01/ Under the Moonlight Red Flowers, gold threads and silk-wrapped Nephrite
Green foggy eyes stood with shudder.. He gripped the ax in his hand tightly and ran! The bulge in his throat was his swallowing, slowly slipping away. He pursed his lips. No, normally he would never clash with harmless people. But this time it's different. He was not a good person anyway, but this balance was going to be broken tonight. Now, not only those who deserved it, but also tears would burn next to the dry.
He was selfish. He is aware of this, but how can he accept it?!
The thin lip curl was flat, in contrast to his hysterical mood. Those eyes are dark as if dipped in ink.
He didn't have time. His patience has been exhausted a lot. Each night was filled with nightmares illuminated by the moonlight, where bloody flowers bloomed, as his soul dwindled.
The smoke leaking from his lips choked the surroundings. The green mist was advancing and breaking into pieces, turning to dust and destroying the place it touched like black ants climbing up. There is nothing left of the eroded place. Clouds shrouded the dark color of the night with ash gray and raised chest.
Raindrops were beating slowly. His mood was as hectic as this downpour. Standing there while several people were rushing around in the rain gave him the illusion for a moment that time stood still for him. He lifted his head and fixed his gaze on the high-rise apartment.
He gripped the handle of the ax a little tighter, a screech in the wet mud, and he strode forward. He entered the building. He got on the elevator. It didn't take long. He paused for a moment as he stopped in front of the apartment.
He didn't want to do that either. However, he could not wait any longer in the stalemate he was in. It made him feel like he was going to go crazy as the seconds passed. Every night under the moonlight... long strands of gold swirled around... tangled in the flowers, and blood dripped drop by drop... the white silk represented guilt dyed into sin.
Unable to loosen his clenched fists, he knocked heavily on the door and unintentionally applied some force. Then he was stunned. What's the point of being kind when you're not here for a good cause? He stretched out weak fingers, and the iron softened under the poisonous mist like ice melting.
"Click-" the door opened.
It was a completely dark room.
The night would cover all the flaws. Only pure souls dare to shine, while the rest only escape. The whole night mist seemed to wrap its arms around him. His body, which was left open, was suddenly sinking into the darkness of night.
Along with his heavy steps, all the mist seeping from his body surrounded him. Everything electronic was suddenly crashing into the barrier as if it had met an obstacle.
It glowed like nephrite in the dark, emitting a dim light. It was more muffled than the dark of night. Brilliant but poisonous.
Just as the most poisonous mushrooms in nature always have the most attractive appearances. Edibles are only when they are dull and unpretentious.
The cold smoke spewing from his nose indicated the faint breathing sound, and that moment. When the peculiar smell of his body, wrapped in a soft-blooded but sweet scent, was felt, that sharp green with a strange dark appeared.
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"Red plum blossoms" gently fell from the ax to the ground. The liquid is bright red, dripping.
He was faced with green blue. The blue behind that silver hair that remained bright even at night almost illuminated the surroundings. Even if she was startled, she acted quickly and ran to the window! He had already locked the back of his prey as the boy rushed through the window.
His thin fingers, which did not bend, turned even whiter. "I'm sorry, but I don't regret it: there was no one to hear her whisper in the empty room.
"I'll pay you back-"
He talked to himself and made up his mind, and in just a second, his silhouette faded to appear in front of the window. He was only a few inches off the ground when the boy had just jumped. As soon as he turned around, their eyes met.
It flickered like sharp green flames.
"Haah," startled, he sighed and ran. His reflexes were top notch. For a long time he was as successful as a prey mingled with hunters. Unfortunately, he felt the breath of naivety that he couldn't get over. If it was a year or two later, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to catch up.
He proceeded by drawing a zigzag.
Even if the child runs fast, it is useless even if the person pushes his limits.
His opponent's body seemed to float gently with a force unaffected by gravity. It was like an arrow shot from a bow when it was supported by the wall and suddenly pushed. Her silhouette blurred from the speed, the green light flashed for a moment as her long hair fluttered.
Eventually the boy stumbled and fell into a puddle. When she lifted her head, their eyes met. His own body was still blurred and dark in the mist. The boy's eyes, on the other hand, changed from a fight-or-flight response when cornered, to a tendency towards the most difficult option. The blue turned a clear, crystal red.
Only that night did the sharpest green appear, but it shone like a red flame as bright as a pomegranate.
Ax crawling on the ground. The slow sound strained the environment even more, bringing it to the breaking point.
Long black nails stood out from the boy's delicate white hands. The ax and the nail… were as hard as steel, and the spark seemed to light up the night for a moment.
He was truly a formidable opponent.
It looked like a white tiger cub that needed time to grow up.
Two shadows.
That night, he disappeared and was seen again. The dust on the ground trembled, and the water trembled with his feeble voice as drops of blood hit the water.
That night, the moonlight couldn't reach its hands to the earth. Clouds like a thick sheet of quilt quickly foamed with anger, and the light flashed in an instant as the harsh lightning swept through the night.
When there was light, the silhouettes of two eyes, one red and one green, were illuminated, while that red slowly faded in the darkness that reigned again after the lightning strike. The green fog has declared its dominance everywhere.
If a lightning bolt in the dark night somehow only illuminated it for a few seconds. Luminosity is dim. At night, it will press again and again. The dominion of the morning will only be for a time, the throne of the evening will never be lost, by any means.
Drops of water washed the earth. But it never reached those dirty hearts. He could no longer feel his hard, pitch-black heart. He stared at the boy lying on the ground indifferently.
He didn't care about anyone else's life or death.
He will not hesitate to use any means just to achieve his deeds.
-To be continued-