• The cold air sent shivers down my spine, as the heat flowed swiftly away from me. My body felt numb, to the core. I felt uneasy, like what I was going to do was killing me.
    In truth, it was.
    I wobbled, holding on to anything within my reach, as I clamped my own hand around my throat, trying to breathe better, to stop the pain from my lungs as each breath cost pain, and energy. I couldn't do anything.
    My time was up, but so were theirs. I knew that if I was going down, someone would fall with me.
    As who I am, it was a vow. I tried to take a deeper breath, wiping the dirty blood off my lips, the blood on my cut.
    I vowed vengance, as I stared out to the man before me, as the others who had come here to rescue me slowly died.
    I wasn't going to let him kill my one, without a fight.
    I had given all I got, but I wanted him gone.
    "For the Kiyama, you are a very weak girl." The dark voice mused, laughing.
    "I, am not a girl." I panted. Speaking hurt more than breathing.
    "Than what are you? A boy?" He laughed at me, and took my wrist in his hand. His grip was strong, and he threw me to the floor, my head hitting the wall. "Not with those looks."
    "You b*****d." I choked, staggering. I put one bloody hand on the floor, trying to push myself up. My arm wobbled, and I fell back down, panting.
    "Don't worry, Kiyama. they will die slowly, filling their minds with lies. I'll especially make Jasper suffer the most." He laughed a dark, evil laugh as he named my love.
    That did it. I put both palms up against the floor, and pushed myself up, giving the man a dark stare with my red eyes.
    The heat came at me like a bullet. My arms were alight, and I stared at the man, while my hair blew in all directions by an invisible force.
    "You ******** bloody b*****d." I growled, stepping closer to him. He glared.
    I charged, ready to kill.