Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tortured Soul ❯ chapter three ( Chapter 3 )

Alysa slowly woke up, as was her nature. She didn't like to wake up. She like the warmth and safety of sleep. In sleep nightmares had no hold on her. It was in real life where the terror lived. Besides she was really comfortable. She hadn't felt this good in a long time. Her bed felt so soft and actually smelled nice for once.

Turning over she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

Man did she have one hell of a dream. It seemed so real and terrifying. The worst nightmare she had since she was a small child.

Stretching out fully to work the kinks out Alysa enjoyed the view from a near bye window. It over looked a small river or creek.

Alysa: Wait a minute….

Alysa looked around. This wasn't her room.

How did she get here…and why the hell was she here in the first place?

It was then that the memories hit. The attack and near rape…Buu, the blood and pain.

The horror came crashing down on her like a tidal wave against the shoreline.

It rolled in her mind and in her body making her sick and weak.

It was all real. Her dream was real.

Alysa: I've always known that real nightmares were real.

Alysa slipped out of the silk-sheeted bed…it was real silk not satin. The bed was a huge queen sized mattress with matching dressers and about everything else you would want in an extremely large bedroom.

The walls were a light creamed color pastel and there were several large and expensive looking artwork and sculptures in the room.

Where ever Buu had taken her he should did pick well. This place was amazing.

She walked over to one of the dressers. Alysa looked down at herself. She was still wearing the blood stained clothing that she had in the alley. She wanted something clean to wear, maybe even a bath. But what about the owners of this house.

Were they not home…or…worse?

Well surely they wouldn't mind her borrowing one outfit.

Digging through the drawers Alysa was annoyed to find that nothing seemed to fit her. She settled on shirt that was long enough to be a dress on her, and a pair of loose shorts that had a drawn string. She looked horrible in them, but at least they were clean and blood free.

Alysa walked to the door and opened it slightly.

She was afraid to leave the relative safety of her room. Yet afraid not to go and greet him. She feared that he could somehow know that she was awake. And the last thing she needed was that monster getting mad at her.

Softly she padded barefoot down the hallway. Trying to be as quiet as possible and stick to the shadows.

She came to a stairway and walked down it. Luckily every inch of the floors so far were padded in a thick and soft carpet. So she made hardly any noise at all.

She walked past the den then a living room…computer room three or four spare bedrooms with bathrooms and found absolutely nothing. She couldn't see or hear Buu anywhere.

A sudden loud crash almost made her scream. It was extremely surprising and loud in the eerie quiet of this house.

The sound she decided after making her heart go back into her chest was from the kitchen.

That was where she found Buu.

He was lying on his back quite comfortably on the countertop island in the middle of the large and beautiful kitchen. Or should she say used to be beautiful kitchen.

Buu certainly didn't help with its looks.

The place was trashed.

The refrigerator was obviously broken…in several pieces and shattered all over the place. It was totally emptied out. And there was no sign of the food.

Every cabinet and drawer was hanging wide open with their contents scattered all over the place. That had been what the crash was. Buu had apparently found where the owner of this house kept their pans.

He was at the moment eating an apple and slamming a frying pan into whatever was near him. He didn't seem to be aiming at anything. He was just swinging the thing.

Alysa: Buu?

Buu: UH…

Buu didn't bother to sit up. He just craned his neck all the way around. Which if he had any bones would have made them all break.

Alysa took it in stride even though that looked really painful to her.

Alysa: Where are we?

Buu sat up and dropped the frying pan. It landed on some pots with a loud clang!

Buu: Home.

Alysa: but…where are the real owners. I…

Buu interrupted her.

Buu: Dead.

Alysa: Dead.

Buu nodded a demented smile playing across his face as he remembered how they died.

Buu: It was fun.

Alysa closed her eyes and counted to 10. It wouldn't do her any good to pass out again.

Buu killed the owners of this house. You were sleeping in a dead mans bed. How does that make you feel? Never mind how nice the actual bed felt.

Never mind that this house is beautiful and yours for the use. That man is dead! Probably died really horribly to by the look on Buu's face.

Alysa crossed her arms to ward off the sudden chill in the room.

