Action/Horror genred. Black Rock Shooter somewhat belongs in here. She belongs to not me, but to Nagaru Tanigawa and his colleague. Hey, it's Fan Fic for God sake. -------- 'When Heaven aims their guns at you, angel bullets will soar through. Your concience's a lightyear away, can't feel no fucking pain. Wounds will open, hearts will bleed, demons will have sympathy.' ----- The singer moans into the microphone, the lyrics causing my heart to beat irregularly. The beating continues, damnit. "You're God's slaying machine—" ... God's slaying machine. The slurred lyrics make me woozy. Wild instincts try to fight their way out of my body, threatening to rip me apart. "Blood will ooze from your soul, Guilt shall taint your body—" Blood... It's everywhere... ----- Claws start sprouting from the humans' hands, their facial features dramatically changing. Everybody's in mental panic, scratching at their faces and screaming. "You know you want this, you're a beast in nature, you make me crazy—" Eyes roll to the back of their heads as their skin pales, the skeleton and bones showing. Their mouths foam, and their eyes roll back to reveal red. Their rib bones show and their skin color become gray, their expression craving for blood. "Bloodlust claims your fucking soul, entwined with fate, you're not a saint—" The once-human beasts begin to claw at one another, emitting roars as they scratched off raw flesh. "Satan's pawns, come from Hell, spread the plague, it's an apocolypse—" Killing eachother off, blood splatters the walls. Only three of them remain, the other twenty's dead monstrous bodies slumped on the ground. "... Stop." ----- I'll update later.
Second thought, no Black Rock Shooter. You should totes check the anime out thought. It's BAWS. ------ "Hime-sama." A million voices have spoken inside my head, calling for me. This delusional state of mind is like an aftermath of taking drugs; even if I haven't touched a tablet in years. Stress doesn't seem to make me falter. It's only an emotion that ties me down, and I refuse to be dragged to hell with whatever's trying to do so. Stability. It was something I lack. It's probably because of that reason why I'm who I am today. A bounty hunter. My common sense was a lightyear away from me, literal statements didn't make sense to me. Metaphors, however, never fazed me. Neither did ironic or rhetorical questions. I guess that's why I was up for the job; it was hard to believe there were monsters here on Earth. "Ksk. Oi, Riyuka." The voice came from none other than my trusty friend. "Hai, Hiashi?" "Where's Pei-chan?" Peitsuru. She's the only one he's ever bothered to stick an honorific on after her first name. "In the forest trying to lure out some Wandering Tabashii." Souls. It was always her specialty. Tracking them down, interrogating them, making deals such as giving them a new body. "Again?" I nodded. Hiashi groaned before stumbling away, obviously a bit drunk from the party the entire crew had. The smell of alcohol he was enitting was unbelievably strong, it made me scrunch my nose up just thinking about it. Damn. ----- Later chapt. Fine. Horror/Action/Angst, and I'll throw in some romance if I can.