InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Needing to Be Saved ❯ My Salvation ( One-Shot )

Title: Needing to be Saved

 

Author: Questionable Intentions

 

Rating: R

 

Genre: Drama/Angst

 

Summary: I tried to run away from him…but he overcame me… Perhaps this is where everything ends…and truly, I don't mind…but if only my soul could be saved…

 

Author's Note: WARNING!! THIS IS A DARK FIC, DEALING WITH DEATH, RAPE, AND THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH EITHER, PLEASE DO NOT READ. PLEASE NOTE THAT I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY WITH INUYASHA AND KAGOME IN MIND. THIS IS A VERY UNHAPPY FIC, AND IS A SPINOFF OF ONE OF MY ORIGINAL FICS. IN OTHER WORDS, ALL I DID WAS CHANGE THE NAMES TO MAKE IT A FANFICTION. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE TWISTED STORIES, THIS IS NOT THE ONE SHOT TO READ.

 

DISCLAIMER: This is an Inu/Kag spin off of one of my original fics. I DO NOT own InuYasha OR Kagome; they belong to Takahashi Rumiko.

 

Category: Fanfiction - InuYasha - One Shot

 

Word Count: 2,507

 

Status: Complete

Needing to Be Saved

 

 

 

I run blindly in the night, stumbling over trees and roots and piles of leaves, invisible in the unsettling darkness. I'm scared, shaking so hard my teeth are chattering, even though the air is warm. My quaking knees make it even harder to run…

 

But I don't stop…I don't even know where I'm going, and yet I keep running.

 

I hear the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet, the warm wind whistling in my ears. Shadows befall me. I am surrounded by them. Basked in the moonlight, I run, completely visible, as if in a spotlight. Yet shadows envelope me everywhere I turn.

 

Soon, my footsteps are not the only ones to be heard. A second set of crunching leaves and whistling wind echoes behind me. Should I turn around? Should I see whether or not I am being followed?

 

Whether right or wrong, I don't.

 

I keep running.

 

Suddenly, I hear someone calling out my name. “Kagome! Kagome!” Why does that voice sound familiar?

 

My breath catches in my throat, and I keep running ever faster. My heart has all of a sudden begun pounding in my ears. Fear bubbles up in my throat like warm blood, but I keep going.

 

The footsteps come closer. The voice cries out again, “Kags, please…stop! I…I can't keep up with you!”

 

I recognize the voice now, and almost immediately, I start crying. Tears are pouring down my face, but I am powerless to stop them.

 

I should have known it would be him.

 

Please…no…don't let him catch me…

 

Finally, I reach the lake. I didn't even know I was coming here. It is almost as if destiny itself led me to this place. I stop running and stand stark still, frozen to the spot, and staring at the deep black waters of the lake. It glimmers in the moonlight, and I feel even more exposed, standing there at the edge of its shimmering depths, not but twenty yards from the main road. I watch the current sweep down, farther into the wood where it will soon be joined by the stream.

 

I watch the gentle water lick the rocks along the bank. I stand and listen as they call to me…inviting me…beckoning me…like an invisible finger crooked and summoning…like an unseen hand gently pushing me in…

 

This is it, Kaggy. This is why you're here. He can't reach you at the bottom of the lake. He can't hurt you anymore. You'll be free of pain…free of misery…

 

Just jump…

 

“Kags!”

 

His voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and finally, I turn to face him. I can barely see at this point; my eyes are streaming with frightened tears, and the small beams of lighting erupting from the moon are hardly of any help. I stand paralyzed, watching as he stalks toward me, like a predator stalking toward his prey. His silvery-white hair drips with perspiration and sticks to his forehead. His navy blue sweatshirt is soaked through, his back bent, and his hands on his knees. His breathing is coming in short, desperate gasps as he heaves for air.

 

Finally, he rises.

 

“Kagome…” His whisper carries with the wind and floats to my ears. “Why are you running from me? You know that…” he breathes, “I asked for you tonight.”

 

I shake my head slowly. “No…”

 

“No?” His cold laugh fills the night air, sending shivers coursing through my veins, making my blood run cold. “Who are you to tell me no?! You are powerless over me! You are nothing! Just a fucking whore! You have no past, no future. There is no reason for you to live except for my pleasure. You are nothing!”

 

No!

 

Suddenly, I know that I won't be able to jump into that lake. Suicide is not an option. Death is not an option. I will not give in to him. I will not give him the pleasure of seeing me break.

