Grown From Fear
I was awoken by the ringing of the town's brass bell. It rang throughout the snowy hills and throughout my brain as I rose from my bed. My tired eyes peeled open and I smacked my lips quietly, tasting sleep on my tongue. I sat there in the cold of my home, feeling so afraid that my stomach twisted into a knot. I rubbed one of my eyes and wiped cold sweat from my forehead, moving away strands of my hair that stuck to my dampened skin. I looked down at my dull gray hands in fear and sadness, taking a moment of silence for my self before I turned and touched my toes to the wooden floor beneath my bed. I looked outside my window and observed the weather outside. It was foggy and frosty and a few patches of the dead grass were blanketed by snow. I would need my coat today.

I took a deep breath and stretched before exhaling in an attempt to calm myself down, yet I couldn't just shake the feeling of guilt and regret. I walked myself over to a small room in my wooden house that the human men would call a bathroom, approaching a small mirror that was given to me by a close family member. I ran a hand through my messy white hair and reached for the brush, running it through my hair until it looked decent. I opened my mouth slowly and eyed my teeth in the mirror. They were as dagger sharp as ever, indicated by the few healing bite wounds in my cheeks.

After I had tidied myself proper I went over to my closet and slipped into something more formal and respectable instead of my thin nightgown. I changed into my buttoned blouse and wore my formal brown skirt that reached all the way to my ankles. I reached for my winter coat and slipped that over my shoulders, feeling it's warm embrace as soon as I snuggled into it. I approached my door, slipping my feet into my winter boots and tapping each toecap against the floor before opening the old door of my house. It was more cold than I expected it to be. I shivered and watch my warm exhale drift away from me. I started to head for the stables and as I got closer, I could hear the frantic anxious pacing of my sister, Ysmeina. I grabbed a hold of the cold metal handle of one of the stall doors and opened it. It creaked loudly with age and startled it's occupant. Ysmeina stared at me with all her three eyes, her third one especially struck my soul with a sense of betrayal and utter confusion. It was a beautiful yellow, quite a rare color among the community of purple third eyes.

 "Oh, Ysmeina.." I choked out and nearly wept right there. I approached her and she snarled, baring her fangs to me. I looked to the bridle hung on the wall by a nail and took it down and stared at Ysmeina again. "I'm so sorry..It's not my fault..please don't be mad at me.." I calmly pleaded to the illiterate frag. She couldn't understand a word I was saying ever since she completed her transition from imp to fragmented. I placed the bridle onto her muzzle, the metal bit slipping past her soft lips and stretching them back a bit. I attempted to fasten the bridle's straps around my sister's skull, her head thrashing as she tried to fight it. She snarled again and let out a cry of distress. Her attempts were futile as the bridle ended up secure around her head, my high experience with horses allowing me to overcome the challenge she presented to me. I clipped a leather leash to the ring of the bit and guided her out of her stable, all the while she still attempted a struggle, pulling me back and thrashing her body in protest. I didn't want to kill her. She had meant the world to me as she was the only living family member that lived close to me. We were together our whole lives. But now, our time together had to come to an end by the council's word. Ever since she fragged they feared she would destroy the village in a mindless fit, so she had to be culled;to be killed to prevent such an attack. I guided her to a stump in a secluded area behind my house, a stump in which I used to kill hens for food. This was honestly the most disrespectful place I could of chosen for Ysmeina. She was not a hen to be eaten, yet I didn't want her persecuted on a stage in front of the whole village. I didn't want insults to be shouted at her as the axe came down. It was my decision to give her the peace of a private execution she deserved. I loved her so much, so I would only try to give her the best. I hammered a stake into the ground with a rock, forcing Ysmeina's head to the stump as I tied her leash to the stake. She was a young frag, yet strong. I didn't want her running away into  the woods mid-preparation. Her rump was held high in her position, swaying every time she attempted to pull the stake from the frozen dirt. I pet her gently, my hands gliding over her dry hairless alabaster skin.

