Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tortured Soul ❯ chapter six ( Chapter 6 )

It was dark, dark and silent.

Alysa opened her eyes. Although when she thought about it she didn't remember closing them. Looking around her all she saw was darkness. Dark so complete and black she wondered if her eyes were truly open.

Where was she?

Something she knew was wrong. It frightened her terribly.

Any place that was so dark, so quiet, couldn't be normal. A place that had no sensation. Not even temperature (for she was nether hot or cold…or even comfortable) couldn't be natural. It was as if her brain had been severed from her body.

She couldn't even feel the ground beneath her.

Alysa: Hello?

Her soft and timid voice echoed off unseen black walls. It bounced back at her louder than she had expected. At least that was something. Something real she could grasp onto.

A place like this could cause someone to go insane.

Alysa…don't kid yourself. You're already crazy.

Alysa gasped and spun around. Where did that voice come from?

Nothing but the everlasting darkness met her searching eyes.

Alysa: Who…who said that? Hello…

Losing her nerve Alysa fled. Ran away from the soundless abyss surrounding her.

She didn't know where she ran, or even if she could run away from it.

She wanted out. She wanted to be free.

Her echoing footstep followed closely behind her. It was eerie; it gave the distinct impression that someone was following her.

Tears sprang into her eyes and she tried to run faster.

Alysa: Get away from me!!

So suddenly that she nearly screamed the scenery changed. One-step nothing but the darkness could be seen…the next, everything changed.

She came to a sudden bone jarring halt.

She was…home.

Alysa looked around her. This couldn't be real. She had been in darkness. So this had to be a mirage or something. But…it seemed right. Everything was in place, the exact way she remembered it as she left for school this morning.

Was it really only this morning? It felt like years.

Alysa took timid steps forward. Her feet soft against the shaggy and stained carpet.

This was home. Everything was just to perfect for it to be not real.

How did she get here?

Alysa made her way to the small kitchenette. She looked around the dirty but neat space. Timidly she opened the refrigerator.

Cool air blowed onto her skin.

Everything seemed real. Every detail was perfect…even the flickering light in the frig.

Was she really home?

*gasp* The baby!

Alysa ran though the living room and down the small cluttered hallway.

She stopped at the baby's room door.

Something was wrong.

She knew it the instant she saw the door.

It seemed broken. Like someone had ripped it off its hinges then tried to fix it.

Alysa gently reached up and traced a long jagged crack in the door.

Alysa: No…Brian.

She was scared to enter his room. Scared of what she would find…or not find.

Taking a deep breath Alysa pushed the door open. It creaked in protest, but swung open easily.

She screamed!

The room…it was covered in blood. Deep bright red blood.

The sharp scent threatened to overcome her. It made her gag. She wanted to throw up.

So much blood. It was splattered against the wall. It pooled on the floor at her feet. It stained every piece of furniture in the room.

Alysa: BRIAN…NO BROTHER!

She fell to her knee, not caring that she kneeled in her own brothers blood. She sobbed uncontrollable for what seemed like centuries. When she was about to think again she lifted her head slightly.

A small little baby's shirt laid in front of her. Somehow it caught her attention.

The shirt was bloodied and ripped almost beyond recognition. She lowered her hands from her face.

She knew that shirt. She remembered it…all to well.

Gently she reached and picked up the dripping wet shirt.

This had been the shirt she dressed him in this morning.

Tears sprang to her eyes.

No this shouldn't have happened. If only there was something she could do.

She would do anything to save her brother. He was the only one she cared about. The only soul she loved.

He was more her son than brother. Ever since he had been born she had taken care of him. His real mother didn't care. No more than she cared for her oldest child. As long as her husband didn't beat her then she was happy.

Alysa had done everything for him. She had clothed, feed and played with him. She had protected him. She had even placed her body between him and their father.

Brian was everything to her.

And now he was dead.

It hurt so much it was hard to breathe.

Alysa cried harder and brought the tiny piece of cloth to her face. She tried not the feel the blood but instead the soft feel of the cotton as she placed it against her cheek.

Alysa: Why…oh Brian. Why…

Because you were too much of a fucking coward to save him.

Alysa gasped and tried to stand up and whip around at the same time.

