Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anatomy of Melancholy ❯ Side 1: Dead In Summer Wind ( Chapter 8 )

Side Chapter One. Fun. It's dark, so be careful. If themes abounding in domestic abused, torture, or anything of that sort disturb you, do NOT read. It is only a brief mention, nothing in the least graphic - but it is not my desire to trigger bad thoughts or memories in anyone. I also apologize for our not getting this out sooner. I needed the lyrics to this song and I had to hunt up the little booklet.

 

This takes place after the encounter between Sin and Varish. Sin has fled to her room after a brutal and painful confrontation. It should all make sense as you read it. If not, drop me a comment or letter and tell me - I'll fix it.

 

Side Note: To the readers who left comments, we both thank you so much. I can promise that the content of this series is going to remain clean and tasteful, and, of course, plenty humorous. No lemons - doubt I could get through one to be honest. Lots of dark coming up, but that is not going to last long. I admit, the both of us can act the angst queen, but humour and drama are preferred.

 

Side Chapter One: Dead In Summer Wind

 

It had been too perfect - too perfect and too natural. It couldn't be true. It couldn't. But ... it did. It shouldn't. She shouldn't. But she had. She did.

 

I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes.

The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black.

Smell of gas, oil, animals.

I'm in the trunk.

 

Shrouded in stale sobs and sacrilegious curses, she lay battered and bruised in the corner. Her pristine porcelain flesh betrayed the mutilated horror her mind and heart had endured just moments ago. In a coiled position, almost fetal, she tried to shut the cumbersome memories out. She tried to shut out the mangled pain that threatened to consumer her soul, had she a shred of one left. But she didn't. Or, so she thought. So she hoped.

 

My wrists and ankles tied,

Tape over my mouth,

It almost covers my nose but I can breath ... barely.

 

I did. I shouldn't. I did. No. Please. I don't want to go back there.

 

She ached to murder him. She ached to slit his throat - ached to rip his spine out his neck and burn his head on a stick. She closed her eyes as the lurid scenes scrolled behind her threadbare lids ... a flickering Creepshow of sorts. She ached to shut it out. She ached to shut him out. But ... she couldn't. She didn't.

 

I must have been here for hours,

Everything is stiff,

And my head throbs like some is drumming on China.

 

Because I can't. I love him ... goddamn it, I - I love him.

 

::Begin Flashback::

 

Stretching sore limbs, Sin struggled to open her sleep dusted eyes. She ached from tip to toe, and strangely, her hips and thighs felt as though on fire. Good God - I have heard of sleeping wrong, but this is ridiculous. I need to get on Higashi about getting a better mattress in here. Sin brooded, trying to stretch again, but she soon put any thought of it out of her mind. Blood of a bitch. I could not have gotten this sore just ... It hit her - like a thousand of bricks.

 

Oh. My. God.

 

Sliding one eye open and gingerly peeking about the bed, she found herself ... alone. Alone - no. Not possible. She supposed him to be in the bathroom. Creeping quiet as mousework out from under the silken sheets and imposing velvet comforter she slipped into her discarded terrycloth robe that sat neatly folded on one of the antique Oriental style chairs. She rolled her eyes, a coy simper cloaking her sleep parched lips. Isn't that sweet - he didn't need do that.

 

She sighed in disappointment as she did not find him in the bathroom. Odd. I mean ... perhaps he needed something from his room. I am certain he is going to be back anytime. She nodded, trying to keep in light spirits. Despite how it looks, there is absolutely no way he is going to cut and run. She giggled, recollecting the tender, passionate pleas and heart felt admissions. I never thought I would ever hear anyone say they loved me. Sin nibbled her bottom lip in patient frustration - an hour later found her pacing the room in disquieted dread. This can not be happening.

 

::End Flashback::

 

The car stops.

He turns off the motor - but there are no traffic sounds.

No people sounds. No wind.

What place has no wind?

 

“Oh, it happened.” She mumbled. “It happened.” Curling her arms about her legs, she hid her tear stained face in her knees. Her emotions had been punctured and ruptured so obscenely that she thought her body might bleed. “I could do that.” She hushed, the quiet dim of thin metal and lacerated skin floating into her mind. “I could do that.”

