Amelia stood over the gasping Tifa and Leon as the knelt on the cold ground in front of her. She hadn’t even broken a sweat. “You…b-bitch…” Tifa glowered at the woman, if that was what she could be called, in front of her. She had long black hair that curled at the middle of her back and dark soulless eyes stared emptily at her prey. Her blood-stained grey t-shirt had been torn and poorly stitched back together countless times, it barely even covered her breasts, and she wore thick black pants and heavy, metal-tipped boots.
Amelia looked like a prisoner all the way from the tip of her boot to the curl of her lip. She had become the walking dead ever since the death of her master. Now, she just wanted everyone to feel like she felt. The only thing that felt alive on her now was the crooked smile on her face. How had this fight even started? She walked through the gate and her heartless ran forth to find something to eat. How dare they try to insist that they starve. Heartless need hearts to survive and they were all she had left.
Heartless surrounded Leon and Tifa as they strained to stand back up. Tifa began to quiver as the reality of their impending death sank in. Finally, Amelia spoke to them for the first time, “Don’t worry. I won’t prolong it. I had fun. Too bad we can’t play again.” Reaching into the darkness that swirled at her feet, she pulled up a heartless that turned into two battle daggers she held at her sides with deadly intent. “So, who’s first?”
Amelia looked like a prisoner all the way from the tip of her boot to the curl of her lip. She had become the walking dead ever since the death of her master. Now, she just wanted everyone to feel like she felt. The only thing that felt alive on her now was the crooked smile on her face. How had this fight even started? She walked through the gate and her heartless ran forth to find something to eat. How dare they try to insist that they starve. Heartless need hearts to survive and they were all she had left.
Heartless surrounded Leon and Tifa as they strained to stand back up. Tifa began to quiver as the reality of their impending death sank in. Finally, Amelia spoke to them for the first time, “Don’t worry. I won’t prolong it. I had fun. Too bad we can’t play again.” Reaching into the darkness that swirled at her feet, she pulled up a heartless that turned into two battle daggers she held at her sides with deadly intent. “So, who’s first?”