Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tortured Soul ❯ chapter five ( Chapter 5 )

Alysa watched in horror as Buu launched himself at the store clerk.

However she couldn't express that horror, couldn't cry out or ask Buu to stop. She just watched. It was like someone else had control of her body. She was locked in. Locked in her own body. She didn't want this. What had come over her to ask Buu to do this? She hadn't meant it that way. She didn't want this.

NO stop.

Alysa fought against the cold shell holding her back. Pounded imaginary fist against something she couldn't see, and didn't understand.

This was the voices fault. She knew it. That voice had betrayed her.

I can't betray myself? I just didn't trust you to carry out your promise to me. I'm in control for now!

She screamed within her mind. But the barrier didn't give…what should she do.

Alysa composed herself and looked out of her eyes that no longer looked for her…but for someone else.

She saw the clerk…he was struggled against Buu. That was stupid of him. He couldn't escape, it was useless. The man was dead. He had been dead the moment she walked into this store. There was nothing she could do for him.

Buu: Alysa…go, lock the door.

She moved even though she screamed at her body not to.

She walked calmly to the door, pulled down the closed sign and locked the door.

All without a single command from her mind.

It was freaky.

Buu took the man to the back of the store. Where no one would see them. He grinned evilly down at him. However only half his mind was on this kill. The other half was keeping a close eye on Alysa. He studied carefully every move she made. What he saw just confused him.

Something weird was happening.

Granted he didn't know Alysa that well…but he had come to know her as a…timid creature. She seemed so different. She wasn't confident, but not timid either. Even the way she moved was different, even her walk had a different rhythm to it.

That must had been what was bothering him earlier. He just hadn't noticed it right away.

She didn't walk right. It was a much more aggressive walk. People like Alysa didn't walk like that. They hide in the shadows…with their heads down hoping not to attract attention. That was how she walked into the store. And then she came out like this…so unemotional.

That didn't seem right. Buu thought a moment. This was to weird even for him. He wanted his challenge to succeed and it seemed it had…but now he had a mystery on his hands. It was just to…err…mysterious for him not to look into it.

Knowing why he succeeded at his challenge was just as important as the challenge itself.

He would ask her about it…right after he dispatched this rude clerk.

Buu looked around him. He was searching for inspiration. He wanted to enjoy every second of this kill. After all he hadn't killed in an hour or more.

One thing Buu noticed was that there were several mirrors hanging up against the wall.

It made sense…sort of. Humans would want to look at their new cloths on them.

Hmmm that gave him an idea.

Buu smiled. It was a good idea, a real mind game. And that could be just as devastating to a man as pain. Quickly he forced the man to sit down in a chair. Then like before Buu used his own body so that he couldn't get away. Buu picked up the chair and faced it toward the mirrors.

The clerk stared at his own frightened reflection.

Buu: You shouldn't be rude to people you don't know. You never can guess what kind of friends they might have.

Buu lifted one large finger and let his ki concentrate of the tip. It created something akin to a blade. He had to be careful. One wrong move at this point and his plan would fall apart.

Walking behind the man Buu bent slightly to get a better look at the mans neck.

He nodded to himself and carefully pressed the ki knife against the mans skin.

The blade hissed slightly as it sliced though his skin. Skin boiled and blistered before giving way. The man cried out for only a second as the pain of the burn raced to his brain. However he became deathly silent as his feeble attempts to escape abruptly cease.

Clerk: What…what did you do? DEAR KAMI!

Buu straightened and wiped his blood-covered finger on the clerk's shirt.

What he had done was severe the clerks spinal cord.

Clerk: I can't move! You bastard! I can't move!

Buu chuckled at the mans horrified screaming. Then to test how well he had done his job Buu gently pressed his `knife' against the clerk's leg. A high-pitched shriek was like music to his ears. The smell of burnt flesh and cotton rose lazily from the small burn mark on the clerk's leg. Buu smirked as he noticed how the mans pants melted to his skin. It made the small cut all that more painful. What he had done was cut the spinal cord so that movement was ceased but feeling remained.

