InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmare's Memories ❯ The Screaming Silence ( Chapter 4 )

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Author's Note: Hello, guys!

Gomen it took me so long to update this. . .

I've been so busy with everything else! @_@

::sighs:: Homework is evil and pointless. . .

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Here we go with the next chapter! ^_^

Enjoy (or get freaked out. . .whichever. . . ^_^;)!

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Silence. . .

It can be a haven-

Or a hell.

Isn't it ironic how when it's silence you crave you never receive it-

And when you'd sell your soul for a sound you're trapped inside it like a coffin?

But do you know what's the worst?

Being in cased in silence-

When you're surrounded by noise.

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Nightmare's Memories

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~Chapter Four: The Screaming Silence~

Dawn found Kagome still staring at the ceiling, her eyes never wavering.

`What happened? It seemed. . . so real. . .'

Afraid to do anything other than breathe, the girl only blinked as the train came to an abrupt stop; the compartment door swinging open.

Hm. . .

The door was open. . .

. . .

Why bother trying to run?

She was too far from home for escaping to matter. . .

"Get your fat, lazy asses up, you freaks!" Naraku's voice roared as bright rays of blinding sunshine poured into the small car. "It's time to change compartments!"

Inu-Yasha, who, to Kagome's surprise, must have been awake, snorted loudly.

"Why do we have to change this time, bastard?" he smirked, his canine's flashing in the minimal light that made it to his shadowy corner. "Police getting suspicious again?"

"Shut the fuck up," the man snapped, his dark eyes narrowing.

"Yeah," the dog-like boy nodded, totally ignoring Naraku. "That's the trouble with operating an unidentified vehicle, huh? Authorities getting suspicious. . ."

"I told you to shut up," the ebony haired man snarled, his voice dangerously soft. "Is your feeble mind unable to comprehend what I mean by that, half-breed?"

Inu-Yasha's eyes flashed momentarily red as a deep, throaty growl escaped his lips.

"Hmph," Naraku sneered before returning his black-abyss like gaze upon the rest of the `freaks'. "Now get up! And hurry- or feel my wrath."

Kagome blinked slowly as the other members of the car began shuffling around, obediently gathering their few- if any- possessions.

The ebony haired girl glanced listlessly over at her backpack.

Should she bring it . . .?

Keh.

Fat lot of good all that shit would do her.

That bag was full of nothing by school books. . .

"Yo! Bitch!" Inu-Yasha suddenly snapped, waking Kagome out of her dull thoughts.

The teen girl looked up.

Everyone else was gone.

All but the dog eared male, who was glaring at her from the door way.

"You coming or not, wench?" he barked, his amber eyes dark with annoyance.

Kagome gazed angrily back. "My name is Kagome. Please address me by such."

"Feh. Whatever. Come on."

Slowly, the ebony haired girl got to her feet, dusted the hay off her body, and followed Inu-Yasha into the sunlight- - -

Only to be thrown into another compartment moments later.

Kagome blinked.

The transition was so sudden, it was like they hadn't left in the first place.

Hell, the only way one could tell they had actually switched cars would be by the condition of the new compartment.

True, it was similar in size, shape, comfort, and- damn- even lighting.

However, there was something new in this little train-room.

It had- - -

Contained cells.

Tall, thick steel bars separated the car into around a dozen small jail-like rooms, all situated around a small, narrow hall.

The only odd thing was-

The cells had no doors.

One could easily enter and exit each little jail-like, hay carpeted room.

"What's the point of the bars?" she mumbled to herself, glancing after Inu-Yasha as he snorted and backed away, hiding in the shadows once more- large, hairy spiders falling to the floor as he went.

"There probably isn't one," a female's voice whispered from her side.

Jumping, Kagome spun around to face Sango- - -

~Both his arms were dislocated; sticking out at odd, unnatural angles. Every one of his fingers were broken- each joint carelessly snapped and the skin around them disgustingly violet- before the whole hand had been pushed to touch the back of his hand.~

Gasping, the ebony haired girl quickly looked away, breaking into a sweat as the livid images flashed through her mind.

What. . .

Had just happened?

All she had done was look at- - -

"Sango?" she asked softly, slightly afraid to lay eyes on the girl.

"Yes?" the female in question replied quietly, her pale skin almost glowing in the eerie gray lighting of the now slowly moving compartment.

"Um. . ."

"Yes?" she asked again, stepping into Kagome's view, her face furrowed in confusi- - -

~ His armor had been ripped off his torso along with his shirt, and his stomach had been punctured in such a way that it allowed each layer of skin and muscle to be peeled away from the body, exposing his internally bleeding intestines.~

Squeezing her eyes shut to block out the movie reel of nightmarish memories, Kag turned away from Sango before asking her question.

"How did you get here?" she cried in a rush, perspiration pouring down her clammy face.

Why did she keep seeing these things. . .?!

The second female gasped slightly, taking a small step backwards.

"You dare- - -" she began, her pale skin flushing in anger.

"Calm down, Sango," Miroku smoothly interrupted, stepping out of the shadows and putting an arm out as Kagome cracked an eye open, happy to find that she couldn't see Sango any more.

Still. . .

What was her problem?

All Kagome had done was ask. . . wanting to see if her dreams had once been a reality. . .

"We don't speak of things like that, Miss Kagome," the man continued, addressing the ebony haired girl in calm, stern manner. "Please don't ask again."

Suddenly he stepped out of the way, giving the teen a full view of the magenta orbed female.