 I could hear her snorting on her snot and whimpering as I did. I found myself moving my hand over her pulse. It was fast and frantic with panic and I watched her belly heave quickly as she took fast, shallow breaths. Her hooves dug into the dirt, her bar pupils staring at me. Her stare just screamed: "Why? Why are you doing this?" I inhaled and held the breath in my lungs before exhaling. "I-I..I'm sorry, Ysmeina.." I croaked and wiped a tear from my eye, gently petting the top of her wrinkled head. I looked over to the patient axe, firmly stuck in the ground since the last killing, waiting for another life to claim. I grab it by it's handle and hoist it into the air. It's heavy, but it's not like I haven't used it before. I place the blade gently against the nape of Ysmeina's neck and carefully lift it into the air, making sure my alignment is the most accurate for a quick death. My arms tremble. "Alray, bestow upon me your strength.." I pray and close my eyes. Ysmeina bellows as the axe spooks her, her body squirming in a struggle to get away.

I swing with the greatest force I can muster.

THUD.

The axe decapitates Ysmeina in a clean chop, the stump of what's remaining of her neck spurting out hot blood, colored steel blue. The air becomes tainted with the smell of copper soon enough, my sister's body slumping to it's side as it softly spasms. Her back legs kicking in powerful bucks before suddenly freezing. It goes limp as it starts to die, twitching every now and then. I open my eyes reluctantly and shakily let go of the axe's handle. It's blade is decorated with a splatter of Ysmeina's blood, the stump it's lodged into soaking up the warm essence of the frag. I looked over to her head, which had rolled off the stump and laid on the cold grass. Her tongue was pushed out past her lips, past the bit in her mouth. She managed to stare at me one last time, her pupils focusing on my features. I knelt down and caressed the side of her face, gently unfastening the bridle and setting it aside once I had removed it from Ysmeina's head. Her eyelids weakly drooped over her eyes as she began to lose consciousness. I couldn't bare to stare into her glassy eyes any longer, and closed her eyelids all the way. "Hush now, my beloved flesh and blood. May you seek peace in the goddess's arms in the afterlife.." I gently whispered and kissed her brow. I stood and held my head high to the cloudy sky, squinting as the morning sun began to rise, and it's rays flooded the hills between parted clouds. I went over to Ysmeina's body again and observed her backside. As if on cue, it started to wet itself. It emptied it's bladder onto the grass, soaking the dirt with it's stream, signifying death. I found myself becoming aroused and cursed at the tingle between my loins. "N-No..I mustn't feel such things.." I muttered, trying to fight the feeling. I went over to my sister's head and knelt, holding it in my lap. The blood from her stump stained my skirt but I didn't seem to care. I could just wash it. I slowly brought her lips to mine without thinking and gently brought the tip of her cold tongue between my lips. I tugged on it, bringing it as far as it could go past her dead lips. I whimpered and lifted my skirt, my hand trailing down my stomach and into my bloomers. I started to  touch myself and to my surprise, I was wet. Very wet.

My kiss started to get passionate, my tongue dancing with Ysmeina's as if she was still alive. It bounced her limp tongue around in my mouth and I fingered my clit as I did. It felt so wrong, so, so very wrong to be doing such deeds to my sister's head, but it felt so good. It didn't take long for me to climax, my fingers rubbing the most fastest pace I could in the height of my orgasm. I let out a pleasured shriek and held my sister's tongue in my mouth, savoring it's flavor as I started to come down. I parted my lips and let her tongue drop out of my mouth. It hung over her own lips, moistened with my saliva. I took my hand gently out of my bloomers and stood, walking Ysmeina's head over to the stump where it would rest until I gave it up to the chief. I would cart her remains over to the council's house later, but right now I needed a well deserved breakfast and a meditation session. As I made my way back to my house, I took one last glance to Ysmeina and smiled. It was a melancholic moment, as she was finally at rest and no longer suffering, no longer worrying about her burdens on the surface world. I shouldn't be sad, but yet I was. I lost my sister. She'll live on in my memories and maybe someday, we'll meet once again.

I opened the door to my house and entered, closing it behind me.