 

I turn my head towards the sounds

Like people watch radios when something terrible happens.

My palms are sweating.

Where am I?

 

Images. Pictures. Bad ones. Closets. Basements. Locked doors. Dark rooms. I don't want to go back there. Please, no - I don't want to. Belts and chains. Leather licking bare flesh. Chrome bruising bone. No - stop it. Stop please. Strangling. Smothering. Black boots. Brutal hands. Bent. Contorted. Breathe. I could not breathe. I can not breathe. No ... no ... Buckles and tethers. Braids. Metal manacles.

 

The trunk squeaks as he lifts it up and the sun blinds me.

He almost looks like a faceless Jesus surrounded by light.

He pulls me out of the trunk and bangs my head against the door.

I try to cry out,

But it comes like a hum.

 

“I said no!” Sin screamed, clutching her head in trembling hands, nails lancing into her scalp and grating against her skull like tree limbs on window glass in a summer tempest. “I said no. I mean it. I am not going back there.” She sobbed, curling in so tightly she could feel her bones buckling.

 

He drags me,

Half standing,

Along a dirt road into a house.

I can't see any other houses andit looks like a farm.

The screen door bangs behind me,

And I feel a deep, deep pressure inside.

All the rules have changed here.

 

“No.”

 

::Begin Flashback::

 

Sin strode out into the soft, deliquescent morning light that illuminated the spacious hall. She had been a right basket case for the past three hours. Enough is just too much sometimes. She gritted her teeth and steeled her smarting physique as she tendered a light, clipped rap upon the closed door. It sounded quiet. Too quiet. Son of a bitch he is trying to avoid me. She knocked harder this time, letting it be known to him that she was not always as cabbage as she was green.

 

“Bastard - open this door, goddamn it.” Sin demanded, hands taut on protesting hips and foot tapping a mile a minute. She heard a faint rustling, and sneered as the door opened. “So ... is this what you meant when you asked me to trust you and said you needed me?” She seethed, her scolding rebuke dripping with mortification and contempt. You had better look ashamed. Rotten bag of sordid hormones.

 

“Quiet.” He silenced, reaching out a hand to grasp hers but she jerked it back viciously, glare so hot and molten he could almost feel his flesh ignite. “Come on.” He opened the door a hair more, stepping aside as she violently brushed past him into the darkened room. “I - don't start. It's complicated, you don't understand.” He tried to reason before she got started. Once she gets going, I won't be able to get a word in edgewise. I love that confident, domineering side of her - but it does not seem as pleasant now that I am the bane of her existence. He cringed at the lost, pained look in her glassy eyes.

 

“I am glad I could accommodate you. It is nice to know I am of some use to you, at least - even if it is just a fuck toy.” She snarled, turning her back to him and wiping at her eyes. Come hell or high water, he is not going to see me cry. Not this time, by God.

 

“Sin, I told you, it is complicated. It is not what you think. I promise you that.” He pleaded. Shit. I though I was dreaming. This is not how it was supposed to happen. You do not deserve what I did to you. I wish to God I had my head together better - then I could tell you just that.

 

“Not what I think. So, you mean you did not beg me to let you fuck my brains out for almost six hours and then sneak out like a crude, craven milksop?” She spit, her glare boring holes straight through him. You have some nerve, you no good piece of shit. Not what I think, indeed.

 

“I - yes, I suppose I did. But, Sin, listen to me ...I - oh, shit.” He floundered, but nothing seemed to be coming out right. How am I supposed to tell her that I thought she was a figment of my imagination? And, what is she going to think when she finds out this has been going on for the past ten thousand years? Oh, sure, that ought to go down nice. She is going to think I am a sick, sordid reprobate. Perhaps I am, at that. He bit his tongue, blood flooding his mouth, as he fidgeted around in his mind for a clean cut, yet polite, fashion of broaching the truth.

 

“You goddamn right you did.” She ranted, her breath hitching as she fought back tears. “I had my ... you took ...” she flustered, blushing as she tried to force the intimate sentiment into the open light, “I was a fucking virgin, you asshole!” She screamed, spinning on her heel to stare at the draped windows, biting a fist to contain her rage.

