Ember's Story

Ember laughed diabolically to herself as she balanced on the windowsill of the small church. Several humans lay dead on the floor and in the pews. Fire was burning on almost every body. Blood and guts painted the room an angry red. She cackled again. She'd saved the priest especially for last, and had killed him slowly. 

"What fun. That was almost too easy."

She transformed back into her human form: her hair shortened, ears rounded, fangs shrunk back to normal, eyes returned to an eerie hazel. She was now a normal human girl. 

Laughing silently to herself, Ember jumped down from the window and into the streets, and not a human saw the chaos. She was positive that the next newspaper she saw would have the massacre on the front page. And no one would ever find out who did it. 

Ember watched the fight unfold from a secluded position on a nearby rooftop. Although she was in her human form, she still did some things that a normal human wouldn't, like climb up a brick wall to see this fight. She'd climbed up the other side, and made sure she was not seen.

The black-haired boy, the instigator of the fight, was slumped against a wall, losing consciousness. The corner of her lip lifted upwards, a weak smile. She felt her palms heat up; her demonic fire begging to be unleashed. Ember did want to kill the boy, but he was weakened. It wouldn't be much of a fight. Also, he seemed... different. She shook her head. Now was not the time for such contemplations. She decided she would finish him off, if not for her own amusement.

Without worry of causing harm to her human body, she simply jumped from the rooftop into the alley. Her boots made a heavy clunk sound as they hit pavement, slick with rainfall. Her fire could burn in rain, of course; it would be weaker, but it could still work. But, she was feeling... cruel. Ember drew her sword and stepped towards the black-haired boy.

Adam did not know how long he was there. All he knew was the pain would not go away, he wondered how much he had bled already. He glanced around seeing no one and cursed his luck, "should have gone home...wonder how my brother is doing? If he will miss me?" he thought to himself as he once again tried to move. That caused him more pain and what was meant to be a scream of pain was a whistle of air escaping his lungs as blood dribbled from his lips. He clenched his teeth and tried again with similar results. "Am I really going to die here? I guess I took my last gamble then..." he thought, it actually brought a smile to his face. "guess I cast the die and lost." he muttered.

He heard something land and could barely make out a figure, "H-hey! Can you get help?" he asked them, he was unable to make out the figure, his eye sight blurry, and the rain didn't help at all. He grimanced as he tried to move a bit hissing in pain. He coughed up more blood and squinted his eyes to see the figure more clearly, only to see something pointed at him, something that looked an awful lot like a sword. He leaned his head back and glared a bit, "Really? You are really gonna skewer me with that?" he asked as he pushed himself to his feet wobbly, though it drained a lot of him he did not want to seem weak in front of a would be attacker.