Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tortured Soul ❯ chapter two ( Chapter 2 )

AN: Warning it'll get gross:)

Alysa took a step back. Her mind screamed at her to run. Run as far away from Majin Buu as she could. However she knew if she ran, she would die. There was simply no way she could run fast enough…or far enough to get away from buu. Buu could fly…Buu could kill two grown and strong men without any kind of strain.

He would be able to kill her much easier.

That was what her mind said.

However a part of her…a different part spoke differently.

Buu had saved her. Saved her from those men. He made them pay.

She was happy they were dead. Revenge was sweet. They got what they deserved.

Alysa shook her head clearing it of those impure thoughts.

Nobody deserved to die like that.

She didn't have any right to deal out death and judgment. How did that quote go,

"Some that die deserve life, and some that live deserve death…can you give it to them. Don't be to eager to deal out death and judgment."

She didn't have the right, neither did Majin Buu. Just because they were doing bad things didn't mean they deserved to die.

Alysa looked around her. The alley was testament to the horrific scene that had just happened. That guys blood was everywhere. She hadn't known a body held so much. It dripped off the walls in gory streaks and ran into large pools at her feet. she could hardly touch anything without getting his still warm blood on her. Her cloths were drenched in it. She could feel the stickiness though her shirt.

And there was so much more than blood. There was his brain splattered against the wall and what was left of his eye on her shoes. It was disgusting…the smell the sight the feel. And Majin Buu was enjoying every second of it…she could tell

Alysa dragged her shoe across the pavement, trying to get the jelly like substance of her shoe. She had almost throw up when she stepped on the eyeball. It feel like she had steped on an soft boiled egg.

However she had no choice. Buu had said he would destroy the town if she didn't.

That…and that was one thing that confused her.

Buu had saved her. Buu helped her when those terrible men would have raped her. That was a good deed…wasn't it? You were a good person when you helped someone.

Then he turned around and killed one man, and tortured the other. While making her watch the entire time…and not just watch but also help out.

She had told him to break that mans fingers. She had told him she hated his eyes.

Which in truth she did. He had hated that mans eyes so much it hurt.

When he was on top of her trying his best to rip her cloths off. He had stared down at her with such glee. He had mocked her with his eyes…made her look at them.

She hated those eyes…so disgusting.

She was glad he was dead…but…She just couldn't help but feel terrible that she had a hand in his death. She was scared so very scared. She was a bad person to feel that way. This was all wrong. This was evil and bad. Only terrible people, only sick people took pleasure in this. She didn't want to be like that.

She would be in trouble. Someone would find out and she would be sent to jail. Probably for the rest of her life.

She felt tears once again sprung into eyes.

She didn't want this. Why did this happen to her. She didn't want to go to jail, or get in trouble.

Buu: Oh Kami…not again. Don't cry!

Buu said it with such force that Alysa instantly obeyed.

Buu was scary…so much scarier than when she had viewed him though her closed eyes. Of course he looked different then. He had been fat and funny looking.

Now he was terrifying…although still pink(?)

Alysa was scared of him. Although not as much as she felt she should. Something about him suggested he didn't want to hurt her. Although why was beyond her.

However he still radiated an extremely dangerous feel. She could almost sense on a higher level the death and chaos he caused.

It created a cloud of darkness around him.

She wanted to go. She was scared of that darkness.

Alysa: Can I go now?

The smell of blood was making her even sicker. For once she was extremely glad there wasn't any food in the house. Because if she had eaten breakfast she was sure it would be mixing with that mans blood now.

Buu smiled and she cringed. She didn't like that smile. He was less scary when he frowned.

Buu: Sure…where should we go?

Alysa blinked. He wanted to go with her.

She had assumed after this terrible ordeal was over she would be let go.

Did Buu want more? Was he going to make her help him kill someone again? Oh Kami she hoped not.

That darkness…she didn't want to taste it anymore. It was the same as the darkness that made her like the fact that the man was dead. That darkness was dangerous. Buu was dangerous.

However…something in Buu's tone just dared her to disagree. And well it sounded deadly enough that that was a dare she didn't want to take.

Alysa: I was going to school…before…umm I guess we could go there?

