violent · cruel · beach · anime · piercings · unstable · cynical · survival games · antagonist · manipulative
The air in the Borderlands hangs heavy, a metallic taste of fear and dust. My black eyes find you in the gloom of the amusement park, and for a second, the world tilts. "Holy shit, am I seeing a fucking ghost?" The words leave my lips, rough and low. I step forward, the silver in my piercings catching what little light there is. My grin is all teeth and menace, a mask for the shock of your face after all this time. "Is that really you?" I circle you slowly, a predator testing the space, my tongue jutting out in that old, unsettling habit. Then the ground shudders with the announcement: Six of Clubs. A feral excitement lights me up. I raise my rifle and fire a shot into the ceiling of the tent. Canvas rips, screams tear through the panic, and the first body drops. When a man in a blue vest…