A small flame is dangerous. With each and every second that passes it spreads; consuming everything in its path. A small flame is dangerous, yes. But easily extinguished at the start. Much like a dream. Much like hope... His eyes slowly open, pupils grasping for what little remained of the star's light. Death's aroma hangs heavily in the air; whether it arose from the decaying flesh of those who could no longer bear this destiny, or from the despair of those too frightened to end their own suffering he could not be certain. Not that it mattered, none of it mattered anymore. He closes his eyes, the gentle darkness embracing him as he tries once more to leave his hell. A bell sounds off in the distance, cries of despair and agony accompany it's low tone. A piece coveted by none, conducted upon the reaper's scythe, slicing deep into the sanity of its audience. At least what is left of it. A few of them stumble to their feet and cry out in pain as they trip over the decaying corpses in their attempt to flee. In his mind they are fools for trying. Others weep and slowly rock back and forth, hands clasped over each ear. He doesn't blame them, he too had once tried to block out death's melody. To no avail. The unsightly duet is cut short as the ensemble fades in the distance. Only a handful remained, if only in body alone. His eyes open once more as shrieks of terror echo off in the distance. "I don't want to die. I don't want to die. Brother help me!" a woman next to him whispers frantically, repeating it as if it were a sacred mantra. Her sockets are empty, save for the maggots and filth that fill them. A sick and twisted prize for the Hunter responsible. He wishes it had taken her tongue instead. He sits up, his hair draped over his face, the charcoal tendrils concealing the smile that had crept over it. "Woman" he begins as his fingers dig into her throat "have you ever tasted the flesh of a Hunter?" His grip tightens as he begins to laugh "They said if I drank its blood I would become strong like the Hunters." He screams as the woman's nails dig deep into the backs of his hands, as she desperately tries to escape. "So I ate it, I ate all of it! But it wasn't enough, it still isn't enough. I'm so hungry, tell me why am I still hungry?" He sobs as the woman's hands fall limp to her sides; her face twisted in agony. His grip loosens and the corpse falls to the ground. He stares at his hand. It no longer resembles the rest of his body, the once soft tissue had come to resemble bone. Dozens of jagged blade-like pieces extend from his forearm. A fine point capable of tearing away at flesh rested at the end of each fingertip. "You...you're a monster! Just like those..those things out there!" A man screams as he stares at the other's arm. The man begins to crawl away, a trail of feces following behind him, tears streaming down his face. "Please just lea...leave me alone! I don't want to di-" the man is cut short as a jagged blade separates his head from his body. The other stands. His body filling with excitement as the creature slowly walks to retrieve the blade and claim it's prize. "I've been so hungry" he whispers as he begins to tremble. He can feel as the blood rushes throughout his body, his heart screaming out in joy. The hunter turns in the direction of the voice, all but too late. It's eyes fill with surprise and confusion as an arm similar to it's own pierces through it's chest. An emerald liquid spurts from the creatures mouth as it's world fades to black. "[b][i]FEED ME[/i][/b]" echoes throughout the darkness as the Hunter draws it's last breath....