My Many Masks (Black Butler X Reader) Part 13

Part Thirteen ~ The Dark, Descending

I lost track of the number of people who fell victim to my arrows. As soon as I opened the front door, a part of me snapped, and I began grinning madly with each shriek of pain, each crumpled form. The darkness inside me had been let loose, free from the chains I bound it with.

"You shouldn't come 'round to people's houses uninvited." I giggled with an insane grin on my face, "They may not like it very much!"

After emptying my quiver, I resorted to the knife I had strapped to my hip. Dancing about in the shadows, I quickly claimed the lives of the two men who remained standing. in my maddened state, I couldn't help but frown.

"Playtime is over already? Pity, I was having such fun."

My knife was soon sheathed and I began to collect my arrows from the lifeless heaps that littered the yard. When I reach the final one, I was in for a surprise. He looked to be one of the younger ones, only a few years older than me. His brown hair was matted with blood. My arrow stuck out of his shoulder, just above his heart. His eyes were wide with panic. Green eyes, just like Zach's. I knelt beside the young man's trembling body, and pressed a hand to his cheek.

"Close your eyes. It will be over soon."

His frightened eyes squeezed shut as I drew out my knife. It was over in a moment, leaving my hands stained red. My darkness withdrew, leaving me trembling. Tears blurred my vision. I sat next to the young man's body for many minutes with my face buried in my knees, dwelling on what had happened.

The others found me soon after and quickly ushered me inside. Mey-Rin was kind enough to wipe the blood from my face with a cloth as I sat, staring blankly out the window at the sky. Her voice drew me out of my thoughts

"You should get yourself cleaned up. We can handle the rest."

I nodded dumbly, before making my way to the nearest bathroom. I removed my soiled garments and glanced at my form in the mirror. Most days I forgot I was even supposed to be a girl, not that it mattered either way. The things that bothered me were the scars. My body was littered with ones of varying sizes from many injuries and accidents. Damaged. Blood from the events in the yard had dried onto my skin. Tainted. For once my appearance reflected what I was. Monstrous.

"I always have been a monstrous freak, and I always will be. Why do I try to delude myself into thinking otherwise?"

No matter how much I scrubbed, it felt like the blood lingered on my skin. By the time I was finished cleaning myself, my entire body was red and raw.

When I returned to my room, I found my bow and quiver leaning against the door. My eyes could only rest on the bloody shafts of my arrows for a few seconds. Monster. Freak. Murderer. I shut my eyes, trying to shake the thoughts from my mind. If I let my insanity run free again, who knew what would happen. I would never admit to myself that I was scared. But inside, I cowered in a corner as the great black beast thrashed against its bindings and flung its poisoned words like knives. To be completely and totally honest, I wasn't scared. I was terrified.