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“If you’re not stupid, Yuri, things will be more interesting.”
Anger.
It was a familiar, almost comforting feeling.
Yuri had been living and swallowing down anger the whole time she had been with Nana and Tubtim.
It had allowed her to keep going, to continue doing their bidding.
Yuri had been feeding on anger all this time, gnawing on it like a dirty mutt on a meatless piece of bone.
But this – this was different.
As her eyes snapped open, as she finally emerged from the water, as she desperately breathed in the oxygen that she no longer needed, the anger that festered in her seemed different, rising to proportions she hadn’t even known was humanly possible.
Perhaps it truly wasn’t – after all, was she not dead? Was she herself not inhuman too?
Yuri stared at the literal blood bath both in front and behind her – the motionless, desecrated bodies of Nana and Tubtim. The lack of a body in the bathtub.
Something was swirling inside her, something foreign and powerful, spreading within her like a parasite and overtaking everything she ever stood for.
She could feel its cold, pitch-black tendrils reaching and feeling out its new host, familiarizing itself within her. It slowly, steadily, entwined itself around her very soul, wrapped around her so tightly that before even a moment had passed, it had already fused itself to her.
Yuri knew that this process hadn’t even taken a second and yet, she could feel every single thing that happened within her in agonizing length.
Time, once a linear, clear line to her mortal senses, stretched itself out to infinity and Yuri felt the seconds that trickled by slipping from her body like water from rubber.
It didn’t affect her.
Once, she was drenched and trapped in the passage of time, powerless to do anything against it.
Now, Yuri instinctively knew that no matter how many years, decades, even centuries could pass by, she would remain untouched by it.
Time held no authority over her anymore.
However, as everything in this world, it had come with a price.
The thing inside her needed to sustain itself on something.
It tried to feast on whatever it could steal from her, to grow and strengthen them.
Inside Her, there used to be no need.
Its previous host had been ripe with almost exuberant power, its very presence already capable of ripping and tearing at the fabric of this world.
But Yuri was different. She had been human. There was nothing in her that could provide it the energy it needed, nothing of its usual food it was accustomed to.
She could feel its desperation echoing within her, its fear of starvation - before it finally found something to latch on.
There was one thing in Yuri that was more than overflowing, the one thing that was even greater than her desire to live.
Such a perfectly fine, fertile soil to use.
Its tendrils immediately took to it with the viciousness of a starved beast.
.
Yuri used to be the one feeding on her rage.
Now, this thing was the one nourishing itself on it, lovingly nurturing and raising her fury to more and more extremes, just so it could fatten itself up even more.
Yuri turned around.
Although long gone, she could still feel her.
Already, she had moved on to the next school, to another human in need of karmic punishment.
Somewhere much more in the east of Thailand.
Yuri could pinpoint her location so precisely as if she was directly looking at her, could feel their intertwining fates as if they were bright red ribbons tied around her neck.
They were connected, so closely that even this far away, Yuri felt like she was standing behind her.
The beast in her growled.
But Nana and Tubtim were already dead.
She could feel the coldness, the emptiness of their bodies radiating from behind her.
These bloody, violated lumps of flesh were just that – dead meat that held as much interest to Yuri as a discarded tissue on the street would have held.
These two men that had killed her were gone too.
She had moved on as well.
Only Yuri remained in this rotten basement, this place that reeked of death, blood and pain.