Fan Fiction ❯ Scions of Shinwa ❯ Vacant Scars ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: kaseiyl 
EXTREME VIOLENCE WARNING
Blood and Gore
Harming of Animals
Those who do not like such things
should skip on to the Chapter 01.
This is the worst chapter thus far in
my series, but it's not nesscessary
for the remaining story.
The beginning trails of the
Shinwa Priestess as she finds her
parents and family dog murdered.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.13.2006 | Updated On: 06.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 123 | Status: Work In Progress
EXTREME VIOLENCE WARNING
Blood and Gore
Harming of Animals
Those who do not like such things
should skip on to the Chapter 01.
This is the worst chapter thus far in
my series, but it's not nesscessary
for the remaining story.
The beginning trails of the
Shinwa Priestess as she finds her
parents and family dog murdered.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.13.2006 | Updated On: 06.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 123 | Status: Work In Progress
Sprawled out on top of her unmade bed, a young girl gazed vacantly at the ceiling fan that spun in fast circles above her head. Shadowy images of random thoughts coursed through the back of her mind, but she couldn't grasp a single picture to acknowledge what she was seeing. It was then that an agonizing pain erupted throughout her skull, sending her sitting upright on the bed.
Her eyes slowly refocused onto the hanging mirror on her closet door as the stinging ache began to subside. All she could center on was her own form in the reflection. Ghastly pale in appearance despite the time she spent in the summer sun, she continued to mull over the sudden eruption of throbbing.
As her mind began to settle something else caught her attention in the mirror. She raised her hand to her cheek as she felt the sticky sensation of something still wet against her fingertips.
"What the…?"
Drawing her hand down, she stared at the gooey matter that clung to her tips of her fingers. Only a few things came to her mind of what it was: jelly of some kind or blood.
Without any thought to it, she stuck her fingers into her mouth to get a taste. A bitter flavor filled all her senses as she abruptly made a disgusted face.
"Blood," she mumbled as she dragged her fingers across her shirt, cleaning her skin the best she could, "but there's no cut…"
Before she could examine herself anymore, the phone on her nightstand began to buzz as her eyes scanned swiftly to the ringing sound. In a matter of seconds, she found herself picking up the phone and placing the receiver to her ear.
"Hello?"
Silence filled the air as she held her breath for a moment, but then she sighed out in relief as her lips curled into a slight smile. It was only Amanda… Just Amanda…
"You don't normally call," she said into the phone as she paused for a moment to listen to what was being said to her, "what did you say?"
"Did something bad happen?"
"No, nothing happened," she stated with an unsure voice, "why?"
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up and peered around her small room until she caught sight of her alarm clock. She noted that it was nearing three o'clock in the afternoon which meant that dinner would be ready soon.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah," she whispered, "I swear to you that there's nothing wrong. What's wrong with all of a sudden? Didn't we talk this morning?"
"Do you hear something weird?"
"What?" she asked as she paused for a moment as it dawned on her that in the distance there was a dulling hum. Why hadn't I noticed that before?
"That's just the smoke detector," she finally said as she shook her head, "I guess Mom is burning dinner again."
"Maybe…I should come over."
"No, no," she protested in an annoyed voice, "everything is fine."
An abrupt flash of brilliant light caught her off guard as she tumbled backward, falling backward onto her bed. She laid there quietly for a moment as she breathed a little erratically. More shadows.
"I get the feeling that something happened…"
"Nothing happened, I swear," she groaned, "so stop…"
From the closed window blind, a shadow slipped past as the girl sat straight and peered over her shoulder to the windows. Dad?
"Look, I'm going to come over…"
"Don't come over!"
Swinging out her arm unexpectedly, she released the phone from her hand as it crashed into the ground and sent bits and pieces all around the room. That wasn't normal. I don't normally blow up like that, but I don't know… I don't…get it myself…
Alone and standing in the middle of her room, she turned her gaze to her bedroom door as water began to swell up in the corner of her eyes. Some unknown force seemed to want to hold her back as she reached out for the doorknob, but she refused to listen. Instead she crept out into the hallway as a smoky haze slithered across the ceiling.
"Mom?" she called out, but received no answer.