Now, just one more thing to do before he got to the `real' fun.

For a moment Buu studied the mans face. This was going to be trickier than the spinal cord. He had to find the exact spot which to cut.

Buu nodded and brought the point of his knife to the mans face. He hesitated only a moment then pressed the knife against the corner of one eyelid. With a tiny flick Buu severed the muscles that controlled the eyelid. There was very little blood.

The clerk screamed at the white-hot pain that shot from his face. It hurt so much that he didn't even know where it hurt. His entire face shrieked at him.

He jerked his head (the only part of him he could move) back and forth trying to get away from Buu. It was hopeless. Even if he did get out of the pink goo, he wouldn't be able to run.

Buu smiled and did the same thing to his other eyelid.

A little bit of blood spilled into his eyes. Tear sprang up and he tried to blink them away.

He tried…but he couldn't.

Dear Kami! He couldn't blink.

Buu: How do you like it? Now you have no choice but to watch what I do.

Buu almost gently took a cloth and wiped the blood from the clerk's eyes.

He was breathing hard and fast. His fear and horror radiated off him like a bad odor. The clerk's eyes were flickering back in forth in pure terror. Buu could only imagine how annoying it must be not to be able to blink. Well in a moment the clerk won't have time to worry about blinking. He'll be occupied.

A soft click from a door closing signaled Alsya's arrival.

Buu's smiled again. So Alysa was going to watch. He had thought for a moment she would stay in the main storeroom.

Clerk: Please…I didn't…I don't. Please don't hurt me.

The clerks pleads started to become shrieks. Buu's crossed his arms annoyed. He wanted to wait the man out. Buu didn't want to destroy the mans ability to scream. However the shrieks started to reach a higher pitch. Buu and Alysa both flinched.

Buu: Shut up!

With a violent movement…faster than the clerk could see Buu reached into the mans mouth and literally ripped out the clerks tongue. Buu felt the muscles stretch then give in jerky segments. All this happened in less than a second.

Blood splurted with amazing force from the torn muscle and skin.

The mans screeched in pain. Buu eyes widened slightly in surprise. Well what do you know? A human doesn't need his tongue to scream.

The mans face jerked from the pain. His mouth hung wide like a fishes, as thick bright red blood filled his mouth and poured out the side. He coughed as some blood tickled down his throat.

Buu frowned. He didn't want the clerk to choke to death.

With a single small ki blast Buu burned the wounded flesh closed. The man shrieked louder. Blood that had already been spilt splattered everywhere as he shook his head from the pain. Once again the smell of burnt flesh filtered though the air. It mingled with the sharp scent of blood nicely. Creating a wonderful atmosphere in which to start the real fun.

Buu noticed how Alysa didn't say anything, just took a step back to avoid the bloody mess.

Buu: Where should I start Alsya?

She was quiet for so long that Buu doubted she would answer him. But she did, and the sound of her voice made him do a double take. It was so emotionless…dead sounding almost. He had heard corpses talk with more energy.

Alsya: I once read a book where they ripped off the mans fingernails.

Buu glanced at her uncertainly. Not uncertain about ripping his fingernails off. That sounded like fun. But it was Alsya herself that gave him pause.

Her face was dead looking as her voice. Her eyes stared ahead unseeing. She didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. Her body seemed strange in the way she stood. Her shoulders were slumped, her arms hung lifeless at her side. She looked like she was barely able to stand.

Buu noticed another chair; he kicked it unceremonial toward her. Then used his ki to right the toppled chair.

Buu: You…sit.

She seemed to melt into the chair. Buu frowned again, deeper this time. He then snapped a finger in front of her face. She still wasn't looking at him.

This didn't make sense. Did she go crazy or something? And if so did that kind of thing happen so fast?

Buu rubbed his chin in thought.

After a moment he decided that perhaps her watching this was too much. So without a word he opened the back room's door and moved her (and chair) into the store's main room. She didn't say a word as he picked up her chair and moved her. She didn't even move.

Weird…

What the hell was wrong with this human?

