.  

Devastation and pain rocket through my body, breaking more bones.  I crumple to the ground in a weeping, sobbing heap that goes by the name of Sora Edwards.  I do not think my broken pieces will ever fit back together again.  I hug my chest, as if the small action might cause my pieces to reshape and mold as one.  My gut-wrenching sobs prove me otherwise.

I wish it was me on the table.  It should have been me all along.

I have failed my parents. 

I have failed my family.  

I am nothing.

Denae's cold, lifeless corpse lays on a metal table in front of me, her eyes dead and dull. The scent of death hangs in the air around us, masking all of my senses. Her body is turning blue, blood stains her tattered dress.

I cry so hard I start to wretch up the scraps of my previous meal.  I expel the food, spilling it over the cold, concrete floor.  I shake ferociously, before finding my way to my feet.  The stench of vomit soon fills the room.

Her skin is lacerated, some of it dangling in chunks from her legs and arms.  Bites, hunks of her porcelain skin and flesh have been taken.  Her guts hang from her abdomen like ruby and pink ropes of silk.  

Her death was a struggle.

"She put up a good fight," Red Eyes said to me, reading my mind. His voice holds no sound of remorse. "She didn't scream much though. Such a pity," he added. "Not as much as you will."

"She tasted so succulent too.  Like a nice steak, only very rare."  His teeth glittered in the room like freshly sharpened fangs.  

He ate her.

I cry out but nobody can hear me.  He deserves to die!  I want him dead!  He mutilated Denae and ate her!  My fist flies though the air to connect with his face-

He stabs me before I could ever touch him. My blood pours over the granite stone floor, making a trail down my clothes. My lips open only to have strangles noises leave. He retracts his knife, making a gut wrenching wet sound as the blade leaves my body.

A sick smile curls on his lips, showing his teeth. Unnatural and predatory.

His eyes change from red to a mossy green, striking.  It reminds me of the woods near my house.  The room smells of woods and pine needles; familiar earthy scents that take an edge off of the fear.  It reminded me of home.

I wish I were dying at my house.

"I've only just begun the fun with you darling."

My body falls to the floor, and soon I am dead.

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Posted on February 5, 2017.
Edited on February 6, 2017.  Sorry for the errors.

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