How could this be?
Subjected to a horrible brutality,
Gloves wondered about her mortality.
It was then that he appeared,
From the shadows,
Like a reaper, Killua took their life and souls.
Gloves closed her eyes; she knows what follows -
The adrenaline of the moment,
The thrill of the kill.
The pleasure from the blood as it soaks -
Bones snapping, marrows depleting.
Gloves shook her head.
She was above that - she had changed.
But the past haunted her like a fiend.
Her many challenges, so brutal.
Some have yet to surface, and some she had failed.
There was one she has yet to deal with,
And he's staring at her.
Asking, if she was alright.