Buu she noticed had gone back to browsing though the cabinets. He seemed to be looking for something.

Alysa: What are you looking for?

Buu: Food, I'm hungry.

Well that made sense.

Alysa: I don't think they would keep anything here. Have you tried the pantry?

Buu tilted his head at her. She was beginning to learn his body movements. That meant he was confused, or didn't understand what she was saying. That was the same look as when she said she had been going to school.

Alysa: Never mind I'll look.

Alysa spotted a door that might lead into a pantry. When she opened it she was glad to see that it did. Not only that the people that used to live here kept a large stock of food.

Alysa glanced over her shoulder at the huge pink monster.

The guy was gigantic, probably could eat enough to feed an army.

Alysa: Do you want me to fix something?

Alysa hardly recognized her own voice. It sounded weak and breathless.

The reason of course was she was a hair away from going insane. The deaths of the men and now the homeowners were weighing heavily on her.

Not only that she felt extremely guilty of the fact that she liked the things she got because of their deaths.

The first…revenge.

The second…this house.

Her own home back in the city…was more of a rat's nest than a human living space. It was ragged, dirty and had absolutely nothing nice about it. When either one of her parents were home things got loud as someone started screaming at someone else. When the fight ended she always got the blunt end. They would yell at her and…sometimes more. She still had the bruises on her arms and legs from her fathers last beating.

She wondered silently as she gathered some food if her father or mother would even notice she was missing. After a moment she had to agree they would. Without her no one would cook for them, try to keep the house clean, or watch the baby.

And even Mother and Father wouldn't run the risk of leaving the baby by itself. That was a sure way to land in jail. So they would have to hire a sitter…and that would make them extremely mad. If Buu kept her here then left…she would be forced to go home…then they would…Alysa forced her mind to stop thinking. She didn't want to think about that.

Another rogue thought popped into her head…It would be nice if Buu…

NO!! Alysa closed her eyes again and counted. She couldn't be thinking like that. She couldn't start thinking of ways for Buu to have fun. It was wrong. It didn't matter if they both deserved a long and painful death. As painful as they made her life.

It was wrong!

Alysa poured the rice into a skillet adding carrots and other veggie's as it started to simmer.

Buu was wrong to like killing. He thought it was fun. That was wrong.

Alysa kept repeating this in her mind. She had to continue believing this. She had to, for her own sanity.

Buu she noticed was watching her closely. She shifted uncomfortably.

Buu: Is it done yet! I hate the wait!

Alysa: Almost.

Buu watched the girl closely as she prepared a meal. It smelled good, very good…he could hardly wait. Unfortunally cooking demanded he wait especially good cooking. And by the smell she was a good cook.

She also seemed to be bothered by something.

He had watched her face as different emotions played across it. She seemed so sad one minute then her face had lit up…then what he could only call a face of extreme guilt settled in to replace it.

Humans…they made no sense.

Buu stood up and stretched. He was extremely glad that she didn't take a long nap. She had only been asleep maybe ten minutes. He had heard somewhere that humans could sleep the entire night away. How boring.

Humans were boring.

Well except Alysa. She seemed interesting enough. The best thing about her though, in his mind was that she was quiet. He hated the talk. That's all this planet seemed to do. But not the girl. She only spoke when something needed to be said. He liked that.

Suddenly the ringing sound echoed though the house. Buu's upper body spun around toward the door.

That was the same sound as when he pushed that button.

Alysa: (gasp) Buu someone's at the door.

Buu thought about it as he moved his feet to face the same way as his upper body. He was hungry and didn't feeling like killing this exact second. Then again the person might suspect something if no one answered the door.

Hmmm…maybe he should just grab the guy and tie him up somewhere.

That sounded good. Then Buu and Alysa could have fun with him later…after he ate.

Buu: I've got this one.

He noticed how Alysa cringed at the tone of his voice. However she didn't voice an objection. Instead she went back to cook…although her shoulders seemed more tense than before.

The strange bell rung again. Buu growled, he didn't like that sound. Maybe he should find where it came from and smash it.

Buu was about to open the door when he noticed a little hole. Curious he looked though it…hey he could outside!

The image he saw made him sneer in anger.