 

I will not run away.

 

“You're wrong, InuYasha.” My voice quakes so badly I wonder if he can understand me. However, I stand tall, proud. Defiant.

 

He laughs again, high, cold, and maniac. “Oh, I'm wrong, am I? Tell me, Kagome, what did I say that was wrong?”

 

I'm shaking from head to foot now, and my heart is beating so fast that I fear it will pump straight out of my chest. But I will not back down. “I am something, InuYasha!” I shoot back at him. “Don't you dare try to tell me that I'm not. You know nothing about me. I am something! I am someone!!”

 

For a moment, Yash stands there, staring at me with a shocked look on his face. I have never dared to contradict him before. I see now how stupid that was of me. Then, his lips curl into a sinister smile, and he chuckles softly. “You're right,” he says. To my horror, he takes a few steps closer to me and pulls his sweatshirt over his head. His bare chest and muscles glisten with sweat in the moonlight, and he flexes them threateningly as he stretches his arms.

 

I know exactly what he has in mind…and the thought scares me beyond all reason.

 

He takes another step toward me while unbuckling his pants. “You are something.” His pants are down, revealing well-toned thighs and calves, and a bulging tent in his boxers caused by his already straining erection. He is three feet in front of me.

 

I still cannot move.

 

“You are…my source of pleasure.”

 

“NO!”

 

He reaches out toward me, but before he can grab me, I place a strategically effective knee toward his groin. He groans loudly, crumpling in a heap to the ground and cradling his undoubtedly bruising crotch in his hands. I flee toward the opposite end of the lake, toward the main road. I can hear his grunts of pain as I go, but I continue to run, knowing he will be up and after me before I can get very far. Sure enough, a strong arm wraps around my waist and lifts me off the ground.

 

His breathing is low and husky in my ear.

 

“Nooo!!”

 

My scream echoes in the night, and I realize that at least one thing has gone right so far. Someone had to have heard me scream.

 

I scream some more.

 

“Shut up, you stupid wench!”

 

InuYasha lifts me off his shoulders and throws me roughly onto the grass. His putrid breath reaches my nostrils as he leans in front of me, grinning like a kid in a candy shop. The evil gleam in his eyes makes me shiver to the core, but I suppress it. I do not want to show any weakness in his presence.

 

Still, it's hard to hide the fear I'm feeling in my heart.

 

“You can't escape me,” he laughs. “You can't defend yourself from me. No one is going to help you.”

 

Tears escape my eyes as he reaches a hand underneath my shirt to cup my breast through my bra. I scream loudly, slapping his hand away and punching him full on the nose.

 

“No!” He grabs both my arms and holds them to my sides, climbing on top of me until he is straddling my hips. I can feel his hard arousal prodding my stomach, and the feeling sends jolts of alarm through my body. He pins my arms down with his knees, grinning as the hard tent in his boxers is brought closer to my face. He wipes the blood pouring from his nose away with one hand, flicking crimson droplets into the air. His other hand is stroking my hair in what he must have thought to be a gentle fashion.

 

His grin widens as he slowly pushes his boxers down, revealing his massive, painfully aroused cock to my gaze. I look away from it and glare at him, hate shining in my eyes. He ignores the look on my face and continues to stroke my hair.

 

“You know exactly what I want, baby,” he coos, his voice husky with desire.

 

My glare hardens. I open my mouth to tell him exactly what he can do with that disgusting cock of his, but as soon as my lips part, he shoves his manhood deep into my throat, making me gag. A deep moan rumbles in his chest, causing shudders of fear slither down my spine. Bile rises in my throat as he starts to thrust into my open mouth, and the sickening smell of vomit fills the air as the substance coats his dick. My eyes shut tightly in disgust, my hands clenching into fists beneath his knees, but he seems to enjoy it, his moans getting louder and louder with every thrust.

 

Finally fed up, I bite down on his cock, hard.

 

A yelp of pain shoots from his mouth as he releases me, falling off my body and onto his ass, still crying out as his hand clutches his abused manhood. I turn my head and begin to retch on the grass. I can still taste his bitter, salty appendage in my mouth. When I finally lift my head to look at him, he is staring at his hands, covered with bile and blood, and it is then that I realize just how hard I bit him. Drops of blood are coursing down his prized jewel, right where my teeth had sunk into the skin.

