Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Life Mistake ❯ Castillo Del Mortes ( Chapter 6 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

You know, one could expect that I would have killed those rabbits.

They're actually following me and I'm carrying one of them.

Reason? I haven't found fire yet.

You expect me to eat them raw?! Please. Get a grip. More imporantly, get a life. Moron. I'm a Prince. Try to get that through your damn skull. I'm supposed to eat royally and civilized. I'm not a barbarian. Well, erm, I'm a civilized barbarian. Just shut up already. I have a headache, dammit. And why oh why do I keep talking to myself? Well, at least I'm not talking the bunnies. Though eating all of this bunnies would get me full enough to kill the rest of those zombies and then some, I need fire to cook them. Well-done, not rare, thank you very much.

So it's been minutes. Or hours. Hell, days or months might have passed but I don't have a grip on reality right now. I mean, I get chased by zombies, and then bunnies. What the fuck?

It has to be a practical joke by God. It has to be. Maybe Satan. He's known to be evil sometimes. Maybe my cussings and rantings against God and his holy order finally got on his nerves. Maybe my sadistic thoughts were so powerful, it pissed of Satan because he couldn't think up such evil ways to kill Kakarotto. Yeah, I'm demented. Damn proud of it. If so, I'm very proud and would pat myself on the back but I'm carrying a bunny right now.

You know what I feel like right now? Music. Good ol' heavy metal music to sooth my nerves and probably scare the bunnies. I'm more pissed than hungry right now. Actually, it's a little of both. I think Mercyful Fate would fit this scene right now. Or King Diamond. Anything with satanic heavy metal. I feel the need for blood. Maybe bunny blood. A smirk crawls upon my face as I try to sustain my evil laugh. I can't. It emits out of my mouth and echoes on the walls of the caves.

The bunny shivers in my hands. The other behind me do as well, but they still follow me. Maybe they've hanged around Kakarotto too much. They're brains have been infected by his moronism. Do I have remorse? Hell no! Okay, maybe I do. The bunnies are cute and fuzzy... dammit, I'm not sentimental, I'm sarcastic. Jeeze, I haven't laughed like that since... since I met Kakarotto on the field of battle the first time. Sure, other times it was an evil laugh, but still. This is my truely evil laugh to date. I feel happy. Yay.

My mind is annoying me again. If I really wanted to kill those bunnies, I would have already. My mind is telling me not to. That is really getting on my nerves. Will someone PLEASE tell me why my mind hates me right now so it won't tell me anything I really want to know?!

Easy, it has to deal with Kakarotto. Everything nowadays has to deal with Kakarotto.

I will kill him.

Grr.

I've been doing that a lot lately, haven't I?



Sixty-nine Kakarotto's on the wall, sixty-nine Kakarotto's!

Kill one again, throw the baka in the trash bin, sixty-eight Kakarotto's on the wall!

Yes, I am fucking bored and I really want to kill the moron. As if you couldn't tell. Feh.

I don't think my mind is playing tricks on me anymore. These bunnies, after a few hours or so wandering around the seemingly endless cave that resembles a bottomless pit, are starting to deplete in numbers. I raise my eyebrow as more bunnies start to hide away in the darkness, no longer following me. I think I see a look of trepedation in their eyes.

Either they know I'm hungry and I want to eat them, or something ahead of us is not too friendly.

Now, I don't think bunnies are that smart...

I'm choosing the latter. Fuck.

Great, I can finally see a light coming out at the end of the cave. That means there is either good things up there or bad things up there. And I chosed the bad things so probably good things will be there and I bet you they won't be.

Yes, I make no sense. Huzzah.

It's amazing. All the bunnies are gone now except the one that is in my hands. The light grows bigger and stronger every step I move closer to it. I should run back the way I came, but if I do, I might run into the zombies. Zombies, bunnies, or white light? White is supposed to be good, right? Great, the magic word supposed. That means I'm eventually going to go through the light anyways. Might as well go through with it now.

Seconds pass and the enterance to an opening from the cave is found. I can't believe I got here so fast. Is time going quick on purpose? Does it want me to go through? I don't know. Fuck, I can't see anything beyond that opening. It's too bright. The bunny wiggles out of hands and hides in the darkness behind me. Great, now I'm all alone. I can't see anything beyond the white light. Either it's salvation or damnation. And I'm too tired to fight my way out of trouble. My ki is basically gone, I'm being chased by non-mindless zombies, the bunnies I wanted to eat left me all alone, and now there's an exit from the cave but I can't see beyond it cause the white light coming through is too bright.

Damnation. It's gotta be damnation beyond the white light.

I sigh and step through the enterance outside the cave.

Whatever's there, I'm going to kill, bottom line.



...

... okay, I was not expecting this.

I walked through the enterance, and I ended up in the hallway of a large Victorian house. The hallway has no pictures, the walls are colored a pure white and many huge windows decorate them. I can't see anything out of the windows, though. It's bright white outside. It's like the sun has gone into overdrive and blocked out the scenery outside the house. At least, I think it's a house.

The carpet I'm stepping on is a plush red velvet color, deep and lucious. I almost want to bend down and touch it to see if it's real. Eventually, I do. It is real. Everything is real. Cautiously I look behind me. There's no enterance to the cave anymore. There's only a wooden oak door with a polished golden doorknob embedded in a wall. That's it and nothing more.

What is this? If God decided to be nice to me and let me be saved and enter in the hallway of a palace, then by gods I'll convert to any form of Catholicism right now. Yeah, I'm a kiss-ass when I need to be, dammit.

Hmm, music floats in the air now. It's a lovely song, and I think I've recognized it before when I was listening to the radio once. Sue me, I got bored one day. Don't others get bored too? Jeeze. I didn't like the song because it wasn't heavy metal, so I changed stations. Too classy. But hey, I did enjoy it. I am a classy man, after all. Sounded royal, and I'm royal. Elegant, and I'm elegant.

The instruments sounds like a piano. The keys are being played very gently. The music flows out gracefully. It's all like a dream weaving together, a perfect masterpiece, a beautiful work of art. It's gorgeous, but the tone... it's so apathetic. It's dreadful. It's sinister and ominous and alluring and magnetic and soothing and restful. It's a song that's right in the middle of two contradicting elements.

It sounds like a song that matches Kakarotto.

I blink once and surprisingly another door appears ahead of me. What the hell?! I turn around anxiously, finding out that I had walked a very long distance away from the door that was only inches behind me. It was now a good few miles behind. Time was going faster and faster on purpose then. I turn back and look at the door in front of me. It's identical to the one in back of me.

The sound is louder now. The source is beyond this door. Whatever lies beyond this door, I don't know. But do I care? Hell no. That answered my question, then.

Something tells me that an answer lies within this place. I think my mind is telling me that again. Well, I might as well start listening to it. I have before, and I might as well start getting used to it.

I open the door, step through, and close it behind me.