 

“Oh. I see. You think you're the only one.” He smiled sadly, a sickening pit of hurt and disgust coiling in his gut. I had hoped she thought better of me. I had not planned on rendering that to anyone. Then she came along and turned it all end for about. I never thought the idea of ... that it could be something beautiful. But I learned it could be. She taught me that.

 

“I ... oh n-no. Oh ... God.” Sin blanched at the humble revelation. She had been so caught up in her own misfortunes that she had not once thought about him. Oh no - what have I done? What kind of person am I? I can not believe I have been so self absorbed and conceited about this.

 

“Despite that fact, it has nothing to do with you treating me like a cheap one night stand.” She rounded on him, one brutal, pointed finger jabbing at his chest as she brought them toe to toe. “Say,” she tried to grab his chin to make him look at her “ you look at me - look me in the eye and try to tell me that what you did is some sort fair and right.”

 

“It's not. It's not like that, I told you. I am not treating you like a one night stand. Lord, Sin, that's so disgusting it turns my stomach. I - you just don't - son of a bitch, I had no intention of any of that happening.” He spat out in a discomfited hiss. Oh shit. That did not come out right. Goddamn it - I just keep digging myself in deeper. No, oh please no - don't look at me like that. Sin, baby ...

 

“So, you do regret it.” She intoned, her voice dangerously quiet as she hesitated, taking a slight step back. He thought for a moment she might cry, but instead her eyes had dulled and an eerily toxic glint replaced the once bristling emotional candor. She had dipped her head so he could not see them as she listened in repulsion to him trying to sputter out a suitable response to her rhetorical question-statement.

 

“I - I ... yes. I regret it. I do.” He sighed. He needed to tell her the truth, but he just couldn't find a thoughtful, diplomatic way to frame it yet. I don't regret making love to you. I just regret that I couldn't appreciate you the old-fashioned courtship and romance you rightly deserve. I regret that I was so fucking oblivious to the reality of things that I put the cart before the horse.

 

“You do. I see.” Sin nodded in numbed surprise. She had already deduced as much ... but it hurt to hear him say it. It made it solid - concrete. It made it official. He had taken her in a moment of rash, carnal impulse and he regretted it. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I - my head - it feels decidedly too light. It hurts. God, but it hurts. I already knew ... why did I bothering asking. Just for once, why could I not keep my big mouth shut.

 

“I - yes, I do. But ... please do not go jumping to conclusions here. I beg you.” He stared at her longingly, aching to hold her close and reset the mess he had gotten them into. But I can't do that. I was stupid enough to think I was dreaming, and then I was stupid enough to run out on her because I felt so guilty and ashamed. I shouldn't have been so goddamn self-centered.

 

“Oh - you begged me, that you did. You begged me to spread my legs and let you get your rocks off and, stupid girl that I am, I acquiesced and let you.” Sin could feel her eyes tearing up despite her best efforts to remain cold and detached. She had trusted him and he had tossed that trust out like a bag of garbage. I was ignorant and pedestrian enough to think he meant it. Perhaps I am as cabbage as I am green.

 

“Mary, mother of Jesus - must you insist on being so pathologically obstinate. You're warping everything out of proportion - you're notorious for that.” He snarled, more at himself than at her. He at once loved and loathed her almost sadistic penchant for stripping an argument to its core quintessence. She exposed marrow and bone and made him pine his lost ignorance like a desert the monsoon. You're right. I know you're right. But that is not what happened. “You're making an elephant out of a fly.” He grit his teeth the moment he said it. No, that's not what I meant.

 

“I see. I suppose you're right. I mean ... I should, in all honesty, have known that you couldn't have meant it when you said you loved me.” Sin felt her insides crumple and collapse as she said it. Of course he couldn't have meant it. No one could love me. She stared at her feet, perception blurred by a sea of bitter tears.

 

“You heard that.” He sighed, the air that had been in his lungs rushed out like the tide. His chest felt so pinched and constricted, his head so slight and sheer, he could not breathe. I thought she had been asleep. Oh God - I've ruined everything I wanted so badly to give her.

 

“It's laughable, really.” She giggled, bringing him out of his torturous trance to regard her with sore, skeptical eyes. “It is.” She said looking up at him, lips upturned in a cynical smile. “I thought you meant it. So ridiculous. It is plain to see that the only thing that either of us had in mind was getting laid.” She concluded, laughing and making her consort faint at the stomach. She kept laughing, and the more she laughed, the more the pestilent anger in his gut flourished.

