Fan Fiction ❯ The Nightmares of Wilddog ❯ It Evolves on It's Own ( Chapter 2 )

It Evolves on It's Own

I don't know why I am following her. Oni Wilddog, you have to be the most thickest fucking bitch ever known to existence. We have been walking down the dirt road for what seemed like hours, maybe it's been days and I just didn't know it...? Weeks, months, years? Who can be sure when you don't have a watch.

Of course, I didn't trust Eycalipsia, either. I just...for some goddamned reason I couldn't help but follow her. I staggered at her wake as the two of us walked down the road, while she had been holding a Uzi in her hand. Just by watching her from behind, I could sense the evil she was.

Grrr.... Come on, Oni, think of something...anything...any goddamned thing of what you wanna do! You are a free soul now...without any friends nor family, at least. I couldn't sense Eycalipsia's motive, however, and throughout the entire way, I was wondering why she bothered to help me out. Did she even need a reason? I mean, who needs a reason to slaughter hundreds of people the way she had? My veins pulsed rapidly and my heart beats faster like I had been running forever. My anger towards Eycalipsia had grown into untainted hatred.

No, I didn't need a weapon. I didn't need anything other than my bare hands and fists to kill her. Nothing else other than my finger to wrap around that bitch's neck and slowly drain the life away.

Eycalipsia turned around, somehow perceiving my hate and anger, and before I could ever even make a leap towards her, she grasped my neck, holding me in mid air with my feet dangling like a marionette on strings. They way her cold eyes stared into my own...I couldn't...I couldn't kill her.... She wouldn't let me move, and truly, for the first time, I had never felt so...helpless.

"Now," she said in a soothing voice, holding me higher up with one hand. She did it all so easily, "I am going to give you a choice: You can either become my adversary I let you go, scot free, or I leave you hear to drown in your own self pity while more death happens. Deaths that you can prevent. Which sounds better, mm?"

"G...ghr...." I choked, grabbing my hands around her folding fingers, attempting to pry them off but without prevail.

"Is that right? Well, I am going to set you down now, Oni Wilddog, and when I do, you better not strike at me, or I will leave you alone here to rot. Do you want to die alone?"

I tried to shake my head, though it didn't come out right. Still, Eycalipsia seemed to have noticed my gesture, and dropped me onto my knees. I coughed, wrapping my hand over my neck, breathing heavily for fresh air. "Where.... Where are we going?"

Tossing her long, blonde, hair back over her back, Eycalipsia took a step forward after she turned around. "There is a town not very far from here. We can stay there for the time being. Until I figure out what I want to do with us. And don't worry," I could just see a grin for on her face. "I have no desire to do anything to you like Strider did."

Eycalipsia walked on, leaving me on my knees. I watched her walk further ahead, sitting there with my body that had gone limp.

I stared off into space for a while...alone.... I was alone and now free. What good am I to the world if there isn't a thing I can do? Where am I going to go if I have lost everyone.... Oh god...those faces...gazing at me so vacantly....

And I couldn't cry.

I wanted to kick myself. I really wanted to die, but now I am free of Hell...I have nowhere else to go. I am just a wandering soul. I MEAN NOTHING TO THIS WORLD! TELL ME, WHY WAS I SPARED! WHY ME OF ALL PEOPLE?!

Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead against the dirt road. This was it....

Grateful, is that what that chick said? I should be fucking grateful? I beg for death and she throws me into an entirely new Hell, one that I am completely alone. I am facing the world full of vampires, creepers of the night. I will wander the streets and enter cities and towns in a way that I have never done before, because I have no one to be by my side. No one left to give a damn whether if I live or die. No one left at all to be there for me.

