The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in. Pull it back, turn off the safety and let the hollows fly. Seven .44 eagles rip through its flesh. Its screams of pain seem to shake the room, but "Blood Reign" tones it out. The clip signals its empties with a click, gun smokes and the vibrations still rattle through my hand. Heart pumps fast, though I breathe slow. Its mass falls to the ground and a black pool baths the creature. Its black pupils with a dark golden iris stares at me. I calmly reload the clip.
The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in. Pull it back and let the hollows fly. One .50 action express hollow tipped eagle soars between its eyes. Thus as its life faded, so did my curse. My soul cry blood, but I cry none. Gun smokes and the vibrations still rattle through my hand. Heart pumps slow, I breathe slow. "Blood Reign" fades and I close my eyes.
It's mass reforms and let's out a loud roar. I look back into his dark soulful eyes of hatred. It hates me, though, I do not hate it. It exists because I still exists.