Kyran and Eden

The dark hallway reverberated with a howl of anger. Rarely-looked-at pictures rattled as the door at the far end of the corridor was slammed against the wall, making a noticeable dent in the wallpaper. Framed in the doorway was a young man, his white hair as streaked with sweat as his face. As he limped heavily down the hallway, dragging his left foot slightly and leaving a very crimson trail of blood, the moonlight from the tall windows illuminated the sheen of water on his body. He opened the door of the bathroom in much the same way as he had with the bedroom - violently - and stalked inside, crashing it shut after him.

Half an hour later, he opened the door again, much more calmly. His left foot was bandaged, although already blood was starting to show through the soft whiteness. Quietly, he walked back up the hallway, occasionally glancing out the windows, and back into his large bedroom. He didn't bother shutting the door, it would likely as not only be an inconvenience to him later anyhow. He had pondered the idea of ripping them all off their hinges a while ago, but had decided later that it would only make the place untidy. He sat on the bed, glad that his previous efforts had at least pushed the quilt off the bed and into a pile on the floor. It couldn't distract him now as it had before. The large rip down the middle of it bore testament to how angry he could get with items that wrapped around his legs at crucial moments. Finally sure that his energy levels had risen to an acceptable point and that no other inanimate objects would impede his attempts this time, he lay back on the soft mattress and put his hands by his sides. As he shut his eyes he murmured in a strange, yet melodic voice, "let's see him get out of this one..."

When he opened his black eyes again, he knew immediately where he was. After all, he had created this place. And now, finally, it was fulfilling its function. It's myriad traps would at least hinder his enemy's progress sufficiently for him to track him, and have a little fun, before he dispatched him. He smiled cruelly. And he did want some fun. Where was the point in creating a reality as sophisticated as this one when there was no chance to test it out? That pretty little singer...he wouldn't know what hit him by the time Eden was done with him. He would, however, know who hit him. There was no way Eden would let his blue-haired nemesis die before he knew precisely who it was who had destroyed him in such an interesting way. He grinned, running his tongue over his pointed white canine teeth, before shutting his eyes and fading away from the patch in the dark forest. Yes, the hunt was now on.

Kyran stumbled hopelessly through the wood. This surely couldn't be right, he had passed that tree five times already! He could have turned his back to it and drawn it's peculiarly knotted bark from his memory had someone handed him a sheet of paper and a pencil.