((Biamm and not Kaeda will be protagonist)))

Biamm casually kicked the infants corpse out of the crib before dealing it another final insult as she leapt down impacting with the dead baby's face.  With casual disinterest she looked around the room noticing the children's toys she had never owned and neve would.  Bright yellow and green paint and walls and ceiling were meant to keep children calm Biamm had never been tought that though.  Her brief stint as a child had either white walls or walls stained with blood.  She wiped a smear of blood off of one of the yellow walls and licked it, tasty.

The child hadn't even cried that was surprising.  Perhaps it hat thought that her six inch tall physique was a toy a doll perhaps.  Not that it mattered now.  She gave the corpse one last look before approaching the door to the room.  She hadn't thought that far ahead.  How was she supposed to get out?  Nothing too horribly difficult she decided a jump onto the door handle and the door swung open.  Then it was merely dropping back down to the floor.  It was time to find the parents and dispose of  them as well.  The father would have to go first he posed the largest danger of course.

The parent's master bedroom was decorated with a woman's touch.  A four poster bed had purple and white silks streaming from it.  Pictures of the newborn decorated the walls along with diplomas from various schools of learning.  A single portrait displayed a younger version of the man on the bed in a military uniform respendant with row after row of gleaming medals.  He was smiling apparently happy as he held on to the woman in the picture also on the bed at the moment.  The picture made Biamm nautious she pushed a chair underneath it, climbed up and slammed it onto the floor destroying the frame.  The sound of breaking glass waking up both the man and woman. 

The man reached for something in a drawer groggily as the woman reached out to touch his arm telling him to be carefull.  Biamm knew carefull wouldn't be enough.  She quickly ran foward grabbing onto a sheet pulling herself up next to him.  With a quick see you in hell smile she bit into his arm.  The other arm came crashing down sending her flying from the bed three feet away into a wall but the fight was over.  Poison was coursing through the man's veins and without an antidote he was going to die slowly and painfully.  Biamm could almost taste the man's death it was so delicious.  Making the woman watch as he died would be an even better fate.  She scowled as the woman reached for something small and compact it had to be a communication device of some kind.  As the woman began trying to reach somebody for help the small figure leapt back onto the bed.  As she did she reached behind her to grasp the enormous sword pulling it into both hands and then slashing at the woman's exposed throat.

The scream could have come from the blade or from the woman Biamm supposed.  She couldn't tell and right now the only thing the woman was doing was gurgling from a slit throat.  It looked like the man was going to have to watch her die instead of the other way around.  Either way everyone in the house was going to be dead just like they were supposed to be.  The man began bleeding from his eyes, ears and nose choking sounds coming forth as he choked on his own blood. 

"Oh for crap sakes die already."

Another scream this one had to have been from the blade and the man was silenced.  Biamm took a moment to survey her handiwork before heading down to see what was in the panty.  Killing made her hungry.

Biamm took a leisurly bath in the kitchen sink after eating a cold turkey and swiss on rye sandwich.  She thought about adding a pickle but there was something just wrong about turkey and pickles.  She hadn't been able to finish the entire sandwich not a big deal she kicked it off the counter onto the once spotless floor.  She stared at her bloody footprints on the floor for a moment admiring how cute they looked before hopping down.  Now was not the time.

The trek down the driveway seemed to take forever.  It appeared the dead folks liked their privacy.  That would work wonderfully for Biamm giving her a few hours minimum to put some distance between the house and herself.  With the road in sight she took off at a trot to the north.  No rhyme or reason to be heading north really but north it was.  The occasional insect was killed along the way out of spite but she was hoping for something with a bit more size to it.  A kill wasn't really a kill unless it took some effort.

The night was getting cold something Biamm hadn't expected in the desert,  It had been so damn hot earlier in the day.  After the sun went down over the horizen a chill had come over the landscape almost as if the desert were afraid of the night.  Biamm grinned at the thought.  It had reason to be afraid.  All manner of things went bump in the night.  Things that she hoped to find and dispatch.  A howl on he wind made her turn her head in a futile attempt to locate the source.  Soon though the howl was joined by others in a multitude of directions. 

