Fan Fiction ❯ The Nightmares of Wilddog ❯ Eycalipsia's Delirium ( Chapter 1 )

Eycalipsia's Delirium

Stumbling. I am like a sheep with its herd. I have no mind, I have no soul, or at least that was what they thought. My friends had told me not to worry, the chances of any of us getting picked to be the next one shot is like a chance of fifty out of fifty.

Think of it like this: You are going to be executed today with a group of people you know, and those you don't. Only half will live, and only half will die. I try to shake the tears out of my eyes, if there were any. I couldn't. I was like a walking zombie, a vessel without a soul. This is what they wanted, right? They wanted a soulless toy to play with. I doubt I'll live to see another day. I doubt even if I do, I'd be grateful.

Concentration Camp, that's what this place was like. All taken place out in the countryside where no one will find us. There is a forest not so far away, but no one ever bothers to run there, because of the animals. The place was infested with sins known as slavery, torment. If you weren't shot, then you would be whipped, beaten, eaten by others, slaughtered, gutted, skinned, hung, you name it. If it's anything to deprive one of their life, you'd see it happen. I've seen people being shot, their brains plastered on the ground, a hole in their skull, bones shown and blood pouring out of their eye sockets. I have seen their bodies go limp just before they fall. I have seen them being beaten, tortured and even verbally abused ahead of time just so that they can bash in their brains within the next three hours.

Still, I didn't cry. I couldn't. And I managed to have my friends dragged into this Hell. If I had thought that living before was Hell, then I was wrong all along. All that was, was a prison. Believe me, I have the scars to prove it.

The name is Oni Wilddog. And here I am, watching as everyone is being dragged into their own deaths. Only half will live. Only half will die.

Here the workers come, already. I see out of the corner of my eye, a blonde chick grinning. Maybe it was delirium? Can be sure. I look back down again, I couldn't watch her...just standing there, grinning like she knew something I did not. I stared down at my feet. That bitch wouldn't be grinning for long when she's up there.

Yes, here the assholes go now.

"Trianna Rosenheimer," the man worker said, holding up a list of names of the people. The next one to die. Funny how they even knew all of our names like it mattered. Onia Wilddog, you are going to be the next one to get shot once you take a step forward.

I can just see it now. It'll probably be a quick death anyway. I will watch the faces of my friends just before the world goes black, and I will reach the higher plane. What will I do after my death? Be reincarnated? Live another fucking life of hell? Or go to Eden, the perfect Heaven where I'll be happy for all eternity?

Maybe I'll choose to be reincarnated. It's probably too crowded in Heaven, anyway.

The lines become shorter. I hear gunfire ahead every now and then. I cringe to think that one of those gunfire's could have been inflicted on one of my friends. I wanted to cry. I wanted to drop down onto my knees and cry. But I couldn't. Honest to the damned gods I COULDN'T! I just felt so numb.

"Don't worry," she told be. That stupid blonde chick. She looked down on me with a smile on her face. "It'll all be over sooner or later. Just enjoy living while you can."

"Yeah, right," I mutter, standing up straight.

I remember this morning, the way things were. One of the workers kicked me in the spine. Go ahead, kick me hard enough to paralyze me, at least then I won't have to watch you assholes kill every goddamned person you see! Kill me and be done with it! KILL ME AND LET IT ALL BE OVER! KILL ME NOW!

As I pass a worker, the man whose always been had an eye on me lately, but he never really did look at my face. Fucker. Strider was his name, and was known for being the sleaziest assholes in this entire camp. He stares at me like I am eye candy, chewing gum, while holding a Uzi. I couldn't see the expression on his face well enough, for his soul had been blocked by the dark shades he had been wearing.

Strider pops the bubblegum, leaning over towards me. "Are you scared?" he asked me.

"No," I told him the goddamned truth. I didn't want to lie to this cock-sucking bastard, because I wasn't scared.

"You're a brave one, Wilddog."

"Good, you remember my name," I reply cheekily.

"Yes, I remember you well. I remember the dreams I've had of you, too, Oni Wilddog, and the fantasies," Strider rested a gloved hand on my face, though I gave him an evil glare. "I've had dreams about you every night and woke up screaming your name ever since I saw those big, round--"

Quickly, grab him by the wrist! That's what I did. The evil glare turned into pure hatred. "Quit dreaming, you goddamn shit. Maybe then you might get a real fuck partner," I said spitefully. If he was going to kill me now, then I'd let him. Let him kill me, I don't give a rat's ass. Kill me now and let it all end. But he didn't. He held the Uzi up, but didn't press it against my face and fire like I had hoped. Instead, he smiled, holding it at his side, and backed away.

