Shinzoku no Kirin [p]

[☆ F ☆]

Crimson. It flowed like wine, smooth, dark, and welcoming; a staining ink most avoid, a dire fluid coming forth only during a most unfortunate moment. Yet while most detested and feared the sight of it, I reveled in its wake, relishing its bare essence, worshiping its elation, and ensuring its continued existence, all so that I could ensure mine - I was talking about blood. And in this case, the blood flowed true. The woman was first, but her foolish partner was quick to follow along.

"Tch..."

"...what a joke."

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I had not noticed the rioting up until now simply because I had focused so hard on my effortless murder, though my clones, less intense and aware their presence was merely distractionary, had immediately taken to the scene. Like two opposite personalities they'd react, one laughing, pointing out the humor behind the suddenly fighting crowd, which made no sense, while the other cursed under his breath, upset his victory did not continue its celebration with the chanting of his name; and then there was me, their masters. I was, of course, silent.

"..."

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Stone cold and stoic, I was a man of steel complexion, hardened in my emotions and privy to no one. I was well aware of my victory and the chaos it had ensued, but unlike my more emotional doppelgangers, I was much calmer due to the certainty of my predictability. Coming in to the situation I had acted as the odds in my favor dictated, and smoothly weaved through "danger" in order to incur some terror of my own. Wonderful. I was coming right along, wasn't I...?

Now time to collect.

- E X E U N T

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[chiatsuki]

+ 38 x 2 = 76 [gene]
+ 45 [fina]