[i]"That's right....just a...few more...."[/i]

Shizune willed herself to glare up at the childish monstrosity that now stood above her. Its blank eyes held no emotion, its jaws now extended to an inhuman degree. The pain was unbearable now, and Shizune had to hold back another gag. Now she knew. Now it became obvious. This...this thing had only one purpose. Why else did it have this effect on only her?

It was meant to silence her. To make sure the others had no chance. How cruel this world really was. Always learning...

Gritting her teeth, Shizune pounced forward and landed on the child in one quick leap. The monster didn't even flinch, instead continuing to direct its soundless wail straight at her. 

"Shut up!" 

Bringing her hand down, she clawed at the boy's horrible face, splattering spittle and a black substance to the side. The creature instantly snapped its head back in place, the intensity of its scream increasing by the second. "Shut up!" Another swipe to the face. Again, the same result.

The pain, the atmosphere, the sheer frustration of it all was enough to make Shizune lose it. She began to rapidly swipe now, losing all sense of direction or will.

"I said shut up already! Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!"

The room became silent, filled only by Shizune's bouts of rage and the soft noise of cold flesh being torn and hacked at. At last though, the boy finally became still once more, its sightless eyes staring up and unmoving at its murderer. Shuddering, Shizune rolled herself off the damned thing, standing up....only to retch again to the side.

The pain...still? The crimson steam stung her throat as it splashed on the grimy floor.

Snarling, she whirled around and tore at the grey flesh of the boy's throat in one strike, cleaving it from the rest of his body. The head rolled to the side, disappearing into the darkness of the low light. Lost forever. Panting and coughing, Shizune bent down on her knees to examine the monster closely.

She...she needed to...it didn't matter in the end..that thing succeeded in its twisted goal. One final retch and she had completely emptied all the contents of her stomach next to her. This wasn't good. She was convinced this thing was only after now more than ever.

It wouldn't be long...she had to....bending down at the stump of a neck. Shizune began to sniff the oily black substance that was oozing out of the wound...only to hiss back in disgust. There was no telling what the hell it was, but she just couldn't...then that meant....

Her eyes narrowed into a feral state, and she brought her knees up to her chest. Her body shook violently, only being calmed by the sound of footsteps and voices approaching her. The others? Those idiots! Why would they....well, maybe this was a good thing. Any longer, and she might have lost herself fully.

Hearing the steps get closer now, she looked up and fixed an animal-like stare at the entrance. She [b]would[/b] get it...she needed it..whether they gave it willingly didn't matter. She would not die here. Not now. She would take it by force if she had to.

Fight or flight....she was ready to bear her fangs if it came to that. Red eyes just faintly glowing in the dark, she began to scratch at the floor again impatiently. 

She needed it....or she'd lose her control...

As Shiori made her way down the other hallway, the voices were still rampant. They were everywhere, echoing down the halls, making it impossible to think straight. As if that weren't enough, Shiori would soon find her path to be blocked by a giant mirror, one that took up the entire entrance to...a room where the horrid voices were radiating from. 

A clear and polished mirror, as if brand new....