17 June 2012
I watch from the rooftop.
Crouched down in the darkness. Claws at the ready. Waiting to pounce.
My victim wanders along the street below me. Mid twenties, with cropped, dark hair and an athletic build. Male. With those eyes...
Those beautiful green eyes. So enchanting, I want to fall into them, straight into his soul. Even now, the male makes my heart race. Before, I'm sure I would have dreamt about him. What to say to him, how to approach him, how to make him fall in love with me.
Its all different nowadays, of course. My desires, that is. But even now, I appreciate how attractive he is.
I used to be normal. I went to school, had friends, gossiped about boys. Until they found me.
The people, their white lab coats and sterile faces shining down at me through a haze of drugs. The 'this won't hurt a bit' and 'you'll be back home soon'. Lies. All of if, one huge mess.
They changed me. They captured me on the way home from school one day. They needed test subjects without the government's knowledge. I was perfect; a quiet girl, easy to forget. They even drugged my family. Then the tests. One after the other, drug after drug. The operating theatre. Genetic engineering. And everything went wrong.
First, I stopped eating. Then, the anger. Lashing out at all the scientists. The claws. Increased agility. Speed.
Finally, the piéce de resistance.
I take my opportunity as my victim walks into the alley underneath me. No one is around. I pounce.
Claws outstretched, I land right on top of him. The blades on my fingers slice through his shirt, digging into his shoulder blades. Drawing blood. And inhuman moan escapes my lips. A sound of pure lust. Of hunger.
He screams. When will they ever learn? I cup my hand over his mouth. He turns his head, just slightly. It's enough.
I see those eyes again.
Stunned, drawn into those pits of lush green, I stop my attack. Only for a second. My grip on his head falters. He takes the opportunity, throwing me off him across the alley. He's strong. I gasp. My shoulder stings. I hit something. Hard.
Adrenaline sets in. I push through the pain, getting shakily to my feet. I see the man, running up some fire escape stairs at the end of the alley. What a fool. The rooftops are my territory.
I unleash my final weapon.
I feel them emerging from my skin. Deep black and covered in feathers. A part of me now, after those months of experiments. They never guessed it would come to this.
Wings.
I leap from the ground, my wings pounding the air. Flying at a speed unrivalled by any other creature. I am on him in a matter of seconds. The man looks behind him, a look of pure terror on his face. I must look pretty nightmarish, I suppose. Wings the same colour as my jet-black hair. Porcelain skin. Those viscous claws growing from my fingers.
I'm finished playing now. He's made me angry and I want him too much. I need him too much.
Wings spread wide behind me, I land on him, breaking his neck in one clean swipe. I lean in closer, watching the light leave his eyes. Those beautiful eyes.
I bring his lips to mine. Inhaling his scent, I breathe in deeply. From the depths of his body, I see it rising. A ball of pure white. Ghostly-looking, it's tendrils streaking outwards.
He was a good one.
I catch it as it leaves his mouth, drinking deeply. His soul now part of my body.
I leap from the building, this time into the night sky. Stars shine above me, so bright. Such contrast to my dark, wicked heart.
My wings stretched behind me, beating occasionally to give me momentum. I am wild. I am free.
I merge with the sky, my hunger sated for tonight.
~Kirsty~
Wicked Heart • Opuss № I