InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desecration in Chains ❯ Darkness Falls ( Chapter 2 )

Desecration in Chains: Darkness Falls…

Pain. Darkness. Lost. Hope. These thoughts and more seem to tick with an otherworldly vengeance inside Kagome's mind as she sat there on the bitter, steel bench outside the clinic, barely relishing in the chilly nighttime air that flailed around her.

Everyone was still inside-roughly the entire police department, gossiping doctors, and…Mr. Samford himself.

Kagome sighed miserably as her eyes settled upon the dark splotch of blood on the cement sidewalk. It nearly reminded her of the inkblots that her therapists used during her messed up childhood, but the obtrusive thought of it being her own blood stabbed a horrible gash into that memory.

Her shadow loomed heavily over it like a bloodthirsty vulture, making it damn near impossible for her to see, but the moonlight decimated those impossibilities. The ominous blanket of silver inched slowly above the blotch, making it appear a deep, rose red beneath the alert witnesses of the murky heavens.

"What do you mean she won't be able to handle someone like this? Damn it, Miss Higurashi is the greatest psychiatrist that I have on this staff!" Mr. Samford was shouting now, a perfect sign of a piqued disposition.

Who ever was trying to calm him down in the background failed miserably because he still continued to follow along with his "furious tirade". The 'entire' police department began to holler in defense and since everyone understood that you could never embezzle your own way with the law, no one dare joined the suspenseful dilemma and risk spicing it up with even more drama.

Thank goodness…

The wind began to pick up the hundredth time again that night. It whistled gently through Kagome's mangled strands, towing a scanty amount of leaves along in its tracks.

Kagome continued to sit there and watch. She watched as the moonlight reflected off of the countless cars huddled close together in the parking lot (it was strange, but she almost felt as if the quantity of cars had grown over the hours…).

Bang.

Something collapsed within the clinic, unleashing an earth-rattling crash. Falling books and the panicky whispers of doctors began to create a head-splitting ruckus for Kagome. Sadly, she couldn't find that hidden key to her voice in order to tell anybody that.

Bang.

The sound of glass shattering ensued closely after this time.

Kagome nearly winced, legs quivering in fear and aching from the profound scars severed into its flesh. Her jeans were a clutter of slanted holes while her shirt just barely escaped with one sleeve.

Her left arm was a bloody mess. It was covered in wounds from the hand, up, taut and nearly impossible to move and bend. Her face was stained in grubby smudges and light bruises near either temple. Thankfully, her face was able to escape the monstrous slashes of her alleged patient with far better results.

Even though she was still left in the dark as to what was slicing into her arms and legs, it was okay because she was…okay.

Bang!

Another noise, this time close to bordering on the intimidating sound of a gunshot, shook throughout the clinic beyond the automatic doors.

"Mr. Samford, please!"

Someone was trying their best to pacify his juvenile tantrum, but still, they failed dreadfully in the long run.

Kagome listened quietly to the loud voices stifled beyond the glass doors alongside her. Her eyes were still glued to the dark spot on the moonlit pavement as the icy breeze slowly became even more consoling, a true blessing in disguise.

Bang…

Boom…

"Mr. Samford!"

Phones were ringing rampantly off the hook the next morning when Kagome walked into the clinic, bandages, cover-up cream, and all.

There was a disconcerting pandemonium of pardons and agitated gestures as doctors hustled across the main hall and the staff members beyond the main desk devoured all of their energy in jumping back and forth, answering phones. Kagome felt some compassion for them. Too bad that all her 'compassion' was spent on not having to bad mouth the doctor who observed her flesh wounds that morning…

Mr. Samford hadn't been seen at all that day. Rumors floated around saying that he may've quit and took up a job at a local department store. Some even said that he hung himself in the midst of the night after the commotion between him and the police.

Kagome found it hard to seek any truth within those words. Instead of trying to put everyone under a brief interrogation, she decided to investigate further into the issue…alone.

That day, Mrs. Johnson had decided to leave early. Kagome, of all people, should've been frivolous with joy, however, due to her bruises and the disquieting glitches in her footing, she began to see better days flash before her eyes. Mrs. Johnson had said that she was leaving early because of the expectations of her husband. Unfortunately, Kagome was able to see through her casually masqueraded lie.

She felt sorry for her. She felt sorry that she was nearly hammered down by a crazed patient, a patient that would soon become (as horrendous as it sounded) hers.

Wearily, Kagome got up from her chair behind the desk and slowly walked over towards the closed door. Twiddling with the knob for a few minutes, she finally turned it and wrenched the door open. Just as she predicted, an onslaught of incomprehensible voices and the shrilly chimes of telephones assaulted her ears all at once, but she managed drown out the sounds with a large gulp and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door timidly behind her.

Everyone was too wrapped up in his or her affairs to pay any mind towards Kagome as she crept out of her office and down the hallway.

Countless doors lined either side of the brightly lit corridor. Every one of them was finished in some expensive patina, small, bronze plates bolted to their bland faces, revealing their various numbers and letter categories.

