47 Am I a Monster...? (1/2)

Reading the text from Ying Yue, Jun Feng's eyebrow slightly raised and he felt a huge ball of worries nestle in his heart, ” What is happening? ”

...

BOOM! BOOM! BANG! BANG!

A sinister and sombre cacophony amplified on the battlefield each second.

Blood splattering everywhere.

Hellish flames flaring.

The deafening noises.

Surviving pleas.

Intoxicated breeze.

Deadly screams.

Flashing beams.

Cries of desperation.

Yells of suffering.

The systemic sound of triggers pulling.

The deadly modulation of the bombs.

A real slaughter took place.

Amidst the red spider lilies' most beautiful art stood its leader, stood the killer, stood the grim reaper.

Beautiful yet surrounded with so much loneliness that even the flowers bled for her, the fane queen laughed with such vileness that it lost its charm and defiled its real meaning.

Ying Yue killed with bullets, with knives, with bombs, with her hands. Her eyes lost it's usually cheerfulness and she let out a self-pity laugh.

She looked around her and only saw the carnage of what happens when she lets loose.

” Am I a monster...? ” Ying Yue pondered as she saw the corpses laying each in a pool of blood.

Ying Yue thought she already felt numb as she killed a lot of people. Ying Yue justified her actions by thinking she had a good reason to do what she does but each time she kills the weight becomes... lighter...

She thought she would feel a lot of guilt if she killed and promised herself to bury her victims in her heart but now...she couldn't even remember one of their features. Was she a hypocrite?

Has she lost sight of herself while seeking her inner peace?

Each time Ying Yue kills, she becomes fiercer, crueller, more brutal, more aggressive.

She had immuned herself to guilt and became an empty killing machine, deprived of emotions and guilt.

Was she even human anymore?

Ying Yue can't remember.

After an hour onto the battlefield, Ying Yue lost control of her body which automatically and viciously killed her enemies. Her consciousness acting like someone in the audience, watching the scene happen. For three hours, her other self continuously killed.

Ying Yue sighed and a single tear rolled her dirty cheek.

” Not again... ”

She stood there. The back straight, her head lifted upwards and her feet stepping into bloodied bodies. Among the surrounding corpses, the result of her slaughter, Ying Yue looked like a fallen queen.