I woke up on the wrong side of bed one day, and everything seemed to piss me off from ticking clocks to screaming children to 'too-nice' people on the streets. I couldn't control myself, and started scratching at my arms and face. A teen came over to the table I was trembling on, and asked if I was ok, if I need help, blah blah blah. I spun around, and grabbed their face, squishing their cheeks until they whimpered, and clawed at my hands. An unholy growl left my throat before I could think to stop it, and this intense urge to tear them to pieces took over my senses. My vision went fuzzy, then black but there was a tiny little circle in my vision through which I watched the brutal mauling of the poor kid. My body moved according to its own desires, and I had no choice but to sit back; I tore their skin off, bit chunks off, drank their blood from every bite I made, and I shivered, a fire burning my stomach, making it twist into something like a knotted rope. I didn't stop until the poor boy had lost all blood, and stopped bruising.

It wasn't enough to satisfy the need, and I slid, slunk, and snuck among the shadows of the moonlit parks, and streets. I suddenly heard the sound of lips smacking, and moaning, and felt drool drop off my lip, I craned my neck to find the source, and found two teens, or young adults, on the tire swing of this like...baby park. I picked up a rock from the ground, and tossed it in the air a few times, waiting for just the right moment where the girl leaned back, and- I hurled the rock towards the man. I pumped my fist in the air when it landed right on his temple. He immediately slumped forward, dead, against the girl who continued to ride him, her eyes closed, moaning louder, until she finished I supposed. I stalked up behind her dead lover, and began tearing at his skin. I licked up each stripe of blood I caused, and let my own moans slip out to mingle with the girl's. "S-so good, I'm gonna cum!" She cried out, I sank my teeth into the man's spine, I had to bend him a bit to get a good angle, and his body jolted from still active nerves, the girl cried out, and continued shrieking until she trembled, and froze.

I bit harder, hearing the bone snap where my teeth were, and the surrounding areas. "Wh-who are you?" I looked up, and flashed the girl a bloody grin, feral, all tooth, and hungry. I tackled her off the guy, and onto the ground ,pinning her wrists above her head, using her bra as a gag for her, and her clothes to tie her limbs together, left hand to right ankle, right hand to left ankle. She cried, and sniffled, trying to wiggle out of the binds. I kicked her right ribs, and stomped on them until the entire cage shattered, and penetrated her internal organs. She went still, and I rolled her onto her front, digging the heel of my boot into the indentations of her hips. She continued to cry quietly, and I was ok with that, I didn't need my victims to be silent. I got bored of just using my body to hurt her, so I went, and looked for anything I could use as a weapon when I realized the whole park was a weapon. I grabbed her by the throat, and dragged her to the swing sets.

She made a sound of protest, and her scream of fear was cut off when I threw her against, and her spine connected with, the giant pole that kept the swing set in the ground. Her eyes rolled back, and had this dazed look in them. As a final touch, I bent down, and pried her eyelids open, licking at her eyeball which had her squirming like ants were under her skin. I liked the way her eye tasted, and licked a few more times before I sucked it into my mouth as much as I could, and bit down. The taste, feel of it squishing, and tearing, and her scream were enough for my hips to jerk a couple times, and make me cum without ever touching myself. While she was dying, I stuffed her face first down the slide, and went into the bathroom to wash my skin clean of blood, and organ...tissue. When I came out, I looked around for a place to sleep but it wouldn't be smart to sleep where I killed people. I went downtown to an area that was currently under construction, and snuck into the house. There were obviously no beds but I went to what looked to be the Master bedroom, and curled up on the floor to sleep.

The next day, I went to visit Solf, and told him about my newest discovery; the eyeball licking. He made the funniest face I've ever seen on him, it was made of confusion, and amusement. "Well that's the weirdest thing I may have heard in a while." I leaned against him, and wrapped my arm around him. "Solf...is it wrong of me to say that I'm starting to miss touching you like this?" "No, it's not wrong. I certainly don't hear it often. Are you hoping something will become of us?" I kissed his shoulder. "I haven't decided. I like getting fucked by you, and touching you, and talking to you. I don't know if I'd go so far as to say I wanna date you." I felt him tilt my head up, and he sealed our lips in a gentle kiss, like one a lover would give. It left me breathless, and hungry for more. "I've heard that just a single kiss could describe your emotions to someone. What do you think?" I licked my lips. "I...I think I want more, I think I want all of you. Everything you have to give, I want to take."

He smiled. "What if you don't call it dating, and we were just together?" I whimpered, and nuzzled his neck, under his jaw, and his cheek. "Can we try? Please?" He chuckled. "You want to be together with me while I'm in prison?" "I want to be together with you wherever the fuck you are." "Then let's be together." I reached up, and tangled my fingers in his hair, gently tugging at his hair, and massaging his scalp. "Can you teach me alchemy in here?" "Well I could tell you the basics, I can't show you how to do things in here. You'd have to do most of the work yourself, that's how we learn, through experience." "I think I can manage that." "Don't be mad when I give you homework, like today. I want you to read up on alchemy, what it is, what it was originally used for, and the rules that all alchemists must follow." I groaned against his shoulder. "Class just started, and my teacher's already given us homework." He chuckled, and awkwardly patted my back. "You poor thing, you sound like you've got it rough." I pressed my face into his shirt. "Sarcasm is unbecoming of you."