Drider#3

	Minutes turned into hours as I lay on that floor. How much had I hurt those people that day?  The worst part was the fact that I took a perverse pleasure from the experience. The spiral of thoughts and feeling seemed overwhelming, it wasn't until much later that I ended up getting to my feet. Night had fallen since I had entered and the curtains of the room were open to the city lights. The city, to my tear stained gaze, seemed full of life and filled with people. It seemed that it took something like this for me to see how many people and lives there actually were. I decided that I needed to either find a way to fix myself or find a way to stop causing harm. There was no way I could talk to any of my friends anymore, they all  probably thought I was a murderer, I didn't want to get any of them hurt anyways.

	It was then that I heard a sharp click as the door to my room was opened, I hurriedly looked behind me in surprise only to find what looked like someone from the hotel staff, a young girl in the uniform. “Excuse me,” she called through the dark towards me. I was standing on the opposite side of the bed from her so she thankfully hadn't noticed my, abnormality, yet.”I'm here to check up on if you're finding the room acceptable.” “I'm fine.” I told her “No need for anything yet, I was about to get some slee-” I was cut off by her stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. I felt a chill like I was staring down a bear or a cougar. I felt my body enter something of  a combative stance “What's wrong?” the girl cruelly sneered at me, “Didn't get to hurt enough people?” I could feel her eyes burning into me, “Didn't get to make enough people cry?! This is why we can't have monsters in this world!” I was taken aback, struggling to come up with a response she began to take some sort of stance and began to chant in some strange language. I backpedalled unconsciously partly climbing up the wall, my limbs fanning around me

	Suddenly there was a flash of orange light as the girl seem to surge into flame, her clothing replaced by a flowing dress and cape that looked like living flame. She drew a sword out of the flame, a sabre with a hilt of gold and a blade of platinum. There was an intense fire in her eyes as she levelled her blade, “This is the end. Now say your prayers!” She suddenly lunged forward and I instinctively pulled my hands up and blocked her with my conjured pistol. There was a scraping of steel against steel as the blade was deflected to my side and into the wall. This did not count me safe however as she radiated with a heat that seemed to blister my skin just from being near.

	I crawled up on the ceiling, taking shots with my gun as I went. She jumped up on the bed while deflecting the bullets with ease and letting out a scream as she swung the blade horizontally towards me. The blade carved into my breast letting forth a spray of blood as is cauterized the wound. I let out a scream of pain as I spasmed and fell off the roof, the wound had already begun to close before I had even hit the ground but she showed no sign of letting up. Jumping and plunging towards me, I rolled out of the way and started to channel magic, I blasted her with a focus spike of mental energy and covered myself in darkness. I had decided, this was a fight for my life, and I wouldn't lose.

	I began my counter attack while she was still reeling, shooting her with my pistol over and over, she seemed to shrug off the bullets despite them being direct impacts, but that wasn't my only goal, backing away as she recovered I laid a low hanging web. Shaking her head she dashed towards me getting caught on the pseudo-tripwire, she didn't seem too fazed by this and started lobbing fire towards me. I let didn't let it hit me and hopped backwards, unfortunately, this gave her time to cut my web. She was soon ready to fight again, and I could only rely on my instincts to guide what I did next. I could feel something akin to a curse leave my lips, a strange heavy word that hurt my consciousness, a strange heavy word that sundered the air as it was spoken, a strange heavy word that forgot itself once mentioned.

	The air seemed to stop and light feel from the room. The other girl seemed to gasp and her eyes widened in fear as she fell to one knee, her eyes were unfocused as I felt the mana drain from my body “Wha-, How did...” she muttered as blood started leaking from her eyes ears and nose. “This can't be-” She fell to the ground, dead. A soulless corpse that has been defiled by the darkest magic. One who has been claimed by the powers unknown.

	I fell backwards drained and confused. She was dead, a girl I didn't even know the name of dead. I felt sick to my stomach and overwhelmed with a vile happiness at the same time. I killed her. I used some strange magic and ended a life. Someone who only wanted to protect others. And yet... I felt good. Strong and revitalized. I couldn't handle it and I began to vomit.

	After who knows how long I got up and cleaned myself off in the bathroom, leaving the corpse sitting on the floor, I couldn't bear to look at her. I left my room without even sleeping there, I had to be somewhere alone. I climbed out the window in drider form and made my way to the roof, once I was there I wrapped myself in stolen blankets from the room and tried to get some rest, my thoughts spinning like a top on it's final rotations.