Bloodless
Killing people was so easy.
Mismatched red and blue eyes gleaming even in the dark shroud which settled over the establishment, Mukuro stood, drenched in the sticky blood of his victims. It was so easy, manipulating them with illusions, possessing the best assassin in the family.
All of it so simple.
Distantly, he could feel the pain in the bodies he possessed as they were shot at, slashed, but he had more will than that. Despite his stature, despite his age, his youth - his will was something massive, infinite. The battered bodies pressed on to his bidding until they were beyond use.
And then they were discarded.
Like the trash they were.
He looked over at Ken and Chikusa - like him, yet not. Quiet lives sullied by one power hungry family, immoral enough to use human experimentation. What could have been, what was. He no longer remembered any of it. There was only the here and now. And the future.
That was his resolve, and the reason he now acted.
A fresh spray of blood splattered the walls as another assassin fell, even as he stood quietly in the midst of the chaos, not even raising a hand. There was no need. They came for him, but they were not fair game. The remaining one lunged at him in desperation.
Staring steadily ahead, Mukuro showed no sign of fear as he twirled his retracted and bloody trident in one hand.
Distantly, he smiled as he felt steel slice through flesh and bone amidst the assassin’s dying screams.
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I'm bored, obviously. You can thank mssekishi -chan for the inspiration.
Mismatched red and blue eyes gleaming even in the dark shroud which settled over the establishment, Mukuro stood, drenched in the sticky blood of his victims. It was so easy, manipulating them with illusions, possessing the best assassin in the family.
All of it so simple.
Distantly, he could feel the pain in the bodies he possessed as they were shot at, slashed, but he had more will than that. Despite his stature, despite his age, his youth - his will was something massive, infinite. The battered bodies pressed on to his bidding until they were beyond use.
And then they were discarded.
Like the trash they were.
He looked over at Ken and Chikusa - like him, yet not. Quiet lives sullied by one power hungry family, immoral enough to use human experimentation. What could have been, what was. He no longer remembered any of it. There was only the here and now. And the future.
That was his resolve, and the reason he now acted.
A fresh spray of blood splattered the walls as another assassin fell, even as he stood quietly in the midst of the chaos, not even raising a hand. There was no need. They came for him, but they were not fair game. The remaining one lunged at him in desperation.
Staring steadily ahead, Mukuro showed no sign of fear as he twirled his retracted and bloody trident in one hand.
Distantly, he smiled as he felt steel slice through flesh and bone amidst the assassin’s dying screams.
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I'm bored, obviously. You can thank mssekishi -chan for the inspiration.