Snippet #1583928

Strength

The full moon of the Otherworld rose high above the desert sands. The dim light silhouetted the figure of a short hooded girl. Two massive mechanical arms hung at her side resting on the ground as her black, vertebrae like tail swung back and forth by the back of her knees. Why must she be so sad? Why do I feel it overwhelming me? Why do I feel.... like I need to kill?... Why?.... It's because of her. Two voices, in her head. Which one was her? Which one was the human? She couldn't tell anymore. Their feelings and thoughts were one and the same. They needed to find her. To kill her. It was the only way. Dead Master. "Yo....mi..." A whisper escaped from her mouth. A bright flash of light. White. A yell. Calling out to someone. She looked to the town not far away. There was someone there. No. More than one. STR lifted her massive arms slowly so that they were barely off the ground. There was someone nearby. A dark figure crossed the edge of the empty town. Their next target.