Carnage had ruined me. Stripped the innocence from my flesh and soul. Branding me his own. Digging into the depths of my heart, finding fears when I believed I had none. Now that they were known I feared nothing. Not death. Not torment. Not life. Not yet...
I felt nothing but this growing need to look into the face of fear and spit in it. So when my body is thrusted into wood and he is seething, I simply grin. A manic chuckle escapes as he releases me and turns his back to me. Wrong move! A flick of my tail was all that it took to turn tassels into tentacles. The drapery of electric cords tingled on my nape as well. Scarlett eyes narrow on him as I hiss, "It's you or me clown! Maybe you aren't the killer you claim to be. Just a pathetic wanna be." I taunt as I follow his movements with my own. Slashing my tentacles across my hindquarters. The burning sensation igniting my predator inside. Do it! I chant in my mind.
I dare you...
