InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Caged ❯ Freed from the Cage ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Disclaimer - Hm well lets just say I own InuYasha just as much as I believe that Sesshomaru will one day come out of the television like the girl on The Ring! That would be kinda cool though!

These worthless scraps of metal had tied me to this wall for years. The blood that I had spilt the day they dragged me here had already dried on the cobble stoned ground. My wounds had long since healed.
They had given up on me knowing I would never betray my friends, and leak out information to the enemy. They had tried to force the information out of me bringing me to the brink of death each time. The rooms had been filled with my screams as the sounds of whips echoed through the dungeon. I have counted each damn stone, and each brick that held this room together the entire ten years I have been here. TEN DAMN YEARS! I missed my adopted son, Shippo, he was merely a child when the war had begun. Naraku had ripped me away from my friends, and had placed me in one of the most highly guarded, and secretive castles he owned. Oh how I loathed that wicked man.
Ten years is nearly nothing to most like me. Immortality had gave most of my kind patience. Sadly, I am not one that learned that. I have wasted so much time doing nothing, but counting the damn stones that laid under my feet. By the way there are eight hundred, and fifty seven stones on the ground. I can only guess that my friends had given up hope for my existence. Hell, I would do the same after ten years.
My strength had be recharging, waiting for the perfect time where the rust on the chains would make them weak. The time was soon to come. Every move I made brought moans from the chains as flakes of rust crumbled to the ground. Oh there would be hell to pay once I was, that was a promise.
My cub has probably already found a new mother. Though just the thought of that brought my heart drooping farther into the darkness that had over the years been created in my body.
Tears threatened there way through, but years in the cold, and damp place had taught me at least one thing. It taught me to become emotionless just like the one man I thought I hated more then anything. One of my companions brother the lord of the western lands had always worn that mask that lacked all emotions. Now I realized I don’t hate him maybe dislike him to the extent of dislike with a passion, but there was only one man I hated. Naraku would pay for the years wasted from my life. For the pain he had caused all of my friends, that bastard would die a slow and painful death.
Turning, I tilted my head to the side, watching the shadows that flew about the wall.
“...You’ve come to watch?” I asked.
Keeping my stare upon them, awaiting an answer, I finally nodded murmurings,” You won’t be disappointed.”
Now was the time for me to free myself. Red slowly drowned my vision, and with one mighty jerk of my demon strength the chains had given way, and snapped. I ran forward my shoulder slammed into the door, but I felt no pain as the only thought that was left in my mind was to rip Naraku apart, and watched as his blood soaked the ground.
The guards never stood a chance. Each one went down quickly never getting a chance to warn others. I had raced down the hallways of the underground dungeon until finally I came to the one door that would finally lead to my freedom. Slamming it open I found myself in a long hallway hopefully leading up to the entrance doors.
I could hear the guards breathing quicken as I leaned on the locked door. The hinges squealed in protest. Finally the door collapsed, the guards were only left with a head start to get away from the blood driven creature that I seemed to have become.
I turned my head to the sound of doors being locked. ‘Damn they alerted the others,’was the only thoughts in my mind. Racing towards the sound, I came up to two large doors that easily towered me. I slammed my clawed hand into the wall. A bright pink light emitted from the palm of my hands, and the door crumbled beneath my feet.
The bright sun hit against my body as a smile crossed my face. I had to squint, however, the sun..who knew...who knew it was so bright. It was the first time that the light had touched me in ten years, and now it was time to take revenge for the reason of my imprisonment. Lifting my head up as the light danced across my features I sniffed the air. Easily sifting through the scents I found his disgusting stench. One that was forever imprinted into my senses. One I wouldn’t allow myself to forget. That was all the encouragement I needed as I leapt forward.
It took my legs a while to adjust as I soon only left a cloud of dust on my trail. The wind hit against my face, and the anger, and bitterness was slowly washing away. I was free finally after all these years I was free. The thought made liquid leak from my eyes. After waiting for so long, I was finally free to feel the sun’s warm rays against my skin. Free to allow the wind to make my hair dance wildly behind me. And free to take my revenge!
He was close. His scent had grew stronger his along with some familiar ones. I just couldn’t remember what they were. My brain pulsed as I tried to remember it, but nothing came to mind. Finally I launched out of the forest ignoring all others except for Naraku.
He turned towards me his eyes widened as he yelled, “How can it be you were never suppose to get out!” “I will kill you for the ten years in that hell,”was all I stated as my claws made contact with his shoulder. He stumbled back still to stunned as he watched me circle him.
My predatory instincts jumped into my mind as I looked into the fear filled eyes of my prey. My claws once again connected with him as the sound of ripping skin echoed into the forest. To my disappointment he never cried out in pain. He just stood there watching me in a way that I couldn’t understand. In a way I didn’t want to understand. For all I wanted to think, see, breath in was his death.
My fangs glistened in the sun’s rays as I smiled. I then lunged at him my claws ripped through the baboon pelt, and into his stomach. He finally released a cough as though declaring his pain as I took my hand back out. He fell to his knees as I stood over him. His eyes stared down into the grass as though awaiting his punishment. He was awaiting his death, but I just turned giving him only one thing. A view of my back as I turned away from the disgusting sight. “K...Kagome?”
I faced four people as they watched me in stunned silence. That voice it was...it was Shippo. Tears sprang from my eyes as I said in a wavering words, “Shippo is that really you? Is it....is it really....?” I watched the boy, that was once so small that he never even reached my knee; now he was a few inches taller then me. He wore a forest green outfit, that matched his now widened eyes. His shaggy red hair covered his bright green eyes as he cried.
Shippo began to run out towards me the other three still frozen to the spot. That’s when I heard it, the sound of the still very much alive Naraku. His tentacle was going straight towards the one thing that had kept me going for all this time. I sprinted forward, and pushed him aside as the tentacle ripped into my side. I didn’t scream I just stood there stunned as the tentacle was jerked from my body. I turned slowly towards the bleeding Naraku as he smiled maliciously
I began to try and stumble towards him fully intending to finishing the job. My legs tried to give up, but I pulled them forward. Dragging them to fulfil my ambition. I could hear Shippo begin to protest to my actions, but I only held my hand up. “He’s Mine!”
I couldn’t even recognize my own voice it was cold, and so full of hatred that it even scared me. I launched forward suddenly all of my pent up energy flowed through my veins as I slashed viciously. My claws continued there assault onto his body as his tentacles slammed into me.
Finally, I had made contact with his throat. He let out a horrible gurgling sound as his blood flowed freely from his mouth. He fell to his knees, and before he hit the ground he turned into dust. The dust entwined with the wind as it blew into my face.
I looked down now, feeling a substance on my hands. Blood...blood! I had waited so long for this...but now I felt sick. It was his blood. It was tainting my hands.
Before I always hated blood, before ten years, It sickened me. And it seemed the effect of such was coming once again.
I fell to one knee as my soon realized that not only his blood was in my hands, but my own. That bastard had gotten me. The blood seeped through my already blood stained clothes. I rested my head on my knee never allowing to fall into a submissive position. I would never submit to him! Dead or alive! My eyes closed wearily, the stench of it all making my dizzay as the blood drained from my view.