Chiyoko Reznik D2 WIP

C H I Y O K O

Oh, the king
Gone mad within his suffering
Called out for relief
Someone cure him of his grief

My brown eyes stare out across the training field of the career center. I have never been much of a career, sitting in the back where the small trap making station was. My face, arms, and legs are laced with a thin layer of fat the other, well toned careers tease me about, but it's fine and I don't care. I have my ways of getting revenge against them violently, in ways no body can prove it was me. Traps. That one word travels through my mind all the time, all the time, at the speed of light, flying around my body, making my long graceful fingers move and dance with knots, avoid electricity, and denonate bombs. You see my dear listeners, I am a trapper. My whole body says it, my eyes show how much I want to bind you up in a net that will choke you to death, how much I want to electrocute you, how much I want to see your blood running through ropes.

His only son
Cut down, but the battle won
Oh, what is it worth
When all that's left is hurt?

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Like the stars chase the sun
Over the glowing hill, I will conquer
Blood is running deep
Some things never sleep

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Suddenly I'm overcome
Dissolving like the setting sun
Like a boat into oblivion
Cause you're driving me away
Now you have me on the run
The damage is already done