My heart beats faster, the pace picking up as it rings in my head. The drums of death call me every time I yearn for it, but the drums beat slower and slower, just as my heart rate picks up faster and faster, and the world becomes silent just for my to hear the beating of drums and my heart dancing to the music, and my mind fights back. My eyes bulge when I see the faces of my deceased friends, now slipping away from my memory. Oh god, I am forgetting their faces already! Don't let me forget! Don't let me overlook their faces and their spirit and when their memory is soon forgotten after their demise. Oh god, please, I beg of you! GOD, DON'T LET ME FORGET! DON'T LET ME FORGET THEIR FACES AND THE PEOPLE! MAKE IT ALL STOP! MAKE IT ALL-

Pat...patpat...pat...patpat...tick-i-teck... Pat...patpat...pat...patpat...tick-i-teck... Pat...patpat...pat...patpat...tick-i-teck...

The drums beat slower, my heart carries me away. The faces are swallowed up in a black abyss known as forgotten, and then soon...I will see that they never existed. I will never be able to hear their voices, their jokes, their tales, they will never be there for me or when I need someone to talk to....

In the end...everything goes silent....

And a single tear leaves my eye.

Life shows no sympathy for those who believe in it no longer. And here I am, I have lost all hope in living, because for so long I have awaited for the arms of Death to take me away, hold me and deprive my life while I am not looking. That is why the faces are swirling in circles. Death and Life has abandoned me, and now I am more alone than ever before. Death will not take me under his wing, and Life has left me as an infant crying on the streets. Why me...? Why...? WHY?!

No matter how much I cry out in anguish, there is not a soul who can save me. Not a single person who would try, anyway. They glare at me, scowl at me and they'll spit upon the very ground I walk upon. I will look up and beg for forgiveness, and they'll tell me...that a broken soul cannot be forgiven.

That's what I am.

I have been broken.

Every part of my mind, my body, my heart, every bone and ache I feel has been broken, torn into pieces and spat out by Life and Death because neither love me anymore. For the longest time, my love for both of them faded away, just the same.

My thoughts are heard in a whisper now...I can hear the drums pounding again...slowly...steady...

Pat...patpat...pat...patpat...tick-i-teck....

I'd cry if I had the tears to spare. My face is dry and my body aches. I feel like I have been rolling in the mud for months, living off of the dead.

Please...I need to know why!

A pickup pulls up from the side of the road, peering over at me as it stops. A man with a cap over his head and dark hair is looking down at me, looking down upon the empty vessel. "Hey, kid, you okay? Need a lift? Where you headin?"

I replied with no words. I look up at him, and stood up. My body is thin, the bones showing. I look like I am a walking cadaver. I waver through the air, trying to keep a straight view of the man, before I seemingly find that I looked like I had been through Hell and back. Apparently, this man had seen it, just the same.

"Oh my god...where did you come from?" he asks me.

"Far...I live far...I come from...a place...not so far...." I manage to speak out. Funny how my profanity had cut down through all those thoughts, too.

He stood out of his truck. "Hop in, I'll take you to a hospital."

"I want to...go home...." I said.

"It's okay, I'll take you home just as soon as I get you taken care of," he says. He holds out his hand. "My name is Cameron. Just call me Cam for now."

I look down at his hand. His clean hand, reaching out to aid me. I stare into his green eyes, swaying. "Dead...." I whisper. "They're all...dead...." The next thing I know, I find myself falling forward. Cam caught me, holding me up.

"Whoa, there," he says, carrying me to his pickup for me. "Don't wanna have you pass out on me now. You don't need to explain yourself, we'll just get you fixed up. Do you have any parents around that I can call? Family?"

"Dead...." I mutter, as he sets me in the passenger's seat.

"Friends."

"Dead."

"A home?"

"No home...my home is gone."

Cameron sighs, walking around the truck and getting into the drivers seat. "Then it looks like you're stuck with me for the time being. Can't leave ya in the hospital without a way back to a place, now, can we?"

Slowly, I shake my head, not replying. Shit...yeah, now it starts again. My head feels light, and the world around me begins to spin. How nice. Maybe if I think happy thoughts I'll be able to fly. That'd sound nice also. Cam...Cameron...why was he doing this...?