Buu: School? What is a School?

Surely he was joking. Of course then again, he didn't look like he had been a normal school going kid. Alysa chewed her nail nervously. She didn't know what to do.

She was so confused.

Alysa: School is a place where you learn stuff.

Buu: Oh really? No need…you'll learn funner things from me.

Alyssa's eyes widen and she gasped loudly. He did mean to continue his rain of death. And he was bringing her along.

She trembled; this was all suddenly too much for her.

She passed out.

Buu easily caught the girl before she fell to the ground.

She had fainted.

Buu shifted her weight uncertainly. Things weren't going as planned. She wasn't taking in anything he said. He was beginning to doubt that he could make her like killing.

She was just too weak minded.

Buu took to the air with the girl still in his arms.

Other than mass killing there wasn't anything to do. He had done killing before, again, and again, and again, and again. He wanted to do something different for once.

It was still early, he had an entire day, and he could still teach her to kill.

He looked around…she had mentioned a school.

If she went to this school often then she would know people she hated.

It would be easier for her to enjoy the death of people she hated.

Buu wondered slightly if perhaps he shouldn't torture those people. Maybe just outright killing them would be better. Maybe torture was too much for now? She was new to this and obviously had some kind of moral objections to it.

Humans…so stupid!

Buu remembered hearing from someone once that Morals were taught. Well if Morals had to be taught then they could be untaught.

He smiled again. All in all things were working out well.

Here he was thinking about how to overcome this challenge…instead of the wait. That was exactly why he decided to do this.

He hated the wait.

Buu looked below him at the city.

Ah fuck the school. He didn't even know where to begin. And he wasn't going down there and asking. He would just have to find strangers for her.

On the other side of the scale that could be good as well. No emotional attachment on her part.

But first…they needed a base of operation.

He could just build another house. But he didn't feel like it. Beside house building had been the soft Buu's thing. It wasn't his. He would just have to find a house and then kill the owners.

Buu picked out several maybe homes. He dismissed each one. They all had to many neighbors. If those neighbors noticed something weird then they would call the police. Then he would have to kill everyone. Then the army would come out. Then he would have to kill the army and then everyone in the city would freak out and run.

Then he would either have to kill the city or let them panic and him not have as much fun. He found it more appealing to steal people from an unsuspecting town.

Buu: Ah ha there.

Buu looked over his choice.

It was a large house at least three stories. Unlike the other it was a good way outside of town. It was white with a green roof. Outside there was a large yard without any animals to be seen.

Buu liked that. For some reason the thought of killing a dog bothered him slightly. Not enough where he couldn't do it but it still sounded unpleasant. Of course the best part of this house were there were no neighbors and was miles away anything that might bother them. He hoped it looked as good on the inside as out. He didn't want to stay in a place that was dirty.

Setting down in the front yard Buu laid Alysa gently in a strange chair that swung from chains attached to the porch ceiling.

He turned toward the door.

Hmmm he could just blow it off it hinges. But truthfully he didn't want to harm the house. Today was going to be his resting day as well. He wanted somewhere nice and comfortably to stay.

How did humans make themselves noticed when at someones door?

Buu noticed a small button beside the door.

Curious he pushed it.

Buu was startled when a strange noise sounded. It sounded like a bell.

Door…bell…weird?

He pressed it again. What in the world was this things purpose?

He knew humans were stupid, but this just seemed plain insane.

Buu straighten when someone yelled from inside the house.

Buu smiled. This made things easier. If the human opened the door he could kill them thus leaving the door intact.

The human did open the door.

It was a large man wearing some sort of long cotton coat. Apparently he had been asleep because the man was rubbing his eyes and yawning. He didn't look at who was at his door.

Man: WHAT!

Buu smiled. With lighting fast speed Buu grabbed the mans neck. He choked and his eyes grew wide. Buu lifted the man up and walked off the porch.

He didn't want blood in his new house.

Buu: is there anyone else in the house?

The man clawed at Buu hand without any effect.

Buu: Well?

Man: My…my wife.

His voice was harsh from the pressure on his throat.

Buu: Call her out here.

