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; ❀ ; — The scent of blood was heavy in the air. Ragged breaths were all that was heard in the red dyed alleyway, echoing lightly. A skinny figure stood in the midst of it all, corpses splattered across the walls and ground, his hands dripping with blood. Fingers smeared red across his cheeks. Brown eyes were misty with tears, the lenses that allowed them to see properly were smudged with the fluids of his victims.
"What have I become?" was whispered into the hands clasped in front of his face, the vibrant shades of disaster embedding themselves into his mind.
Help me.
Someone
please
help me.
The aftermath of a recent episode. The smell of blood drove Hisoka crazy, the feeling of tearing someone apart and consuming them... But that wasn't what he wanted. He was quiet, he was gentle, none of the things that - when the taut rope between sane and insane snapped - Hisoka really was. The young teen refused to believe that he was bordering the lines between those two, the times he snapped growing and growing, and he feared that eventually...
That would be all that was left.