With the smoke detector blaring above her head and her eyes burning from the murky smoke, she pressed forward and inched her way into the kitchen that was encompassed with gray mist. Before she could gather her thoughts, her feet slipped out from under her as she swiftly lashed out her arms in order to steady herself for the fall.
Crashing onto the ground while skidding to a stop against the sink counter, she gazed hesitantly through the haze toward the stove. Her vision was filled with a horrific sight.
"Mom!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet, "what happened?!"
Once she stood up, she surveyed what she saw; her mother had the right side of her face planted steadfast on top of the red-hot burner. Immediately, the young girl rushed forward and grabbed at her mother's shoulders in order to pry her free.
"Wake up, Mom!"
With her shouts of concern and fear, she overlooked the two knives that impaled the older woman through both hands and tore straight into the hardwood of the cabinets. When she noticed the blades, she staggered back and slipped in the pool of blood that had drained from her mother.
"What the hell is going on?" she whispered to herself as she sat in the cold liquid with her hands holding herself up.
Lowering her head from the sight, she found intestines and other vital organs splattered on the ground as if someone had filleted her mother. Acid burned at the back of her throat as she felt her stomach churn at the sight.
She was right. Something did happen. Something happened. Something happened.
Slipping and sliding as she tried to escape the kitchen, she finally made it to her feet as she stumbled into the living room. Blood began to drip from the tips of her fingers as she looked down at them as her hands trembled.
Dad? The shadow from earlier? Was…?
Making her way outside, she paused for a moment at the top of the porch as she peered out to the front yard. Past the trees to the road and beyond, she stared apprehensively at the house that neighbored hers.
Pointless to ask for help. Pointless…
"Summer vacation," she whispered to herself.
Dad would be in the garage. He had been working on the car.
Trudging toward the building that sat at the side of the house, she noticed almost immediately that the side door was opened. Fear welled up in the pit of her stomach as she lumbered down the small hill and into the open doorway.
A chill touched her skin as she entered the dark building. Various smells attacked her abruptly as she about to cover her nose, but stopped when she remembered her blood-saturated hand.
All around her were cardboard boxes and toolkits that her father had collected. The room was cluttered so much that no car could ever be parked inside. Fumbling around the boxes and turning a corner of tools, her face bumped into something furry to the touch.
A startled yelp escaped her as she lurched backward where she slammed into some plywood boards. In front of her and hanging from the rafters was her family's pet dog. The animal swung back and forth limply from being strangled to death by the cord.
"Oh my God!" she screamed loudly as her eyes widened in appalling shock.
Getting to her feet, she wrapped her arms around the dead animal and hugged the furry creature tightly as she felt the stinging pain of another loss. First my mom and now Angel? Where's Dad?
"Dad?!" she cried out, releasing her grip on the dog.
Braving the darkness and the hanging gloom in the air, she pushed herself to move toward the back of the garage. Her feet tripped over random objects that had fallen into the path until she found herself staring at the back wall. And all hope she had to finding her father alive vanished with the sight she beheld.
Her eyes trembled in shock and disgust as she took a step back. There was no way she could pry her eyes away from the scene.
"Dad…"
All she could see was her father's body. Everything else in the room vanished and she was alone with her father. His body was stapled firmly chest-first against the wall while his face was turned away from view.
Bloody slits were cut just below his shoulder blades while his lungs had been ripped through them and hung like wilted wings against his bare skin. Her father appeared to her to be an angel against the wall, mutilated and lost from the world.
"What happened?" she asked as her body went cold.
A heavy slam caught her off guard as she turned on her feet and looked back the way she came. Nothing could be seen as she began to head back, noticing that the side door had been closed on her.
Anxiety welled up inside her, knowing now that whoever had murdered her family was near. As she got to the door, she stopped in her tracks as her eyes fell upon a piece of paper that had been tacked to the door.
"Happy…birthday, Jennie?" she read out, staring at the note.
Dropping to her knees, she stared at the dirty floor as she felt her world turn bitterly cold. Emptiness surrounded her as she began to laugh to herself. The laughter chilled her more as she grinned to herself, reaching up to grab the note.
"Funny," she said to herself, "real funny."