The man's eyes grew wider in fear…and something else.

Man: Go to hell!

Buu was slightly surprise and tightened his hold on the mans throat.

He then reached out and grabbed the mans ear. With a quick jerk the ear came off with a tear ripping sound. Blood squirted out in a great stream coating Buu's hand and the side of the mans face.

The Human tried to scream past a blocked throat. Nothing but a hoarse airy sound escaped. He sounded like a leaking tire.

Buu dangled the flap of white and bloody red skin in front of the man face. He watched amused as the man changed color. He went from a beet red, to white, to a greenish color. So Alysa wasn't the only human that could change color.

Buu put the skin in his mouth and chewed on it. Not that he particular like human flesh. He just wanted to see the mans reaction.

The guy reacted by throwing up on Buu's hand.

Buu spit the skin out and wrinkled his nose at what the man just did.

Oh well he could clean up later.

With a light chuckle Buu flicked teasenly at the other ear. The man was looking in horror at Buu hand, which had been generously coated in blood.

Buu: don't make me do this. Call her out.

Man: Fuck you you fucking goddamn mother fucking Ugly pink psychopath!!

Without a word Buu ripped off his other ear.

Buu cringed as the mans scream pierced the air. He had forgotten to tighten his hold on his throat.

Buu heard someone in the house move around. Then someone scream out.

Wife: JOHN! What happened!

Buu smiled evilly at the man.

Buu: Looks like I don't need you.

He tightened his grip enough the crush the man voice box. But not enough to kill him.

Buu wanted the man to watch as he killed his wife. Nobody called Buu Ugly and got away with it. Buu levitated enough so that the woman wouldn't see him when she came out. Humans so stupid…they never even bothered to look up when expecting an attack.

The woman ran out…she was holding a large shotgun.

She screamed…it was even more piercing than her husband.

Wife: JOHN!

John's mouth moved but nothing came out. He was try desperately to warn his wife. He knew where the monster was.

He could barely breath but he wasn't going to let that monster kill his wife.

Jumping to his feet John grabbed the rifle from Mary. She gasped as he aimed and fired.

She turned and looked up.

This time she was to surprised to even scream.

Mary: Majin BUU!

Buu laughed evilly.

Buu: Be chocolate milk!

This time the woman did scream as her body was changed from that of a middle aged housewife to a small cartoon of chocolate milk.

John tried to scream in fury. However no sound passed his destroyed throat.

He fired again…and again. He fired the gun until it was empty. Even after that he continued to pump and pull the trigger.

Buu dropped to the ground and picked up the small cartoon of milk. The bullets of course didn't hurt him one bit.

He looked between the cartoon and the man.

Buu: This is your wife you know?

Buu slowly opened the cartoon. He brought it to his lips. He noticed how disgusted the man suddenly looked.

Suddenly Buu smiled dementedly. He had gotten a good idea.

The man gasped as suddenly Buu disappeared.

The next thing he knew he was on the ground with Buu's knee in his chest. He tried to get up but Buu wasn't letting him.

He tried to struggled as Buu reached down grabbed his chin.

Buu laughed insanely as he forced the mans jaw to open.

This is what he gets for calling him Ugly. Without hesitation Buu poured the opened chocolate milk down the mans throat.

He coughed and sputtered. A look of pure and utter disgust filled the mans face and eyes. With a massive heave he threw up again…this time all over himself.

Buu watched interested as the man started to choke on a combination of chocolate milk (which used to be his wife) and his own vomit.

Buu had heard people could do this but he had never seen it.

The mans mouth opened impossible wide. As his body tried to find air, but instead found chocolate flavored, green with little brown junks in it vomit. It poured down the side of his face mixing with the blood from his torn ears. Little splatters of liquid flew though the air as he coughed trying with all his bodies might to expel the stuff. Some on it landed on Buu, but he didn't care. He just casually wipped it off.

After only a few minutes Johns brown eyes started to rolling back into his head…froth foamed and bubbled at the side of his mouth. His body Shuddered with convulsions and coughs that rippled though his overweight body. All the while Buu watched silent as he slowly suffocated.

After several minutes Buu finally stood up. The man had stopped breathing.