 

I'm dragged down a hall like a bag,

And I look for a phone, other doors.

Nothing but bar floors and brown boxes in small rooms.

 

He pulls me into the bathroom,

And I almost crack my head as he pushes me onto the floor.

He tilts his head to the side and gazes at me as if I was a pet ...

Then walks out.

 

“Laid, right.” He retorted, his lips curling in a smile that, had she caught sight of it, would have made her blood run cold. Of course, Sin was too preoccupied in laughing to keep from crying. Not that her consort understood that. Laughing. I am standing here steeping in guilt and shame and she has the audacity to make light of this. He listened to her laugh, the blithesome lilt snaring into his heart and stinging like a sheet of electrified barbed wire.

 

I'm lying there for a long time trying to get the tape off of me.

My eyes are tearing.

I don't make a sound.

 

I can't get up and I keep rolling from side to side,

Trying not to make noise.

If I can get him to talk to me ...

If I can get this thing off my face I can talk to him.

I'll tell him my name.

 

“You got laid.” He said, smirking sadistically as he edged closer to her snickering figure. “I could help you out with that.” One finger balanced her coltish gaze as he leered at her from beneath hooded lids, brushing his body up against hers as he licked his lips.

 

Have you killed other women in here?

I'm thinking you've got hundreds of them nailed down,

Hung on walls,

Hanging from ceiling fans swinging dead in summer wind.

Why did you pick me?

 

“I bet you could.” She said flirtatiously, ghosting her hands along his hips and nibbling at the teasing finger. You want to play dirty, asshole, then so be it. You have made me nothing more than a cheap slut besides. To not play along would be foolish. I've already lost everything that meant anything. She languished in an ocean of emotional bile as one hand slid to her tiny middle, the other splaying adept fingers along the contours of her feline features as his hips ground against her in lazy, erotic circles.

 

If I had stayed to finish at the library

I would have been there twenty minutes longer

Maybe I'd have been okay.

 

Would have rushed into the house,

Books piled up in my arms like a baby,

And blurted explanations why I was so sorry.

So sorry I'm late everyone.

 

“Say it.” He breathed in her ear as his lips brushed along her skin. “Say it. I want to hear you beg.” No, to be honest, I don't. But if this is what you want, then by God, you're going to get what is coming to you. “Go on,” he seductively encouraged in response to her deafening silence, “I said say it.” His hand clutched her hip more aggressively, the gentle gestures becoming more pointed, almost sinister. “You try my patience, pet.” He mockingly spat in her ear, feeling her trying to slither out of his arms.

 

Would you have waited for me anyway?

Would you have picked another woman?

 

“Okay, enough. You bastard, you've had your fun.” Sin snapped, hands pushing at the steel fortress that encased her. I can not go through with this. As much as I would like to toy with him, it is making me want to puke. I just want a long hot shower to get the smell of him off of me.

 

Would I have read about her in the paper and said,

“Oh my God, I was there that night ....”

Called all my friends in a panic.

Telling them how much I loved them

As if I'd never have the chance again.

 

 

“No,” he scolded, growling possessively in her ear, “this is what you wanted.” His teeth nipped her earlobe as she tried yet again to break loose, his hands strangling her middle. “You like it rough. I remember.” He smirked, the sardonic tone and mordant laugh clear as a bell.

 

I wonder what everyone is doing now.

Putting up signs.

Showing my picture on the evening news.

Calling old friends.

Maybe I'm not even considered missing yet.

 

“Stop it, you son of a bitch. Let me go.” Sin tried to reason, a fresh air of panic and dread beginning to set in. No. I - God, this can not be happening. I - please tell me he's not going to ... to rape me. “I said you let me go!” She cried, but it came out more of a desperate moan. Her hands clenched into trembling fists as she tried to escape her libidinous pursuer.

 

The family will fall apart and my parents will go crazy ...

Slowly.

My brother will be so quiet at the funeral and insist the casket be closed.

I never even told anyone what kind of funeral I wanted when I died.

