Snippet #1958377

The boy with the plague doctor mask stands up, his sharp paper appendages retracting, dropping what seems to be a liver on the floor. For a moment, the stoic boy's expression turns into one of purely surprised bliss. He looks at his paper gloved hands, red stained. As he opens his hands and spreads his fingers, he eyes the liver that he's dropped onto the floor, stepping on the bloody organ with gusto. A groan of pure pleasure can be heard coming from his own mouth, his fingers flex as he shakes from the adrenaline. He just felt so alive, and yet.. there's an odd sweetness, a naivety that he was so accustomed to feeling, though it was not him who felt it. His eyes now widened, not with pleasure, but now with pure fear. He knew who had this sort of innocence, but it's been years since he's felt anything similar to it... could it really be his...his beloved sister?

Breathing heavily now, a drop of sweat caressing the side of his face, flowing down his cheek, much like a pseudo teardrop, but soon enough this panic goes away, replaced with, once again, a stoic expression. No, it couldn't be his sister, she was dead, he felt it. This madness, this feeling of being truly alive wasn't him. It was something else much like him, though it was a different entity altogether. Slowly he turns around, the papers that he once donned as clothing, slowly gather into a wall in front of him. These papers slowly shine revealing a bright reflection of the girl in front of him. From the perspective of the girls eyes, he saw how she looked like. Young, though from his own complexion he looked the same, she was couple of inches shorter than he was, odd crystalline 'wings' stretch out from her back to his own interest. The papers descend into his belt in a brief whirlwind, but most of all he was intrigued by her crimson eyes... Slowly he replies," Mr. Paper wasn't hurt at all. Why are you here, little one..." He derails from the subject momentarily. "You have eyes that were once like my sister's." He looks about wondering. "There....there are two of you... Where's the other person you're with...?"

His own eyes drift slowly to meet hers. Suddenly a small giggle can be heard from a distance. He twists and turns, trying to find the source of the sound, only to be struck by silence once more. He bites his lip, wondering how tired he was...