[Really short chapter this time, since i was a bit short on time. I tried to go more descriptive in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it! Now hop aboard the hatred train! FYI, don't be fooled by the title :P ]

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My body was screaming in pain from the physical exertion, but I kept pushing on, to get away from this place even if it meant losing my life. Every inch of my body was telling me to run, and not to look back.

And so I ran.

I ran through the alleys and streets of the slums filled with death, trying my best to not look at all the despair that surrounded me.

My legs beat the soil in a specific rhythm, and running became just moving my feet alternatively in a matter of time.

That, or I would go mad.

My mind was an incoherent mass of thoughts, and I couldn’t make heads or tails of what I was thinking about. The only thing that mattered in this world was to run.

My teary eyes scarcely sensed the change of scenery, from the burning buildings filled with demise to that of greenery and trees. My head somehow worked out, even in its extreme exhaustion, that I had left the slums.

But my instincts still told me to run, and without stopping, I kept moving. My body felt like it was stuck in a quicksand, pulling me down into its embrace. But I kept moving, resisting the temptation to give into that heavy feeling, which, without a doubt, will grant me the peace I so desire.

But a voice at the back of my head questions it. It raises the suspicion that I couldn’t hide. A lot of people died there. But why didn’t I?

I could die at any moment. The feeling filled my body, getting rid of the need to rest and give into fatigue. The desire for survival overtook my tiredness, and my feet kept pounding the dry soil, and the scabs and wounds opened up. With bloody footprints, I ran. I ran without stopping, for running is my only solace.

I couldn’t see what was in front of me. My face was a teary mess, and my eyes were covered by a film of tears, hindering my vision. My heart pounded wildly as sweat rolled down my forehead, but I didn’t stop.

More like, I couldn’t stop.

I stumbled on a root and crashed into the ground. The dull feeling of pain wasn’t registered in my head, and all I did was get up again, just like a machine and run.

The sky turned dark, as dark as the night, and I felt an ominous energy on my back.

Sounds of battle resounded in my ears, with metal clashing and explosions occurring.

The sounds bolstered my instinct to run, and inadvertently, I remembered something.

The sister was there in the slums.

I hope she’s fine.

Really, I’m just too pathetic. Even after she branded me as a demon, I can’t help but feel sorry for her. Damn it.

I wiped my eyes with the soggy rags I wore, and kept pushing forward. Thinking about the sister helped clear my head a little, and I began thinking about my next course of action.

What do I do now.

I was in a vast forest, surrounded by trees. None of the animals would attack me, for I knew that their animal intuitions would tell them to run from the black sky.

As if it responded to my thoughts, an even more deep black stained the already dark sky, as a curtain of darkness raced across the air, towards the place of horrors.

My pace had slowed down, and I couldn’t run anymore,exhaustion overpowered me, and I kept walking, my mind feeling like a fleeting dream.

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Every once in a while my consciousness fade, and I got jostled back, shocked by the ground meeting my face. Not stopping, I pushed on, wearily.

My eyes were heavy, threatening to droop. My limbs felt like stones were tied onto them, and I could barely move myself.

And then, despair greeted me.

In front of me, there she stood.

Her blonde hair was flying wildly in the wind, and her calm but clear eyes bore right through my eyes.

“P-pegasus”

She was without a doubt, Pegasus. The cloth covering her face was gone, and what was left was an angel. Her beauty was without a doubt, almost godlike, and I could barely hold myself from worshipping her.

Because I saw.

I saw the blood that stained her arms, the blood that covered her finger tips.

It was her.

Anguish and rage competed in me, in front of this indomitable wall standing in front of me.

My instincts screamed at me to run away from this monster, while my conscious told me to kill her, in order to avenge them. Why? I don't know. I just had to, and that was all I knew. They... were the people who gave me an identity. Even if despised, I was someone there. And now, I was no one. I... have to kill her. Because, that might give me purpose. A reason to live.

“Haaah….”

I sagged against the trunk of a tree, weary with exhaustion. I don’t know what to do anymore. Kill, not kill, run, don’t run, everything seemed meaningless now.

Once I die, won’t I be free of this hell?

Death seemed no more as a nightmare to me, but more as salvation. With tender steps, I walked to her. She was beautiful. A horrific beauty.

Her eyes contained neither compassion nor sympathy, only a compulsion to do what was told.

A puppet.

I, Nexus, was prepared to be killed by a puppet.

A puppet who killed every one i knew. 

A puppet who killed the people who gave me an identity.

And I was going to have her kill me.

Don’t fuck with me!

The rage and emotions I locked away exploded, flooding my head. My delirium instantly vanished, replaced by an irremovable hatred.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill

This bitch, I had to kill her!

I struggled to raise my hand, tiredness holding me down, just to grasp her neck and twist it.

I don’t care if I have to die.

I was meant to die anyways.

I’ll give anything, everything, in order to just kill her. Just to show her despair. To wipe that smug look off her face. Anything. Even this worthless life.

Hatred took over my mind, and something seeped out of me. Something dark and ominous. A black aura that could even take over the brightness of a sun.

My instincts told me to stop, in order to stop the aura from moving out of me, but every emotion and instinct of mine was already replaced by rage.

By a corrosive, fearsome rage.

My vision blurred, and everything appeared red.

No, to me, nothing appeared. Nothing except that woman.

Only her.

I need to kill her.

No matter what.

My prey.