((Yeah....a fanfic I promised I would write.......it's not written very well but hey..it was fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it anyway! I want comments too! D< lol ))
The night was silent and cold. The light touch of snowflakes to the ground was the loudest sound you could hear for miles away, which was in complete contrast to just a couple of minutes ago. Just a couple of minutes ago, people's screams could be heard. Blood curling screams. But now all was silent once again.
Just outside of a town near London, was where all the screaming originated and as you got closer and closer to to the very spot where the screaming started, droplets of blood appeared on the snow. The droplets turned into splatters and the splatters of blood turned into a human body. That human body became two, and soon the two became three.
A light crunching in the snow killed the silence as a single person's feet walked around the blood. And if you traveled from the person's feet up to their body, you would see that the person wore gentlemanly clothes. A nice pair of slacks and a vest that covered a crisp white, yet slightly stained, button down shirt. A red bow tied up neatly around the said person's neck. Loose enough so as not to choke, but tight enough so that it wouldn't be undone in case any victims decided to pull on it.
Traveling even higher you could see the soft smile of the person, who you could now tell was male, though his soft porcelain like skin could cause you to think otherwise. His nose was slightly reddened by the n** of the night air and his breath let out small puffs of smoke, almost like a dragon who had just devoured a meal with a heated. fiery breath.
His eyes were a gray color, cold as the snow that they watched fall to the ground. A scar accompanied the eyes. A red one that, as with any other scar, carried a story. This scar's story, however, had long since been forgotten, because the person that carried the scar, had now become an entirely different person than the one who had originally worn it. A zig-zag just underneath the left eye, that continued upwards towards the forehead, and became a large red pentagram, that was what the scar looked like back in the day, back when it still had meaning. Even though it still had the same shape, it gave a different feel to it, it had a different look, something that seemed to want to spread out across the owner's face.
The eye that the scar was attached to smiled. They danced with enjoyment as they looked down at the wonderful piece of art that their owner had created. Another crunch in the snow as he stepped forward and away from the corpses and a heated breath followed them, "Blood staining pure snow....it's poetic in a way, almost like a sad song...." The male spoke. His voice as soft as his skin.
A couple moments silence once again, as the male thought to himself, trying to think of a melody to go along with the song made up of blood and snow and of tainted purity. As his thoughts continued however, the smile grew into a frown. He turned sharply to where the bodies lay and stared at them each, looking for a sign of life in any of them. He had been sure that he had destroyed them, and destroyed the weapons that they each seemed to carry with them. The weapons made from their God's magical substance. Innocence.
If he had destroyed them, then how could he still feel the aching inside of his body? Stepping towards the corpses once again, he looked to each of them, eying the red headed male and the male with the constant scowl on his face, even in death. Then his eyes wandered over to the girl, who lay there, not a single breath hadn't come out of any of them. They had been positive that Lenalee, the girl's innocence, had been the Heart, the one that if destroyed, would lead to the destruction of the rest of the innocence. Then how? How could he still feel that the damned substance still existed? How could he feel it planning against him, planning it's revenge against him, planning his death?
He remembered long ago, back when he still had his own innocence. Long ago, when he hadn't learned the truth about the world, and it's sin. Long before he became a follower of the Earl, and his plan on destroying every last bit of the forsaken substance, he still remembered it. The feeling of that sickening warmth that it gave off, and the feeling of it writhing in his body, feeding off of him and his life. He still remembered every last bit and he could still feel that it existed in this world.
"Damn it." He cursed under his breath. "She wasn't the Heart, and neither were they..." He growled as he kicked the bodies.
Thinking back he remembered the Earl, his Master, the one who had taught him the truth, had spoken of how the Heart itself could create false Hearts. Hearts to lead the true apostles of God away from it, so that it continued it's lies and false promises towards humanity. He also remembered, that there were still many wielders of the substance left behind in the headquarters. Any one of them could be the true wielder of the Heart. The true Heart.
Kicking the bodies once more and he also bowed to them in a gentlemanly manner, tipping a top hat that appeared from what seemed nowhere. Then taking long and smooth strides away from the scene, he headed towards the organization he once belonged to.
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