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There was a quiet whisper of wind as it blew through my hair. As black as the night. All the while my feet traveled inch by inch. Through that dark subway. Each and every step taking me closer and closer to that ever distant enemy.

For they had come closer and closer. They had disturbed my march towards those orders of mine. Not that I cared for them. No, not at all.

But that in itself was the parody. For I wanted nothing more than to ignore each and every order of them. Only to be brought back by that demon. Within and throughout.

Within. The demon within me that reveled in every drop of blood taken and spilled. The demon that was demented, wanting only to spill blood upon the floor. Not caring whether it was mine or another's.