When Kagome first came here looking for a job, they never did have any letters on the plates. That was before the visitors and patients began complaining about the irksome confusion that went about like a contagious disease while searching for the office that they were suppose to be present in. Mr. Samford settled the issue with a simple, alphabetical categorization, which helped out immensely.

Kagome walked slowly, tentatively. Her every footfall held that expectant rhythm of a lost child who was trying not to collide into some random person. She couldn't help that timorous cadence for it was a little quirk that she held ever since she was a child. It just happened to grow on her like an insatiable weed or fertilized fungus.

She'd ended up stopping in the center of a three-way intersection, feet twitching, eager to move somewhere, anywhere. Everyone was still busy, too absorbed in their work to toss her even one conscious glance.

'Good…' she thought, eyes going under a brief perusal of the hallway in front of her, the lustrous walkway on the left side of her, then the dim corridor on the right side of her.

'Right is always right…'

Stealthily, she joined the flocks of doctors that flooded down the poorly lit outlet that could've greatly resembled a short tunnel. It wasn't as dark as she'd suspected it to be, of course. In fact, it held that grayish dimness that suddenly fills a room when you draw the curtains over a window during the day. Relaxing to the eyes, but eerie and disquiet.

Abruptly, something gnawed forcefully at Kagome's senses. Everything within her body seemed to shutdown, grow taut, and she was left standing in the middle of the walkway, doctors simply walking around her. Her eyes were glued onto one door that was buried beyond a veil of shadows in a shallow tomb replica of some sort. She couldn't quite place it. It was like a miniature hole in the wall, a cavity that barely seemed to snag anyone else's attention other than hers.

Brows furrowing in bewilderment, she turned fully around and walked towards it. The annoying drone of voices and rash footsteps vanished in a cloud of silence within the far recesses of her mind. Almost inquisitively, she extended her hand out and touched the icy, smooth surface of the wooden door only to feel something tingle strongly inside her. Impetuously, her heartbeats became more erratic, more feverish, each one clawing its way through her ribcage as if to reach something.

Quickly, she tried to yank her hand back. Unfortunately, it was stuck…stuck to the door!

"Huh!" Her free hand rapidly flew upwards to latch onto her wrist and help pull her hand free.

It was futile.

Her movements began to grow panicky and desperate. "Somebody…anybody…help me!" she strained, yet not a person came to her rescue. Everybody plainly ignored her throaty cry and sauntered straight pass her, faces voided of all awareness.

Kagome's jaw began to tremble. She jerked her head from left to right, gazing frantically at the hordes of personnel that walked pass her as if nothing was happening, as if everything in the world was at ease.

"Somebody," she screamed again, still pulling, "help me!"

Amethyst. That was when her pitiful cries merged into an astonished gasp. Her eyes veered away from the people obviously strolling pass her, and froze, owl-eyed, upon the hand that was welded to the door. Something underneath her palm began to glow. A bright, amethyst light peeked out from between her fingers and the heel of her inert hand. Silently, she watched, fear forgotten as it found itself being replaced by the dimming light of curiosity.

A ghostly breath frolicked sinisterly across her ears.

"Come to me…" it said, "Merge with me…"

'Huh?' She merely looked, confused and dazed by the silky voice.

"Come to me…" it repeated, "Merge with me…"

"W-what are you trying to say!" Kagome finally snapped. The cluster of confusion building up within her was beginning to grow annoying and intolerable, "Please just let me go!"

There was silence, more silence than there should've been before a spurt of lavender light exploded through every unnoticeable crevice of the door and curled its way around her legs, snaking up her dingy jeans, slithering dangerously close around her neck.

Fright finally gained the best of her and caused her to hyperventilate. She watched in horror as the ghostly beam wrapped itself around her just as she felt something solid envelop her tender flesh.

With a sharp intake of breath, she peered upwards only to find her hand sinking into the door, melting into its surface.

"No-" Before she could finish, something covered her mouth like a bruising kiss, like the merciless hand of a man.

She felt herself slipping into an abyss of darkness where only the steady thumps of her heart disturbed its unearthly serenity. Her eyes fluttered feebly, eager to surrender under the shroud of darkness.

'No!' Not a scrap of hostility was left lingering within the worn shell she'd deemed a body as she felt herself slipping even further into an imminent oblivion. Unconsciousness was gradually overthrowing the remaining ounce of control that she had over her body and numbing mind. Her body had grown taut sometime ago and was now being drawn into the door the same way her hand had just been.

She was left unable to make a sound, left incapable of crying and escaping the coldhearted pain that the walls of wood were inflicting upon her fragile body. It felt as if a cocoon of steel was wrapping about her body, throttling it with the potency of a compactor.

'No…this can't be happening…' was her final thought before she gave way and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

To be continued…

Author's Notes: Apologies for being late! Apologies for even daring to put up this short chapter ^_^; It turns out that I had to stop early in order to get a well enough intro up for the next chapter, which will hopefully be coming out this weekend (a long wait, even for me…). I hope that everyone will be able savor this…scanty chapter long enough until then.