 

“I thought you wanted this. You told me you did.” He lashed, lips and teeth nipping her at her cool flesh feverishly. “Isn't it - Is this it ... is this what you want?” He snarled, almost screaming, as he slammed her petite frame savagely into the wall. One hand thrust her wrists high above her head, the other crushed her body to his so tight that she could barely compensate the air that had been so viciously knocked out of her heaving lungs. “You want to get laid, fine ... I can do that.” He threatened, his hand brushing her robe aside murderously, hips grinding into her so hard she could feel bruises forming as his teeth latched onto her neck and bit, her pale flesh almost seeping blood.

 

Maybe years from now they'll find my skeleton on the floor here,

And they'll have to use dental records to identify me.

 

“No, stop it!” She pleaded, tears blurring her sight, her demure body mustering every ounce of strength it could muster as she fought against the iron curtain that pinned her to the cold paint. Her thoughts began to spin out of control. She could not reason out a proper course of action - the more she tried, the more clouded her mind. She did the only other thing that came into her petrified mind at that moment - she stuck out her leg, and as hard as she could, the determined demoness lent him a cruel, solid stomp in the foot. She had intended it for the top, hoping to shatter it to pieces. It had instead landed on his toes, but it did the trick.

 

My family will say ...

“At least we know now.

We always hoped she was alive somewhere.

We just hope she's in peace.”

 

“Shit!” He yelped, in his distracted state letting loose his grip on her wrists. Her defense training at last flooding into her mind at her mild conquest, she clasped her hands together, and brought them in contact with his forehead so hard she feared she had broken her fingers. So what - a couple of fingers are a small price to pay. She thought as she slid to the floor in shock, curling her legs to her chest and trying to become as inconspicuous as possible.

 

When I sleep my dreams are crazy.

I'm flying over fields.

I don't think I sleep for more than twenty minutes.

 

“Ouch, son of a bitch.” Her consort groused, clutching his throbbing head in his hands. She can do a lot of damage. I forgot about that. She might not have her powers, but shit can that girl land a hit. He smiled, despite the obscene amount of pain she had dealt him, he felt proud of her. I can not believe what I just did. She hurt me so bad acting like that - but, I did not mean to ... I just fucked up whatever chance I might have had to explain things to her. It's no use now - I've lost her for good. He thought glancing to her frightened form huddled on the floor, her dark eyes taking on an almost deep burgundy hue as she meticulously analyzed his every movement.

 

And when I wake up ...

It feels like I'm under a heavy blanket.

I'm still here.

 

“Sin, oh my God ...” He moaned, timidly edging nearer to her.

 

As I wake up I hear a dog barking in the distance

And I think I'm in my parent's house in South Carolina.

 

“No ... no.” She whimpered, sliding up the wall and feeling along it, trying like a cornered animal to find the door and escape the danger she thought he posed. I have had to endure too much already. I promised myself it would never happen again. I meant that.

 

When I open my eyes ...

 

“No, Sin, hold on ... please.” He pleaded, stepping back in the hopes it might calm her panic. I need to reconcile this. I need to tell her. If I don't she is going to do something impulsive ... and with her, I never know quite what that might be. Sin, no ... don't walk out that door until we settle this, please. I can not take a chance on you hurting yourself.

 

There's a shotgun pressed between them.

 

“No. Stay back.” She threatened, shaking her head back and forth, frantic blurs of colour flashing before her eyes. Her hand at last lit on the cold metal knob, and opening the door ... she fled with no intention of looking back.

 

“Shit.

 

::End Flashback::

 

Cool crystal pellets slid along the contours of her anguish riddled features. She clutched her limbs tighter to her frail figure as the onslaught of gruesome memories raped her addled mind again and again. Each fresh recollection sliced deeper. Each sting more poisonous and barbaric than the last.

 

I'll never get married.

I'll never have kids.

I'll never go to Europe.

I'll never learn to play piano.

I'll never learn to play piano.

 

“I said no.”

 

The last thing I hear is a click.

 

End of Side Chapter One.

 

Not bad. I had a bit of trouble at the end, but I think it turned out decent all the same. I have one more of these to do to bring us up to date - I should be able to post that in about a week - and then it is back to Kaioshin and Kibito as promised. It is paramount these go in order, though.