Ani-fun-me

Angel's Punishment 

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The sky is dark and cloudy casting a gloom over the city.

 

 

 

The air is cold. Freezing. Her breath billows from her panting mouth in giant moisture filled clouds. It feels like she is breathing ice. There is a slight discomfort in her throat and chest. Other than that, she can barely feel anything.

 

She is numb to everything around her. The rapidly cooling puddle she sits in goes unnoticed. As does the sticky blood clinging to her dark gooses pimpled skin and torn clothes.

 

Light suddenly floods the room, banishing the darkness. She gradually realizes she cannot see out of her right eye.

 

A voice calls out. It sounds so far away. But it still scares her. Her heart pounds in her chest and her already limited vision blurs around the edges.

Slowly, she turns her head towards the source. Her fists clench, causing her right hand to throb.

 

 

A woman, dressed in a leather jacket and red pants, with short green hair stands in an open doorway. Light from the hallway pours in from behind her.

“You found he-” Another person appears, a man with messy dark brown hair and red markings on his cheeks. The words die on his lips when he takes in the scene before him.

 

With her one good eye she stares at them. There is a spark of recognition, but her panic doesn’t leave. She doesn’t trust them. She can’t.

A black blur rushes past the frozen couple. Before she can react, she is pulled into a suffocating embrace. Her body goes rigid and her panic soars. She can’t move her arms! She can’t protect herself!!

 

Roses and a strong metallic scent invades her nostrils. Instantly, she calms down. There is only one person that has that particular smell. The one person she trusts with her safety and her life. The one person she would gladly die for.

She begins to thaw.

 

Everything comes back to her. The aching in her jaw and swelling in her face. The pain in her chest and her dry throat. The pulsating pain in her body and the agony in her right hand. And everything that took place in this room.

Tears fill her eyes.

 

“Y-Yami…” Kyo croaks. Yami’s hold tightens.

“I’m so sorry Kyo...Im so sorry…” The older woman whispers fiercely into her ear. Tears fall freely down her bruised face. Her body trembles from the force of her sorrow and the cold. Kyo goes limp in her friends stronghold. Her fists unclench and a dull chink sounds in the semi quiet room, as a large jagged peice of glass falls from her bloody grip.

 

 

 

Sitting in a large puddle of blood. surrounded by five dead bodies, Yami holds Kyo.  

 

 

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