I take a look around the interior of his vehicle. On the dashboard, there is a bobbing/dancing hula girl, wool interior seats (...which kind of irritated my skin.), along with a calendar hanging off the dashboard which is four months behind the actual date, or at least that's what I was thinking. I was actually starting to wonder what kind of man this guy Cameron was. Obviously he didn't seem to be all that punctual on the dates system. That means that this month was...July. July something. Year...what year was it, anyway? I swear, I have lost track of all time around me. Staying in the cult camp for what seemed like years.

"Are you hungry? I have some jerky in the back. Sorry that it's not enough, but I'll make sure you get some real food later on."

Once I thought about it, my stomach was really craving for real food. I hadn't eaten anything other than the flesh of the dead for a long time. I was mostly thirsty. Cameron looks over to me as I had my head hung low, feeling as if I am about to drift off to sleep.

A shake was what kept me awake. "C'mon, now, don't fall asleep until I get you taken care of," he said.

Why was he trying so hard...?

"Mhm...." I muffled, pressing my head against the window, as he drove on.

"So, what's your name?"

"Oni...Wilddog," I said quietly, as if I had been trying to hide something.

"Oni. That's a pretty name."

"It's Japanese. It's a demon."

"Oh...." he sat there for a while in silence, trying to think of what else to say, I'd bet. "I know you might not want to talk about this, but I am just curious, y'know, and I have to keep you awake for the next fifteen minutes.... What happened to you?"

Okay, so now I was supposed to tell him about the camp? That camp that was oh-so bent on killing people. Fucking cult. Honestly, I didn't know what to tell him. I was kidnapped from my home and placed into a concentration camp by some fucked-up cult, who were most likely a bunch of satanics who decided to act as fucking nazis. God...where the hell am I even supposed to start?

Seemingly, Cameron sensed what I was wavering at the time being, so he said, "Its okay if you don't want to tell me...Oni. I can just ask you later when you are in better condition."

Better condition? How long will it take for me to get to that point? I'm not sick or anything, just not feeling very well. Cameron had to have been the first person who didn't have the desire to devour me, seeing that everyone in that camp had converted to cannibalism in order to survive.

I have to admit, I did the same thing, too, but let me tell you this: If you were trapped in Hell with no food, what would you eat? I had no other choice, it was to survive. I ate the dead. I was civilized. I was one of the few who didn't let the negligence go to my goddamned brain. While everyone was hating each other, hitting each other and stabbing one another, and I sat and watched it all. And when they came near me, I fought back. I won. And when I did, that would be my meal. I killed people to live, because it's what I had to do. Now, to tell Cameron this, would he understand?

Maybe it's best for him not to know. Just in case. Yeah, it's only be right.

"Just at least tell me how long you have gone without food," he asked me again.

"A week, I think," I told him.

"Alright. Well, we're there," he said, pulling up into a small village.

"There? A short five story building...?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "You gotta be shitting me."

"Watch your mouth," he said, opening his door and quickly walked over to my side and swung the door open. "The doctors won't appreciate it, after all. And just to let you know, this is a small village, so there is no real need to make their buildings eighty feet high, you get what I am sayin?" he held out his hand for me, I took it, and swayed again, just about falling over onto my face, when Cameron grabbed me by the front, holding me up. "Watch yourself."

I glared, though I had my head hung low so he couldn't see. I pushed him away and attempted to walk on my own, though the world had started to spin. I looked up at the small hospital, and it started to blur suddenly.

"I haven't seen one of those for a long time," I said, just before the world went black.

***

It's strange when you find yourself in one place, and in the next second you are in another. And then you realize that you're too stoned to remember why you are there. Funny the way things turn out, isn't it?

Tubes are stuck into my arms, my check, my stomach, and even up my fucking nose. What the hell do these people think they are doing?! My head feels fuzzy, a metallic sound is heard from behind the glass as I open my eyes, and I see Cameron and a nurse standing behind the window. The nurse was talking to Cam.