She failed at both and instead landed on her bottom in a suddenly huge pool of blood.

Alysa screamed as the blood turned black and thick. It came to life and ensnared her limps and wrapped itself around her waist. She tried to get up but found her body being held fast. After a moment of struggling she gave up and instead tried to see the source of the voice.

She could see someone…almost. Someone deep in the shadows of the hallway. She couldn't make out what she looked like, only the outline of her body.

Even now…you're to scared to save him.

Alysa: What…he's already dead? The blood?

Haha your stupider than even I thought. None of this is real. This room…this house is all in you mind.

Alysa: Does that mean you're not real?

No…no I've very real.

Alysa shivered as the voice started to step closer and into the light.

First a tiny shoeless foot because visible then…her body, and finally her face became clear for Alysa to see.

Alysa gasped as she came face to face…with herself.

The girl in front of her looked just like her…except she was covered in bruises and gashes. The wounds on the girl's body Alysa noticed numbly were all that she herself had suffered. Only on this girl they hadn't yet healed. Blood as bright as the sun flowed freely from her cuts. The blood covered her body as completely as any cloth. In fact it was her clothing. A red and pulsing gory outfit…something so horrible and disgust that even the most grotesques designer could not imagine such a design. Long strains of what could only be called tenicuals lazily moved and shifted in the outfit. They looked like black shiny roots…except they moved and had veins. The veins stood out in grisly contrast and throbbed as if unseen blood flowed though them.

Her eyes like two green emeralds shone with a bright and terrible light.

As you see I am you. Well a part of you.

Alysa was disgusted. This wasn't her. She was nothing like the nightmare standing before her.

Alysa: I don't understand.

Alysa's twin brushed back her hair unconcerned. It was a gesture Alysa knew well. The familiarity of the movement sent a shiver of fear down her spine.

You don't have to. I'm a part of you and you are of me.

Alysa gasped again as the black blood of her brother disappeared, as well as everything around her.

She was in that terrible darkness again. But she could see something…this time the darkness wasn't complete.

Somewhere far away two twin green glows stared back at her.

Don't make me do this again! For next time you will not wake up.

Alysa: I don't understand!

Alysa woke up suddenly and with such a violent jerk that it almost made her fall off the chair she was sitting in.

What…where was she?

A quick glance around and she suddenly remembered.

She was in the clothing store.

For a moment she just sat and concentrated on breathing. That must had been the strangest and most horrible nightmare she had ever had.

She was extremely glad to know it wasn't real.

Alysa frowned.

Or was it? Something tickled her senses. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up, and she shivered.

Maybe it wasn't just a dream. Maybe it…she was real.

Alysa touched the side of her forehead timidly. As if she was afraid the monster in her mind would sudden explode from her head and take shape.

She was frightened.

She couldn't lie…not to herself. That thing…that strange and twisted version of herself truly existed.

Alysa remembered only all to well, when she had been trapped in her own body. When she couldn't move on her own or talk…or even see.

Someone…or something had taken over.

And that other had sounded like the voice she had heard.

So were the voice and image one and the same. She wasn't sure.

But she was sure of one thing.

She would not let Brian be killed. The vision in her mind of her brother's bloodied room would not come true.

Alysa closed her eyes and forced the tears from her eyes.

There was only one-way she knew of how to insure her brothers safety.

She had to kill her parents.

Not just her father, but mother as well. It was common knowledge that women who live or marry abusers make the same mistake over and over. Alysa couldn't risk the chance that Brian would end up in the hands of a stepfather that would beat him…or worst.

That was the only good thing about her father…he had never touched her in that way.

Alysa couldn't trust her mother to protect Brian. So she had to be killed.

Guilt assaulted her suddenly.

She had just condemned her parents to a painful and horrible death.

Alysa took a deep breath and forced the feeling down.

She couldn't afford to feel guilty…or even bad. She had to protect her brother. Her brother was all that mattered.

Her innocence was a small price to pay for his safely.

Alysa forced herself to stand up. She wobbled and almost fell. Her limbs they felt heavy and awkward.

She stood next to her stair. Leaning heavily against it until the sensation left.

Alysa glanced at the door that lead to the back room. She swallowed hard.