Well whatever was wrong could wait until he finished with the clerk in the other room.

She just needed some space for a moment…or something.

Buu: you stay here. I'll be back.

Buu returned to the clerk. He was crying.

Buu smiled and for the moment forgot about the weird human in the other room.

Buu: Now…lets see about those fingernails.

Buu picked up the mans limp hand and partly used his ki, partly his fingers to get a good grip on the clerks nail. He had to use his ki, cause his own fingers were just to large for this kind of…err…delicate work.

Buu experimented on how hard to pull. He wasn't sure if it would hurt more to pull the nail out quickly, or slowly. Well the clerk had 10 fingers, and thus Buu had 10 chances to get it right. Buu started out slowly…at first the nail didn't want to come out. Buu had to pull harder. The nail resisted then jerked and came out smoothly, blood instantly swelled from the wound.

Buu likened the sensation of pulling out a fingernail to that of pulling a worm out of the ground. The nail stayed stubbornly in and seemed almost to stretch. Then something would just suddenly let go or break and the nail came out easily.

While the man squealed out in new and fresh pain, Buu held the tiny nail up for inspection. He frowned at the bloody mess. Without a word Buu wiped the nail on the clerks cloths. Buu smiled as the man shuddered in pain and disgust. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words. However nothing but nonsense sounds came out.

Buu ignored him and focused on his prize. The root of the nail was longer than he expected. It was easily as long as the hard part of the nail. It was a pearly white, stained reddish with blood. Not surprisingly it was very soft and pliable. It had a fibery look to it, with tiny strands poking out in disarray. Like a toothpick that someone has chewed on.

Hmm this might be something to keep. He could have Alysa make a necklace or something out of it.

It took less than five minutes for Buu to tear all 10 nails from the clerk's hands.

Buu took care to place the nails in a safe place. He didn't want to lose any of them.

Buu laughed and stepped back to look upon his victim.

The clerks face was extremely white. He had long ago stopped his nonsense words…and even the screams…well except when Buu made him really hurt.

Blood tinkled down his chin freely once again. The wound in his mouth had long ago opened again from his constant squealing.

Now the clerk just stared ahead at himself in the mirrors. He could see though red hazed eyes the blood on his chin. The bloodied stump of each finger.

He could see death.

The pain from his fingers had sapped all the strength he had in his body. He couldn't take anymore. He was spent. He wanted it to end.

Buu frowned and forced the clerks head back, so he could look in his eyes. The man didn't flinch or show any sign that he knew what was going on.

Buu knew all to well that look in a victims eyes. That happened when pain and desperation cause them to give up. After a while even pain didn't effect them. It was a sad and disgusting end. They just gave up…like fucking cowards. Buu spat to the side in disgust. He had seen children last longer than this asshole.

Without warning Buu kicked the man in the chest. Well though the chest was more the case. His large foot crashed though the clerk's chest cavity, pulverizing heart lungs and everything else. Buu was careful not to kick to hard and thus kill him instantly. He wanted the clerk to see his death, feel it coming. He wanted him to know exactly what was happening.

Buu watched while his grin widened at the clerks surprised and pained filled look. He had been shocked out of his shell-shocked trace. Unable to move the clerk watched in the mirrors as Buu removed his foot.

He saw what was left of his body. Which wasn't much.

He could clearly see each of his ribs. Some of them broken outward. Sticking out like shards of glass. Others were inward, cutting into what was left of his chest.

He could see the bloodied squishy mess that had been his heart. His flesh quivered in attempts to fulfill their required tasks. Even as it was his body still tried to pump blood so he could live. Blood flood freely and in great rivers, filling in extremely quickly the hole and then running over. Blood dripped down his stomach, down his legs and gathered in pools at his feet.

As he felt darkness starting to overcome him the clerk wished for his tongue. Wished he could tell that pink bastard how much he hated him.

He died…unable to even convulse as his brain died from massive shock. His body remained still. Only his head and face moved. His mouth moved. No words escaped.

Buu just smiled and wiped his foot against the carpet.