Why did I feel so tired...? I couldn't...think very well.

Bzzpt!

What the fuck was that? It felt like the room twitched, like a television screen. That's not normal, is it? Oh god, things started to get dim...I don't...this can't be happening to me! I feel as if I am falling, and the world goes black once again, but I still hear Cameron's voice, and the doctor speaking.

"She just slipped into a coma!"

"What?!"

Oh shit....

"Is she gonna be alright?"

"It depends. Sir, where did you find her?"

"She was on the side of the road. I'm sorry, but is it illegal to pick up hitchhikers or to help people nowadays? Sheesh, I didn't think I'd be yelled at once I brought her in here."

Cameron...? But...why can I still hear his voice. Fuck, is this what a coma is like? I can't move my body...I try to move my fingers but they won't budge. My eyes are tightly closed, or at least that is what it feels like. Goddammit, I was almost about to wake, why did this have to happen to me now?

Things seemed to have gone very slow, from there on.

Wait...I see a light ahead. Fuck, I thought I made it clear that I wanted to be reincarnated, goddammit!

But that wasn't what I saw when I opened my eyes. I didn't see the gates of Heaven, nor were there any angels in cheesy robes. But I saw that bitch, Eycalipsia, standing in the middle of that same field of dead bodies. I walked over their bodies, blood covering from my feet and to my knees. I held my breath, the smell was so vivid...and it was horrible! I gasped, wanting to just fall back by watching everyone dead once again. I didn't need to see this.... But when I tried to back away, Eycalipsia was somehow hold me back, the way she stared at me was kind of...creepy.

"So, my little puppet," she laughed, "having fun yet?"

"Shut the fuck up," I muttered, turning around to face her, trying to avoid the look on everyone's faces. My hands trembled, as I fought the urge to run at her again, but I was aware that the only thing that that would do, was cause more damage to myself. And now I have no idea where the hell I am, so that only means that Eycalipsia is in my fucking mind. Peachy.

So what are you going to do now, huh? Now what?

"I'm sorry, are you not comfortable?" Eycalipsia said mockingly. "Maybe you'd like a bed 'n breakfast while you are in that lil' bed?"

The next thing I know, I find Eycalipsia standing in my face. I gasp in shock, taking a step back and away from the bitch. "What the...how...?"

Her eyes showed mellowness, compared to my clueless ness, I'd say she knew something that I do not. I am still trying to figure out what it is that Eycalipsia is trying to do to me.... "So, are you having fun? I'd suspect you would, I gave you a gift."

"Really?" I replied, forcing out a harsh laugh. "Some gift, bitch."

"You are lucky that I don't take you too seriously just yet," Eycalipsia grinned. "And enjoy your new friend while he's still alive."

"Friend?"

"Hm," she stood up straight, backing away from me like I was a disease, only she had a wide smile upon that face of hers. "You'll see what it all means soon."

"When is soon?!" I yelled.

"You'll see. I have only freed you of the binds that held you from fate. From now on, you eyes are no longed held behind the blinds of tainted curtains. It kind of reminds of the a song. A very old song. What was it now...? Oh yes, I remember," she said, and then pressed a cold hand on my face. I gasped, feeling paralyzed from the touch. She then sang in a voice that was too good to have been human. "Amazing grace...How sweet the sound...That saved a wrench like me. I once, was lost-"

"But now, I'm found," I muttered, almost singing. Well, I was, but it was almost between singing and crying. "Was blind but now I see...."

A horrible smile came across her face. A very horrible smile. "That's right, Oni Wilddog. Just like that, you will soon see. Amazing grace...How sweet the sound...That saved a wrench like me. I once, was lost But now, I'm found."