"Be careful what you talk about, Wilddog," he said with his toothy grin. "If you keep that kind of foul mouth towards people like me, you might not get killed, but we can do a whole lot worse."

Asshole.... I think, as the line goes ahead.

"You get that often?" the blonde chick asks me.

"Only from him."

"I'm sorry. I'll be sure he'll be one of the firsts to go."

"Right," I turned to her. "Are you on fucking crack or something? I've heard that someone has been passing some Angel Dust around or whatever that shit is called."

The girl shrugged. "Not at all. My name is Eycalipsia, by the way. You?"

"Doesn't matter. With my luck, I'll get my fucking brains blown out within the next hour if these shits keep going like this," I murmur.

"Well, in that case, Oni Wilddog, it was my pleasure meeting you."

I turn to her, baffled. "Wha...? You ask for my name and you already knew it?! You're one messed up bitch, you know that?"

"I've been called worse," she says.

"Whatever...." the line pulls up.

"So, where is all your friends?" Eycalipsia asks me.

"They're all in the back," I say, as I take another step forward, neither of us even flinching like the others at the sound of the gunfire.

From that moment on, we both were in silence, along with the others. Strider was left miles behind us, and I was awaiting for my death...hopefully. Take me, pull me up on that stool and shoot my fucking brains out, I don't care anymore! I don't want to hear Eycalipsia's talking, or Strider trying to get down my pants anymore. I've had enough of watching my friends come and go, watching their limp, gray bodies as people quickly start taking them, splitting their flesh open with their teeth and eating them raw to the bone.

I was slender, extremely skinny with slightly baggy clothing and a tank top currently. My light brown hair hung loose over my back and shoulders. My gray eyes was a little disproportionate to my face, and I didn't see what Strider liked so much about a girl like me. A sixteen year old fucking insane freak, yearning for any sign of death. I'll take it all. I'll starve myself if I have to. I just want to let it end!

I have been here for a month. Before that month, I can barely recall the way I used to live. I went home, I'll live, and soon I'll die. Dying the way I never thought was allowed on this goddamned green planet. Shoot me, stab me, anything but what Strider desires from me, because I know what will happen when this is over, and there will be nothing that the other workers will do to object. Fucking masochistic cult. I'LL KILL THEM ALL MYSELF!!!

Another hour has passed. Frequently I'll hear a loud "BANG" in the air. Everyone would twitch. Now I can see the people being brought up onto the stool, and watched as their brains tainted the air, and their corpse thrusted onto the ground. I didn't care, because that was going to be me. I just know it.

Please let my death come soon, please. I want to die...I want to die!

Soon...soon...the death I have been yearning for will come SOON!

"Oni Wilddog...step into the line right passed me, you are free to go."

My heart sinks. Free to go...? I have to...go? No.... NO! I look over my shoulder and see Strider giving me a wave and a large grin. No, this can't be happening! No, I can't still be alive to be tortured for another day! NO! NO! I CAN'T LET IT HAPPEN! Oh my god, what about...what about...? Oh god, GOD HELP ME!

I'm alive.... I don't move, my feet are planted where they are. The person behind me is being pulled, forced up onto the stool, where the worker pulls up his Uzi to the man's head. He screaming, begging him to let him go.

Fool. Why does he want to live another day...?

Within a single gunshot, red liquid is plastered on the ground, and on my frozen face. I taste some blood in my mouth, but I just stand there, frozen with shock and dread of what will come tonight. I can see myself being pulled into Strider's tent, and I can see what he pleases to do with me. I tightly close my eyes. This can't be happening. I can hear myself screaming Strider to stop what he is doing, and I can hear...I can see...I can feel what will come. Dread and horror...pain....

I fall onto my knees in pain. And then I heard the head worker, as soon as he threw the man whom he shot onto the ground, and called: "Eycalipsia--"

"I don't think so," she said.

Fucking bitch...what the hell does she think she's doing?

"Get over here," the man urged her. "Now."

"No, I don't think I want to."

I look up at her in shock. She'll be shot, right there and now. She'll be shot and there is nothing that she can do about it. Blood will be poured, and I will be drowning in my own dry tears. The reason why I am probably still alive is because of that asshole, Strider. HE'S the reason why I wasn't being pulled up there...HE'S the reason why I am still alive...HE'S the reason why NONE OF THIS IS HAPPENING!

The next thing I know, I jump up to my feet, running towards Strider with my hands out, screaming at the top of my lungs. No one fires, for Strider most likely had told them not to before. He thought he could handle me. I am still alive and running and I don't want to be anymore! Why can't he take the hint?!