It was a policewoman. What were the police doing here? This could be a problem. He didn't want them to come, or the army. He wanted peace to kill as he pleased.

Damn humans.

Well there was nothing he could do. The policewoman apparently was expecting an answer, if the look on her face was any clue. She had started to beat on the door loudly. Calling out to anyone that might be in the house.

Woman: Police…open up. Police.

Buu opened the door slowly, however he stayed behind it so the woman wouldn't see him right away.

Buu: Come in.

The woman nodded looking pleased.

Woman: Thank you sir. Sir we've got a call earlier…(gasp)

Buu' hand snake out with the speed of lightning and wrapped itself around her throat. The woman tried to scream but he shut off her windpipe just like he had done the mans.

Alysa walked in from the kitchen. Fresh tears were trailing down her face.

Buu: Don't worry…I wouldn't dream of getting blood on this nice carpet.

While Alysa settled down lightly the woman in his hand did not. She kept trying to scream and was trying to kick him.

With a look of hatred she grabbed for her gun. Buu was slightly annoyed. The bullets would harm the house.

She fired.

Buu felt absolutely nothing as the bullet passed though him. They didn't even tickle.

Buu grabbed the gun and crushed it in his hand.

Alysa: Buu…

There was something wrong with her voice. It sounded like she was in pain.

Buu turned around and was surprised to see new blood on the shirt she was wearing. He looked down at the policewoman, then at Alysa.

Alysa: I've been shot!

She seemed a hair away from total hysterics. Alysa slowly sank down to the floor. There was a lot of blood. Too much…she would die.

The policewoman remained silent though the whole thing. Her eyes wide in horror. But not at Buu…she had shot that girl accidentally. She had killed her.

From her police training and knowledge she knew a fatal wound when she saw it.

So ridden in guilt the woman was almost glad as Buu's hand tighten with deadly intent. Her neck snapped like a twig.

Buu let the woman slump to the floor in disgust.

He then walked over to Alysa and kneeled beside her. She was really bad off. The bullet had hit her in the stomach.

For the first time in his life Buu disliked the sight of blood. He gently lifted her shirt slightly to get a look at the wound. There was only one hole…the bullet didn't go all the way though. He wondered if that was a good thing or bad. He wasn't sure…he was a killer not a healer. With a focused beam of energy he tried to close the wound. It was bleeding too much. She would die.

Her flesh turned black from the heat of the laser and she screamed in pain.

However she didn't try to get away. It was almost as if she trusted him.

Buu frowned as the melted skin cracked and started to bleed again. This wasn't going to work. The wound was to bad…besides she would still bleed on the inside.

Buu chanced a glance at her face. She was white…well a sickly white, not like the white she turned when she fainted. Buu didn't like this color; he had seen it before…on corpses.

It sickened him almost to see her like this. He didn't want her to die.

Buu frowned. Something was tickling his mind, a memory of some sort. It wasn't his memory…well it was sort of. It was the memory from the soft one.

Buu's eyes narrowed as the fat Buu tried to talk to him. This so far had only happened when he tried to kill Hercule…what was that fat ass wanting to tell him.

He remembered a puppy…the puppy had been shot. Shot just like Alysa.

He remembered Hercule lying on the ground.

He had…healed them…healed.

Buu didn't smile at this knowledge. Although if it worked Alysa would be saved. The reason, he wasn't sure he could even do it anymore. That power had been the soft Buu's

Well it was her only hope. He needed to heal her.

He moved her slightly to get a better view of the wounds. She gasped softly with each breath. Probably blood was filling her lungs. She would suffocate or bleed to death soon.

Buu then placed his hands over the bullet hole.

For a moment nothing happened.

Buu tried harder. He didn't want her to die. He had chosen her to live. She wasn't supposed to die. Suddenly he felt the familiar glow within. Buu almost laughed in relief when the old power came forth.

It only took a moment.

Alysa suddenly sat up clearly confused.

Alysa: what?

Buu helped her to her feet

Alysa stared at the dead body of the policewoman. She then looked down at her blood soaked shirt. This was her blood. She would have died…nearly did if not for Buu. She turned slightly to look at him. Buu had already gone back into the kitchen and was sitting on the countertop again.