 

His head snaps up to look at him, his eyes blazing fire. “YOU BITCH!!!” Yelling in rage, he tackles me to the ground, and a hand immediately locks around my throat, choking me. My eyes bulge as they stare into his, cruel, gold, and insanely furious. “How dare you, you fucking slut!” The sound of a hard slap cracks in the air as he strikes me across the cheek, making me whimper in pain. “I will make you pay!!”

 

Suddenly, my shirt is being ripped from my body, and I feel his other hand kneading my breasts, hard, rough, and with no tenderness or caring at all. He throws me back upon the ground, and I cough hard, trying desperately to draw air. I look up at him just as a heavy fist meets my face, and I fall back from the impact. The skin above my eye has broken, and red blood is streaming from the wound into my eye, obscuring my vision. I try to blink the blood away, but before I can gain my bearings, another punch is being buried deep into my gut. I cry out in pain, but his foot lifts to kick my mouth closed.

 

“Quiet, bitch!” he screams. He reaches down and pulls my sweatpants off my hips and onto the floor, taking my shoes with them. “You fucking whore! How dare you try to resist me! Do you not realize what I am doing for you, wench? I'm saving you! Because of me, you are saved from the worthless, pathetic life you would live without me, lost and alone.”

 

His words trigger something in my mind.

 

Saving…? Saved?!?

 

Screaming with fury, I lift my foot and kick him in the face as hard as I can, making his head snap back and his nose bleed a second time. I stand up, ignoring the blood that is continually dripping into my eyes, and the pain in my stomach, and draw my arm back to strike him again, harder this time. He falls flat on his back, sputtering obscenities, but I completely ignore him as I get to my feet and break out into a run toward the road.

 

I have to get help. I can not die out here.

 

“Help!” I scream. “Someone, please help me!!”

 

I'm running up the road now, past the spattering of houses, screaming pleas at the top of my lungs.

 

In the corner of my mind, I register the lights flickering on in the houses, contrary to the usual scene at these hours of early morning.

 

Suddenly, a hand latches onto my ankle, and with a cry of pain I fall to the ground. He's caught me again. He drags me backwards toward him, ignoring the painful whimpers as the gravel grates across my naked skin, my torso, my chest, my face. He wraps a hand around my throat again and lifts me off the ground. I choke before him, clawing at the arm which holds me captive like a desperate feline. I swing my foot, and a well-aimed kick hits him in the crotch, which I notice is still hard and bulging with arousal. He drops me, groaning in pain.

 

I waste no time in retreating from him. Blood is pouring from the gashes and wounds over my body, and goose bumps are rising all over my skin from the harsh cold. I barely remember that I'm half-naked, almost completely bared for anyone to see.

 

“Fucking ass!” he screams. He scrambles to his feet and lunges toward me, but I grab the nearest rock I can find and fling it at him, catching him on the cheek. He yelps, skidding backward and clutching his face.

 

Vaguely I hear sirens in the distance.

 

I pick up another stone and fling it again, this time catching his neck. I register his pained cry in my mind before I hurriedly get to my feet and try to start running. To my dismay, my ankle gives beneath me, and I suddenly am aware of a throbbing pain on my right foot. He must have snapped something when he grabbed it.

 

“KAGOME!!!” His voice bellows in his rage, and suddenly he is right in front of me, the moonlight accenting the quickly purpling spots on his cheek and neck where I had hit it. He grabs my shoulders, trying to push me down, but my flailing and screaming is making it entirely too difficult. Finally, he gives up, and lifts me off my feet again, only to throw me back down onto the cement.

 

My head strikes the gravel first.

 

Blackness threatens to overwhelm me, but a small ray of hope wells in my chest as I hear the sirens coming ever closer. I blink my eyes open slowly to see Jake stalking toward me again, just as he had done at the lake. In a last attempt at salvation, my weak fingers close around the nearest rock. InuYasha is still coming closer. I focus my eyes on his temple and bring my arm up, throwing the rock at him with everything I have. Blood spurts out as the tender skin of his temple breaks immediately upon impact. He slumps to the ground in an unmoving heap beside me.

 

The sirens are right next to us now.

 

Red and blue lights are the last thing I see before I tilt my gaze toward the heavens.

 

“Thank you,” I whisper to the vast blanket of stars. “I needed to be saved.”

 

Finally, my eyes flutter to a close, and I fall into a cloak of darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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