She remembered vaguely Buu's fun before he forced her out. She could only imagine the horror that lay behind that door.

Slowly she turned the knob and opened the door. Praying to whatever god there might be out there that Buu had already finished his work.

The scene before her didn't register right away. When it finally hit her brain she gagged and almost fell again.

This was worse than even the man that tried to rape her had been.

Buu was sitting comfortable on a large desk.

Alysa: Buu?

Buu leaned back his head turning in an impossible angle so he could look at her. He frowned.

Buu: So you're finally awake. I've been waiting for a…long time.

Alysa: Why didn't you wake me?

Buu: You wouldn't wake up.

Alysa: Oh.

Buu jumped down from the desk and walked over to her. He lowered his head so that he could look her straight in the eyes. Alysa shifted uncomfortable but she didn't have the guts to look away.

Buu: You seem normal again.

Alysa finally gathered the nerve to look away.

Alysa: I don't want to talk about it.

Buu seemed slightly surprised at her tone but said nothing.

I can't be weak.

Alysa found herself shaking in fear. She knew what had to be done. It had to be; there was no way around it. It was the only way.

Yet she still found it hard to except that fact. She was a good girl. She was innocent. She never did anything bad.

This was so much harder to do, than it had been deciding to do it.

In the back of her mind she felt something slither around. Like a snake moving in its sleep. Alysa panicked retreated from the feeling. She knew without knowing who or what that was. She also knew what would happen if she didn't do as the rogue part of her commanded.

That's it. I have to ask. This isn't just about me. This is about a little boy. A sweet little angel that deserves so much more.

Alysa: Buu…

Buu turned toward her. He had been playing with what was left of the clerk's body. Just to amuse and save himself from boredom.

Alysa closed her eyes and forced the foul words off her tongue. She had to say it. This was her responsibility.

Alysa: You said when we first met…that…that…you would…I uh…you…

She couldn't say it. Looking up she pleaded with Buu to finish.

Buu: I would kill for you.

Alysa nodded then took a deep breath. Here it was. This was her chance to be strong. This was chance not be a coward. She would be the hero. She would save her brother. He would be able to grow up happy and free, and most importantly…safe.

Alysa: Will you help me kill my parents?

Buu forced himself not to smile. Alysa didn't like it when he did.

She was actually asking him to kill for her. Well that was a start. A really huge jump forward in his challenge. The day wasn't even half over and he had gotten this far with the small human. He felt good. Buu liked to succeed at what he set his mind to.

Instead Buu frowned as he remembered the past hour.

Alysa had fallen asleep and he could not wake her. No matter what he did nothing even stirred her from that sleep. If it wasn't for the fact that she wasn't cold he would have thought her dead. Even her heart rate and breathing had dropped dangerously low. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to wait, but he didn't want to leave her. And he didn't want to kill her…at least not yet. He was so close to his goal. It would have been a waste of time and energy to kill her then.

So he had suddenly found himself with time on his hands.

He had seriously thought about going outside and killing en masse. But decided against it, he wanted to be here when she woke up.

So that left him once again with nothing to do. And as he said before, 'waitings no fun, I hate the wait'.

So to pass the time a little he had ripped shredded and just plain destroyed what was left of the clerk's body. It was fun. Buu liked the way blood would splatter against the walls and create different patterns. Well it pasted the time nicely…and here they were, with her asking him to kill her parents.

Buu: I will help you.

Buu watched, as she turned white again. He could sense the overwhelming fear radiating off her. She really was terrified to kill.

She glanced up at something on the wall. A small round object with numbers.

Alysa: They'll be home in about 10 minutes….we…better go.

She started crying again. Good grief…what was this human made of…tears?

Buu nodded and after she capsulized the clothing she had picked out they left he store together. They were noticed…which wasn't surprising. 15 ft pink monsters coming out of a clothing store are hard to miss. Not only that but also Majin Buu was literally covered in the clerks blood. Most of it was finally starting to dry and thus slouch off…but it was still all over him. However no one said a thing…or even looked cross-eyed at the frightening look alike of Majin Buu.

Again without a word he slung the small human onto his shoulders.