Biamm tried to think of what it was that could be out here in the dark howling but her schooling hadn't been too in depth on life forms.  At least not in identifying them.  It had been more instructional on how to dispatch them.  Whatever was out there sounded like it was coming for her.  That was just fine. 

The first canine appeared in front of her teeth bared and growling.  The creature towered over her own six inch heigth but she wasn't worried.  She stared at the animal and screamed back at it, "What are you waiting for? Come on!"  The scream almost cost her her life as it masked the sound of the others approaching.  The faint sound of claws against a rock made her turn to face the threat.  An oh shit later and she ducked under the bite from the first beast.  The second made an attempt to latch onto her left leg.  Briamm stepped into the attack swinging her knee up violently as she did.  The sound of the canine's jaw snapping was unmistakable in the quietness of the desert night.  From behind her the orininal dog made his attack sinking teeth deep into her right shoulder.

The other canine sensing the fight was almost over lunged for her throat and the killing blow.  Biamm let her body go limp before reaching behind her and grasping her sword in both hands.  She swung the massive blade free and in the same swing removed the lower jaw from the animal holding her.  She fell to the ground on her back with the sword pointed up at the stars.  The canine who had leapt at her didn't have a chance.  It would have tore out Biamm's throat if she had been standing but lying prone as she was it was easy work for her to raise her arms, and the sword, to disembowl it.  A shower of blood and guts rained down and Briamm laughed gleefully.  This was a wonderfull way to end the night!

Biamm could havd cared less about being covered in blood.  The only down side of course was that it would atract scavengers.  Not something she wanted to deal with when she was looking forward to going to sleep for the night.  She dipped her finger in the blood and licked it clean, tasty! It really was a pity she had eaten earlier.  She ignored the dead dogs and continued walking into the desert surely there would be somewhere nearby for somebody her size to take refuge for the night. 

Moonlight showed her small burrows in the ground, perfect.  Even more perfect was the family of rabbits in the burrow.  Mom and dad attempted to fight but the outcome was inevitable.  The five newborns were just a wonderfull addition to a night of killing.  Tired but satiated Biamm went to sleep for the night.  In the morning she feasted on raw tender rabbits before once again heading out into the desert. 

The animals weren't enough of a challenge Briamm was getting bored and not knowing how close to civilization she was was killing her.  The sight of contrails in the sky made an evil smile cross her face.  Where there were contrails there were people.  People could get her onto a ship where she could cause all kinds of unbelievable carnage.  It was time to find out where that ship was headed.  She followed the ship with her eyes and then began walking in the direction it was headed.  Hoping it would lead her to more people, more fun, and more death.

Moving in the direction of the ship proved to be the correct choice as Biamm found large buildings within a days walk of her former location.  The buildings run down as they appeared to be still appeared occupied for the moment.  She studied each as she passed by seeing signs for fuel, meats, and even ladies of the night.  Whatever the last one meant was beyond her.  The dilapidated structures seemed home to a higher than normal number of canines who noisily voiced their opinions that she was an unwanted visitor over and over again.  With a grin she pulled out her sword and waved it overhead letting the sound the blade made to the taking for her.  The horrific sound soon silenced the dogs sending many of then scurrying as far away as they could get.  The sound had attracted unwanted attention however as she could hear windows and doors opening from all around.

"What the hell is that?"

"Shut up!"

"Somebody shoot that thing."

The words didn't mean much to Biamm, the bottles thrown her way that were her size and larger did.  She didn't plan on sticking around to find out why they were harrassing her when they didn't even know her.  She had bigger plans.  On second thought killing a few of the bottle throwing individuals sounded like a mighty fine idea.  It would serve them right.  One of the bottles could have hurt her.  It was the only thought she needed to cross her mind to make the choice to stay for a while.