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Hmm, I would say that the bluff worked but...

The silver eyed woman, the one who is obviously in charge of the new arrivals, issues what I assumed to be an order, causing the red and green eyed women to fall back, but instead of a sense of relief, I feel like I have fallen into checkmate.

They know I am at my limit; I can see it in their eyes. They aren't even bothering to cover the potential escape routes anymore. If I were not on my last legs, oh how I would love to show them the folly of underestimating me.

My eye twitches in irritation as their long, black cloaks and white masks stop me from being able to predict and analyse their movements effectively.

If they had come a little earlier when that black door was still standing, somehow empowering me, I could've eliminated them and continued with the only purpose I have ever known. To kill the six people who escaped. Three robbed men, a silver armoured man that disappeared into a puff of green smoke, a fox tailed creature that was hiding in the shadows and that God damned, cursed black knight.

Somehow I know I was born in this dark pit, with nothing but rage, a profound sense of loss and deep hatred for those who stood before me. To add to my confusion, even though there is no logical explanation, I can somehow talk, although in a different language, am capable of rational thought and even understand abstract concepts like gravity and physics.

If I was just born, then how do I have so much knowledge and if it is natural, why do does it feel like it's so wrong?

Whatever, it's not like it really matters anyway. Even if I have no clue to who or what I am, it does not affect what I have to do. I need to finish what I started and kill the ones that escaped. No Exceptions.

Looking at the scene before me, something at the back of my mind wants me to make an excuse like 'I blacked out due to rage' or 'I lost control' but that would be far from the truth. I was always in complete control and although my anger and grief, which even now I have no idea why I feel this way, caused me to act a little... rashly, I knew exactly what I was doing. Hell, I would love to do it again. Who knows, if I survive this, maybe I will.

I slaughtered those toy soldiers and robed men like a farmer harvesting wheat, but I was arrogant. After the silver armoured man had escaped, I did not learn my lesson and allowed it to happen a further five times. The most vexing being the black knight, who is special. He must die in a slow and painful manner, burning the regret of whatever he did to cause me to feel this way, deep into his soul.

With this line of thought, killing him like the rest seemed too kind, and as he slowed to grab a small girl, I struck, grabbing hold of his arm intending to throw him into the wall so I could savour the kill after I had finished clearing out the trash.

That was my intent, however, like a damned lizard, that bastard's arm fell off, and he sprinted towards where two robed men had just vanished into thin air. My momentum at trying to throw him acted against me and all I could do to stop him from reaching that point was to use my tail... It didn't work, and although I took an eye... that scum escaped.

Ignoring the fact that I had a tail, just thinking about the black knight causes me to grit my teeth in anger as bottomless rage surges forward. Thankfully my new guests distract me by reacting to my sudden change in mood, taking a few steps back.

Calm down. In order to have my vengeance, I must survive. These new people dress and move completely different to the others. Those two women have proven that if they wanted to kill or incapacitate me, then it would be simple. Seeing that they are not phased by the carnage around them and are focusing on me, that means they want something. The question is, what do they want and is it a price I am willing to pay?

While I was reflecting on my short life or at least the bits I could remember, the silver eyed woman had been staring directly into my eyes. Although I find them captivating in a weird sort of way, I instinctively feel that if I were to look away, I would lose, so I stare straight back.

Haha, it's almost like we are dogs fighting for domin-

The thought once again reminds me of the weirdness of my situation, irritating me to no end. Now I am even thinking of creatures I would have no way of knowing about unless I had met them before or at least read about them in books...

Oh, books, something else to add to the 'why the fuck do I know this' list.

Fuck I want to kill something.

I don't know how long I can take this; it's like my mind, logic, and reality are pulled apart... Hell, I even thought I saw a man with a fox's tail earlier, that's two creatures combined into one that I know should be impossible. I would say I was dreaming but the intense pain pulsing through my body points to the contrary and I am forced to accept whatever weird reality I now find myself in.

Fuck it; it doesn't matter. Survive, kill those men and if they feel like talking before, brilliant. If not, I will work something out.

Using my peripheral vision, I once again, for the hundredth time, scan the surroundings for anything that might give me an edge. I would say today’s not been my lucky day. Well, seeing as I can only remember the last thirty minutes or so of my life, I suppose I have little to base that on. Maybe I shouldn't have been so hasty in my purging.

What am I thinking? I can't even speak their language. I could have interrogated them until the cows come home and wouldn’t have got a thing.

I release a small chuckle, causing the woman in front to tilt her head in, what I assume to be, curiosity. I would say normally I am not one for the dark and mysterious act but the reaction is somewhat enjoyable, even if it is coming from a potential enemy.

It's official; I no longer class myself as sane. I should just stop thinking and kick back and enjoy the show. It's not like any of this is actually helping me.

Fatigue assaults my mind as my eyes begin to blur, but I refuse to lose to that woman and blink my eyes one after the other, ensuring they are not closed at the same time.

Without conscious thought, my mind starts to wander, causing the face of the black knight to surface as my body begins to numb.

Oh, how I will enjoy ripping you to shreds. Your screams of anguish and misery... and the others, well, I guess I can extend your fate to them. I mean, what other purpose do I have in life? Maybe I could even include family, pets, friends... wait, if I did that, I would need to do that before killing them, or it would be pointless, making me no better than a psychopath... Yeah... With these kinds of thoughts, I am worried about that.

FOCUS! I can't be off daydreaming when I might not even survive the next five minutes.

The thought of surrendering crosses my mind, instantly making me feel nauseous and disgusted.

No, I will not bow. If I must, I will die on my feet.

Determination flashes across my eyes as I take a deep, painful breath.

I guess I am out of moves, it's your turn silver eyed lady... roll the dice.