Alysa: Buu…

Buu tilted his head slightly to let her know he was listening. He felt slight annoyed. If she asked him to forget about her parents…he stopped the thought before it ended threatenly.

Alysa: I have a baby brother. Please…I beg you don't hurt him. He's everything to me.

He was slightly startled at the passion in her voice. She never sounded like that before. This…brother…whatever a brother was must really be important.

Well fine he wouldn't hurt the child. Besides babies weren't any fun to play with anyway. They couldn't beg you to stop.

He nodded once to let her know he understood and then jumped in the air.

She pointed the way and off they went.

10 minutes…wasn't very long to get there and then get ready.

Of well…fun didn't need to be planned.

Buu waited as patiently as he could for Alysa to unlock the door to her home. As he looked around his nose crinkled in distaste. This place wasn't anything like the house he had chosen for them. This place…this what she had called an apartment was a dump. The hallways were filthy and smelled…the walls had holes in them, as did the carpet. Little and not so little bugs were everywhere.

Surely humans took care of their own better than this. This place wasn't fit to live in.

Alysa opened the door slightly.

Alysa: Mom…dad? Good their not home.

Looking out in the hallway both ways Alysa ushered Buu into her home.

The place was small…and although surprisingly clean was extremely run down.

There was also a scent in the air. Buu knew this smell. It surprised him. The smell was violence…it was subtle as it always was. But to someone with his nose, and knowledge it was unmistakable. He also knew that the smell would disappear after a day or so…this is was fresh. Why would Alysa's home smell of violence?

Alysa: If your hungry there might be something in the frig. They should be here any minute.

Buu decided he wanted some answers.

Buu: Why do you want them dead?

The question must have startled her, because she whirled around. She blinked in uncertainty and actually shivered lightly.

Alysa: I um…I…

Alysa was saved by answering when the distinct sound of keys in a lock echoed though the room.

She gasped.

Alysa: Damn I thought we would have more time. Buu…please I beg you. Wait until I get the baby away before attacking.

Buu nodded and floated toward the ceiling. He had a distinct feeling that he would learn why by just watching.

Alysa swallowed hard and smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt. Her eyes suddenly grew large. Would they notice that she wasn't wearing what she left for school in?

The door swung open…revealing her mother holding a sweet young crying child.

Mother: here…take him.

She shoved the crying child into Alysa's arms. He stopped instantly and snuggled against her. Tears sprang into her eyes as she noticed a already forming bruise on the sweet babies face.

Alysa's mother looked around nervously and headed toward the bathroom. That Alysa knew was the only place her father wouldn't bother anyone in. She gulped suddenly terrified…if mother was going there now then Father had to be in a real mood today.

Turning quickly Alysa fairly flew into Brian's room. She laid him down in his crib and promised she would come back for him.

What was going to happen was something not even a baby should see.

She heard he father stomp into the house. Even his footsteps sounded angry.

Alysa closed her eyes. Buu was here. She didn't have to fear him. Buu would save her.

Buu would save her brother.

Head down she walked into the living room. She was slightly surprised that Buu hadn't attacked yet. What was he waiting for?

Father: Bitch…this place is a dump.

Promptly he upturned the dinning table. Then he grabbed a chair and bashed in into the floor. Wood cracked and splintered.

Alysa sobbed at her father's violent outburst. What has made him so angry? This was worse than normal. She stiffened as she felt his eyes upon her.

Father: Your teacher called.

She could hear the sneer in his voice. It was terrible and ugly.

Father: So where have you been all day? Running around…whoring?

With the force of a coiled snake he reached out and grabbed her arm. She was jerked within striking distance of her father. She was so terrified she totally forgot about her supposed savior. She closed her eyes and waited for the blows to fall.

Father: You're nothing girl! You ain't worth what it takes to feed you. You're nothing but a stupid bitch! I think perhaps I've been too easy on you! It's time to teach you your place girl!!!

Suddenly behind her closed eyes her dream flared to life. Brian's room drenched in blood. Her other self battered and bloodied. The voices calling her a coward. A fucking coward that never fought back. That just let her father do as he pleased. Brian would die and she would be trembling in the corner.

Anger as hot and painful as a burn rose up.

She didn't want to be a coward anymore.

