Angela Muerte
(From her character background...)
[Angela, part Japanese, was placed in a camp during WWII. This part of her background begins when she was 15, threee years into her imprisonment.]
...That night, after the sun went down, there
was an ear splitting screech and several individuals
came over the wall almost too fast to be seen. Angelina
stared, horrified at the creature that paused to look at her.
Human, she thought, almost hysterically, but with a definate alien cast to his features.
His eyes were two pools of blood red, and his
facial features looked...stretched. casually,
almost lovingly, he reached out and caressed
her cheek with the back of his hand, ignoring her trembling. Gently, he pushed a
wisp of hair out of her eyes, holding her gaze with his own.
Then, faster than she could follow, his hand was like a vice on the back of
her neck and he had buried his teeth in her throat.
Angelina felt the needy sucking at the found in her throat, she felt
her body grow cold, her heart falter, and a beautiful lassitude steal over her limbs.
Just before the world dissapeared completely, she felt something brush her thoughts. He had
shown her what it felt like to hold a fragile, newborn life in her hands, and to feel it's stuggles as she crushed the life out of it.
As her heart trembled on its last beat, his mind became a single wordless question.
...?...
Yes.
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