Caitlyn

Caitlyn stared down at what had once been her father. But now was nothing but a bloody mess. She sighed in absolute bliss as realization dawned on her. She was free. She was free of the man that had hurt her, the man that had made her feel so worthless.

Caitlyn surveyed her surroundings in absolute boredom. Now that he was gone there was nothing to do. She could of course use them as targets. But that wouldn't appease the demon within her that thirsted for revenge, it thirsted for blood.

Caitlyn let her arms fall to her side. She was tired, oh so tired. It seemed that every move she made hurt. But then it would be living without pain. Sounds to her right made her turn, finally becoming aware of the figure that stood in the shadows.

The shadows started to dance with delight as Caitlyn made her way to them. Pale arms appeared within the writhing mass of darkness. She latched onto the arms and caressed the hands lovingly. She had missed them. She had missed the scent of death and decay.