With a single swipe, I drag him onto the ground and I pin him down, folding my fingers around his neck, when he grabs my hands and pries them apart. My eyes are wide with delirious shock, trying to hit and punch and kick and scream as he stands up and pulls me up with him. Strider turns me around and starts taking me to the front of the line. "I'm not going to have you killed, Oni Wilddog, but if you keep this up, I'll tell them to kill your friends."

And with that, there was a single purge of gusting organs through the air, and both me and Strider watched as the head worker fell down onto the ground, with Eycalipsia standing right there...right behind him, smiling.

"Now don't think of this as a 'jail break' y'all," she says, picking up the Uzi that the worker had been carrying. "I didn't kill this man to save you."

Gunfire filled the air, and any man who tried to rush up to her were suddenly thrown back, and before they met with the ground, they would start coughing up their own organs and shrivel...and die. Even the other slaves or torment were soon falling with bullets planted into their faces. By now everyone was trying to run, but without prevail.

"GO AHEAD!" Eycalipsia said with a shrilling shriek of insane laughter. "GO AHEAD AND RUN, YOU COWARDS! FIRE AT ME, YOU PRICKS!"

I stood there, Strider holding onto me with my hands behind my back. His mouth dropped and let me go. I don't know what happened to him, but hopefully he had been shot as I made a run for the forest. My heart beats fast, as I heard everyone screaming, and their bodies hitting the ground. I felt like crying, as I imagined all of my friends, everyone I knew, getting shot just the same. I didn't want to see it! I didn't...I couldn't....

The forest...where I was safe. I dodged passed the many trees, jumping over fallen stumps until I found a tree that had a hole burned into it like a cave. I ran into there and hid into there, curling up like a scared rabbit as I heard the screaming fill the air from a distance, gun firing and sounds of blood purging from their mouths. I couldn't watch it...I couldn't be there. What exactly was Eycalipsia?!

Suddenly, the air was filled with silence. The screaming stopped.

Shaking, I crawled out of my hole, my sanctuary and stumbled towards the vast plane. Silence...complete and utter silence.... My ears buzzed, while even the forest made no sound. Silence.

I nearly vomited when I reached the clearing, for what I saw had to have been worse than any sight that I had ever seen. The ground was paved with blood, corpses lying on top of each other with blood flowing from their mouths like a river, and their eyes wide with shock. I stumbled back, staring down at the bodies in pure horror with my eye wide.

Everyone that I have ever known...they were there.... People I knew and didn't know, but I will never forget the horror on their faces, the pain that they must have gone through before they died. Arianna...Trinity...Anna...Aora...Seaph...Dyne...Ion.

"EYCALIPSIA!!!" I screamed as loud as I could. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"Oni Wilddog," said a shriek of harsh laughter. "Aren't you happy for what I have done? I have destroyed the very existence of your yearn for death."

My breath heavy, I looked ahead, watching a figure form out of the fog. A walking figure holding a Uzi in her hand, both of their hair blowing in the wind, and her cold blue eyes met with my gray, the rushing wind carried both of our emotions and formed them into an understanding far beyond of any understandings I ever wanted to go. I knew what she had been talking about, and what she meant by "what I always wanted." But I didn't want this to happen! Now...now everyone...everyone including my friends were dead! Oh god! Arianna! Trinity! Anna! Aora! Seaph! Ion! Dyne! FORGIVE ME! For...give...me....

"THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED!" I screamed at her, dropping onto my hands and knees. "I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO KILL EVERYONE! I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO HAPPEN THIS WAY! THIS ISN'T WHAT I FUCKING WANTED, YOU HEAR ME?!"

Eycalipsia laughed still. "You little ingrate," she said, turning around but peered over her shoulder. "You remember being captured by this blood-thirsty cult? You remember what they have done to you? I have freed you! I have done everything you have always wanted."

"Not like this...." I shook my head, looking down at the bloodied ground. "...not like this! NOT LIKE THIS YOU FUCKING BITCH NOT LIKE THIS!!!"

"Someday you'll understand," Eycalipsia said, frowning just before she walked away, back into the abyss. "And when you do, I can show you why this happened. Why everyone you knew are dead. And I will tell you, Oni Wilddog, when you understand."

She was gone. Like the wind taking the souls of my friends she, was gone!

But I didn't go after her. I just sat there. A tear left my eye, and then another tear. Soon they dripped off my face like the rain pouring down over me, washing away the blood of the hundreds of slaves and masters here. For the very first time I had never felt so alone before in my goddamned life....

But I just sat there, and mourned over the loss.