With a shriek that startled even her Alysa felt her hand lash out almost on its own. Felt her well taken care of nails find flesh. Her father grunted in pain…then everything became silent.

Alysa opened her eyes in surprise at what she had done. Four bright red marks now decorated her fathers face, already blood swelled and rolled down his face

He seemed as surprised as her. For a moment he just stared at her. Then he brought up his free hand and touched his face. He looked down at his stained red fingers.

A huge hairy fist flew at her and slammed against her cheek. Lights flashed in her eyes and she fell like a rag doll.

Father: I'll kill you for that bitch!

Alysa screamed and rolled into a ball, as she tensed ready for the blows.

Thus she was surprised when the expected blow didn't come. For a terrifying moment she thought this was some sort of sick game her father was playing on her. As soon as she looked up he would start to beat her. However the silence was so unlike him.

She cautioned to looked up. Relief hit her so hard she smiled in spite of the things that were to happen.

Alysa: Majin Buu.

Buu had her father pinned against the wall. One great hand around his neck. Alysa smile widened at the horrified and terror filled expression on her fathers face as he realized whom this was. Either by luck or design Buu wasn't holding him tight enough to cease his ability to talk. In the back of her mind she noticed that Buu was waiting for something. She realized he was waiting for her. This was her kill. This was going to be all her.

The part of her that tried to remain innocent was lost in the blazing burning pain of revenge. The ache in her jaw reminded her of it with every breath she took.

Father: Majin Buu?!

Her head still spinning she stood up. A part of her gloated at how helpless he looked now. How different her father looked when he was up against someone bigger and stronger than he was.

Alysa: What's the matter father. Don't you like my new friend?

Her voice twisted into something that didn't sound like her. The adrenaline from her fathers attack was making her legs feel rubbery and her head light. Of course the blow to her face didn't help any on that front either.

Father: Alysa…what…I don't understand sweetheart.

Her father voice was soft. As if he didn't trust himself to speak louder for fear they would hear the terror in his voice.

Alysa: SHUT UP! YOU JUST SHUT UP!! I don't want to hear another word from you ever again!!

With all the might in her tiny body Alysa reared back and backhanded him across the face. The smacking sound was loud in the almost silent living room.

Alysa tried not to cry. She really did but even as she screamed at her father tears found their way down her face. They felt hot against her cheeks.

She turned away for a moment to try and control her emotions.

It seemed every terrible memory and hate filled moment of her life was trying to find its way to her consciences. It was too much for her at this moment. It made her head hurt, with an ache more than just a headache. This was something that came from the pain of living.

She took a deep breath and turned back toward her father. She startled as she came face to face…err hand with Buu gigantic palm. She looked up at him in confusion as a tiny ball of light formed.

Buu: Take it. Kill him.

Her eyes fell back to the ball of light. What was it? And could this light really kill someone. Or more importantly kill her father.

Alysa slowly raised her hands…and stopped. Could she really kill him herself? It was hard enough just to ask Buu to do it. Did she really have it in her to kill someone?

She was a innocent. She was a good girl. If she did this she would be…different.

Even knowing this she didn't understand what truly would happen to her. It was one of those things no one but those who had gone through the same thing would understand.

If she did this she would be changed.

Her fingers trembled.

She trusted Buu so she didn't fear the ball.

Slow she reached and took the ball into her hands. It was strangely warm. A warmth that penetrated every part of her body.

Buu withdrew his hand leaving her with the light sphere of light.

Neither spoke as she stared down at the light. This was the point of no return.

If she killed…then she killed. She would be a murderer for the rest of her life. Nothing would change that fact.

But…

Alysa looked back up at Buu. He was watching her closely. As if he was studying her.

Alysa:…what…do I do with it?

Buu: Just throw it at him.

Alysa: Just throw it.

The light made her head hurt. So she closed her eyes again.

Something moved in her mind again. Images of Brian's bloodied cloths…or the real life bruise on his tiny face came to mind. She trembled as she opened her eyes again. For a brief moment she looked up at her father…and perhaps for the first time without fear. He blinked back at her his eyes pleading. How many times had she begged him to stop? How many times did he spit…or just laugh in her face?

For Brian…

Alysa: For Brian…

She then gently tossed the glowing ball toward him.