Amazing-zzt-Amazing-zzt-gra-grace-grace-zzt -how sweet-zzt-how sweet-zzt-the-zzt-the sound-zztzzt-

Everything was buzzing and moving like a broken screen, and that song, from what sounded so beautiful and endurable, was now filled with saddness and a mechanical beat that rang in my ears...a sound I didn't want to hear...a sound...the sound.... How sweet...the sound....

"I think she's regaining consciousness...."

What was happening to me...what did Eycalipsia do to me?

Through many-zztzzt-dangers toiled-Amazing grace-zzt-zzt-sweet-zzt-saved a wrench-zzt-saved a wrench-zzt-saved a wrench-zztzzt-like-zzt-like-zzt-me. I once, was lost-zztzztzzt-was lost-zzt-was lost-zzt-lost-zzt-lost-zzt-lost-zzt-BUT NOW YOU'RE NEVER TO BE FOUND!

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I heard a scream, and my throat ached. So sore...burning.... Need...water....

Everything was so white...the room...even the doctors hovering over me (Not that kind of white.)! I breathed in heavily, my mind being warped after listening to a fucked up version of Amazing Grace. Oh god.... Shit...what kind of shit did they inject me with?

"Oni," Cameron said from behind a doctor, "welcome to the land of awakening."

"Yes," I said sitting up, though the doctor tried his best to make sure I laid down. I looked down at the tubes, grasping my hand around the one of my left arm and quickly pulled it out. "For sleep is only given to those of the weak."

"Miss, uh-" the doctor began. Moron.

"I am awake now," I told him. "I don't need these any longer."

"Please, you can't just walk out without a fully checkup. We have to make sure that you are really well," the doc urged on.

Chuckling, I pulled out every tube that was stuck into me. Including the one on my arm, my neck, my nose, my navel, and stood up. I was perfectly regenerated, like I had just been born. Maybe I was. Maybe it had been the first time I had ever seen the world for how it really was. And as I felt every bit of life being replaced into every part of my body that yearned for it, I somehow felt...happy. For the first time, I felt happy.

A single tear left my eye again, just as soon as I hung my head low and stood there. Cameron and the doc staring at me, ogling like I was some kind of eye candy, all of the pipes were placed upon the bed where I had laid, some on the floor. Damn, had I ever seen a room so...white.

"I'm going...home," I said. And walked out. Not a single doctor could stop me, either. I walked out in nothing but a hospital robe and in bare feet.

Cameron was soon at my side. "I hope you know what you just did," he said.

"I'm awake now," I said blankly, as though it mattered any. "I'm awake, and I am going home."

"Yeah, I think you have already acknowledged that peice of obvious information," Cameron forced out a harsh laugh. "Now, if you don't mind, do you think we should both go out and get you some new clothes, or would you like to stay in that thing you are wearing?"

What? I looked down, and saw how awful I looked in something that was a sad excuse for a dress. "Aw, fuck," I said.

"Here is another thing we are gonna get straight," Cameron said, just as he escorted me outside to his car. "We are going to have to work on that mouth of yours. I won't have a word-abuser goin about my house, you hear?"

"Yes, father," I said mockinly, with the last word said in a ring or irritancy that was meant to stick on the back of his head like a leech. He didn't respond to that, but as we both got into his truck, I started to think about a few things....

Upon listening to the screams of terror of those who have died only hours ago, and the cries for help just before their pain was ceased into the oblivion known as death, I couldn't help but wonder...how Eycalipsia had managed to kill everyone with just a single weapon. I can't imagine her taking up another Uzi, because...how long could she manage to do that without having anyone take her down? No one bothered to fight that bitch...no one...but is there a reason why I survived? Is there such a reason as to why Eycalipsia didn't kill me, either? My head began to buzz, just like that sound of the damaged music player. And now my mind felt like it was drifting...floating....

I also was wondering what Cameron was going to do. Obviously he wasn't going to just let me go, I can be sure of that. But what did he want? What did Eycalipsia want?

And...maybe this is only the beginning....