He acted like nothing had happened.

Yet he saved her again. Why did he keep saving her? Why didn't he kill her like everyone else? It just didn't make sense.

She looked down at the woman. At least she had died quickly; it looked like Buu had broken her neck. There was no blood.

Killing was wrong, wasn't it?

Yes…no…maybe…

Maybe it wasn't as wrong as she thought. Buu certain had no problem with it. And lots of people in the city killed everyday.

Who said it was wrong? Alysa once read somewhere a quote it had said; `some people are only alive because it's against the law to kill them.'

Did that mean the law was the one to say what was right and wrong. Buu didn't care about the law. He killed a policewoman, the very heart of law. She couldn't make him do anything.

Did that mean it wasn't wrong for him to kill?

Alysa chewed her nail nervously again.

What was right and wrong? Was it just a persons POV. Everyone had different ideas and different believes. Did that make them all wrong, or all right? And who was to tell the difference.

Most people thought it wrong to beat your kids, yet her father did it all the time. He didn't think it was wrong…or if he did he didn't care.

The law hadn't saved her from her father, or from those men that wanted to rape her. Buu saved her, not the law. And now he said killing wasn't wrong. He enjoyed it greatly. Took pleasure in other peoples pain.

Alyse looked back toward the woman.

Strangely she felt…absolutely nothing.

She didn't feel sickened or saddened by this woman's death. In a way she deserved it.

She was given power and used it carelessly. Alysa almost died because of her.

But Buu saved her.

He had power…more power than the law.

But did that make killing right?

Alysa ran quickly upstairs. The blood on her shirt was starting to dry. It felt really nasty.

She needed another shirt.

Alysa entered the bedroom she had woken up in. This was the master bedroom. This was where the homeowner slept.

He was dead and it was hers now.

Buu gave it to her.

But did that make it right?

She tossed the bloodied shirt into the cloths hamper and grabbed a towel from the bedrooms private bathroom. She wetted a corner of the towel and started to wipe the blood off her stomach.

She looked closely at herself in the mirror. She couldn't even see a scar. It was like it had never happened. Well except in her memories.

They were terrible, frightening and painful.

Memories of the sudden and unexpected hot burning sensation in her middle. The suddenly realization that the woman had shot her. The fear as she watched her very life flow out of her body.

It replayed in slow motion in her head. A black and white movie seemingly forever repeating.

She wouldn't wish that sort of thing on anyone. Or would she…

She hated so many. So many made her life hell. Did they deserve that?

Buu had told her she had the power though him to decide their fate. She could ask him to kill them.

Her father…the man that hated her very breathe. He beat her almost daily. Sometimes so badly she couldn't even go to school. She was forced to take it double after her baby brother was born. The boy was only a little over a year old and already father's hate had spread to the boy. So she found herself constantly putting herself between them.

So father would hurt her and not the baby.

Her mother…for no caring. Not having the guts to leave and save them from an abusive relationship. She didn't care that he might kill them someday. She was too much of a fucking coward.

The teachers…they knew very well what was going on. They ignored everything she said. Even sometimes calling her outright a liar. It was their job to help her. To make her save. They didn't.

NO…

Alysa shook her head violently. She wouldn't wish that on them. She remembered all to clearly the horrible fate of Buu's first victim…well not his first but hers.

She remembered his silent screams and the way he struggled, without any hope of getting away.

The way his flesh smelled as Buu burned him. Or the smell and feel of his blood as it was splattered against her.

She wouldn't wish that on anyone.

But…Buu would kill anyway. What if he chose someone good? Someone that was loved and loved back…someone with kids and actually took care of them.

Someone that didn't do anything wrong.

What if he chose to kill them?

Buu didn't know the difference…he didn't care.

Alysa slipped the new shirt over her head. She didn't know anything. Buu might not plan on killing anymore. He might plan to kill her. Or maybe he wanted to destroy the world with his great power. She didn't know…and she won't until she asked him.

So all this speculating on what she should do was for nothing. She should worry about hard decisions until she found out that she needed to make them.

…But if she did need to make them…what should she do?

Killing was wrong…killing was pain.

Nobody deserved that…but some deserved it more than others.

Right?

She wasn't sure.