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[Red]

Red key watching and saw a crimson skin. "Not that thing." Red said with slight fear. Would Seven dare challenge that beast, it had no mind it just killed. She kept watching, keeping herself close to the wall and soon saw the rough skin of the demon. She had seen it before, it had a sharp horn on its head and had skin the color of blood. Then a fierce roar came from the beast.

[Seven Snis]

Something snapped within him, maybe it was just the pressure of the situation. Or perhaps it was the the suspense of his own sanity, brimming so close to diving off into the pit that was insanity. Well, he went in headfirst. His pupils dilated to nothing but black and iris. There was no white in his eyes and maniacal smile like no other spread across his face. It was a smile that sent hardened criminals crying back to the hell pit they crawled out of.
He threw a knife with his other hand, the blade sinking deep into the demon's back with a sickening 'thunk'. He heard the small click as it's capsule released the depressant, it was a poison. He cracked his neck, his head seeming to tick as he walked forward. He gave a laugh as demonic as the beast in front of him.
"How dare you, you f*cking beast? Think you can just challenge me?" He laid a hand on the creature, the roar emanating from it only enticing him further.
He jumped back, his head at an angle that only true maniacs could understand.

[Red]

Red thought Seven was insane and soon just past him and showed no more interest in him. She was heading to the forest, no longer wanting to be bothered by this guy, this world was a little mad. "He is a mad man. Not something I want to deal with. Besides, I think I know why he kills, being insane triggered him." Red whispered as she walked. She knew she had more capability, being half cat heightened her senses. Now she was walking in the direction of the forest, to find her home, the cave.

[Seven Snis]

In a matter of minutes, the beats's head fell to his feet. He slumped to his knees, letting the red headed demon bleed into his pants and long sleeves, staining his pale skin and soaking him crimson. His eyes were still dilated. but he no longer had that crazed smile or laugh in him.
Seven was triggered by insanity, yes, but it was much more deeper than just sanity break. It was more personal than that.
Seven stood, his pale hair falling into his eyes and he slumped, his head down and almost ashamed. And then he walked. He went into God knows where, but here were trees, and he heard a river near by. Following his better judgement, he went to the water's side and fell into it. His head slammed into the sand, his body leaking with blood as his eyes stared off into the distance.
'Mom?'
'Hmm?'
'Where is Dad?'
'Outside.'
A small boy, draped in rags and dirt, standing by his mother ins the pristine hospital. Tears streaked his cheeks, streaming from the boy's odd green and blue eyes.

'Dad?'
'Who are you?'
Screams filling the night as knife met muscle and tissue, pulling and plucking until there was nothing but a bloody pulp. And over the boy, the boy stood, covered in his father's blood.

[Red]

Red looked back once to see what he had done, now she knew a bit more on the human mind and the more she knew the easier life would be. She was in a tree at the begining of the forest. Taking her last few watches of Seven, the insane murderer. He would maybe become a complete cold blooded killer and kill whoever he saw. She soon looked away and saw a man, he was sneaking around and she could tell he saw Seven and knew, maybe he would be caught. It brought a smirk to her face.

[Seven Snis]

The thing you don't comprehend, is that no one, catches Seven Snis. He was a killer to the core and even further. Laying in the small creek, he listened hard, his two eyes closed and slowly narrowing as the steps drew near. His eyes shot open as th shadow engulfed him. With a sick growl, he cut the throat of his precursor in one swift motion. Blood splashed over him, dissolving into the water.
He stood up, avoiding the mass of body and stepping out of the water. His clothes clung to him along with his blonde hair, the black highlights shining like fireflies against his pale skin.
He turned around and started the other way. A more calm expression on his face.