~ His nose and ears sliced off- leaving gaping, bleeding holes in his face- the only part of his being which hadn't seemingly been mangled had been his eyes- however, they *had* been. They had been pulled out of their sockets; veins wet with blood still dangling from them.

They were now rolling around his scalped head, their irises bloodshot.~

"Stop it. . ." Kagome hissed to the images and sounds inside her mind, clutching her forehead and falling to her knees. "Stop!"

"Stop what?" Sango asked incredulously, her monatomic voice returning as her eyes glazed over once more.

As she spoke, another flas-

~"Kohaku. . ." she whispered as she turned to face the boy.

He gazed coolly back at her, the sickle-like sword clenched in his hands dripping with a disturbingly familiar red liquid.

"Why?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes full of tears as she reached out for her little brother. "Why did you do this. . .?"

He said nothing, instead allowing his sibling to try and embrace him.

But as soon as her back was in his range, her body not quite touching his- - -

He buried his weapon into her flesh.~

"St-stop it!" Kagome continued to cry, tears welling in the corner of her eyes as three large spiders fell onto her back; their spindly, hairy legs poking her as they crawled up and down her body. "I don't want to see any more! I don't want to hear any more! Stop it!"

The others glanced blankly at the girl before exchanging emotionless looks.

It was too late for her, now. . .

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Kagome lay curled in the corner, her eyes constantly closed- lest she see Sango again.

But it was beginning to seem like it wouldn't matter whether she kept her stormy orbs opened or shut- because no one was talking to her or looking at her- or even sitting near her- anyway.

`What's going on?' she thought in terror as the voices continued to scream in her head.

Screams of pain.

Screams of anguish.

Screams of disgusting pleasure.

All echoing through her mind. . .

And- - -

And- - -

And she couldn't make them stop.

She couldn't make the voices go away. . .

Why wouldn't they leave her alone?

The memories weren't even hers!

All they were-

Were her nightmares.

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~ "Mo-momma?" a little boy cried into the gripping, freezing darkness of the room. "Po-poppa. . .?"

He looked fearfully around, his bright green eyes taking in the situation.

He was alone.

Terribly alone in the shadows. . .

Locked in a forbidden room of fright. . .

Slowly crawling off of the large, icy, steel table he had been placed on by his mother he blindly groped his way towards the door- where the only bit of light- a small square window of it- shone like a dull knife.

He attempted to walk towards it.

Yet he couldn't reach it.

No matter how he tried to move his small legs and feet-

They wouldn't take him anywhere.

All they did was produce the most disgusting, stomach churning, bile bubbling sound as they connected with the floor-

Squelch.

Squelch.

Squelch.

`What on earth could that noise be from?' he thought, trembling in fear as his hand connected with a large glass column.

Curious, he turned his head to gaze into the unknown container, his hand accidentally flicking a small, unseen switch.

Bright, florescent lights filled the room, almost blinding the boy.

When he finally could see-

He wished the lights had stayed off.

He was trapped in a small laboratory- long, thin needles, sharp knives, scalps, scissors, and other various forms of medical equipment glittering from high shelves- their sharp edges dyed copper red.

And it didn't seem to be from red paint. . .

Wall sized computers flickered to life, beginning to rattle off data and charts for genetic body enhancement.

His eyes quickly taking in the room, he returned his attention to the tubes.

Gasping, he took a step back, a loud, sickening `squelch' echoing through the room as he did so.

Inside the glass columns. . .

Floated the remains of human and animal innards.

Some still beating or wriggling weakly; hearts, lungs, spleens, stomachs, eyes, and more all soaked in the large vat- severed body parts occasionally cropping up in the mix.

Trying to take a step back, the boy toppled over, landing on his behind-

Connecting with the floor.

"Ew!" he screamed in disgust as he took a good look at the ground.

No wonder it was squelching. . .

It was soaking wet.

Soaking wet with blood, body juices, urine. . .

All sticky, wet, and slimy-

All coating the floor with its own form of wax.

Wiggling hopelessly, the boy tried to get off the floor but found himself stuck, his eyes locked on the floating body parts.

When suddenly-

He heard a robotic arm approch him.

He knew what those things did. . .

N-

No!

No-

He felt a sharp, thick, needle stab itself into his lower back, sending him into an uncontrollable spasm of pain.

"Injecting type 4032 animal DNA," a computer rattled off in a brisk female voice. "Fox. Genetic enhancement taking effect. Process over: 15 hours."

It was the worst discomfort in the world.

Each and every part of his body was enveloped in a searing fire. It felt as if- one at a time- pieces of his very essence were being ripped from his body- mangled, reformed, remade, rebuilt.

New hair grew painfully, shooting up like dull needles from his skin. Bones crumpled like paper only to be unpleasantly formed again. Canine like teeth pushed though his sore gums. His eardrums popped- completely shattered- only to be grown back at a painstakingly slow rate- his hearing intensifying to an almost unbearable level.

Collapsing on the disgusting floor, writhing in pain and screaming in angst, the little boy's now dull emerald eyes filled with tears.

Why had his momma and poppa done this to him?

Used him as the test dummy?

Why. . .?

Why. . .?

Why. . .?

Didn't they love him. . .?

As his suffering tripled, he heard talking from far away, barely audible over his sobs of terror.

"Hmph," a woman's voice grumbled. "This isn't working at all the way it's supposed to. We'll need to get rid of him."

"How?" a man replied, frustration tinting his words. "We can't just throw the little ass out. People will get suspicious."

"I know just the place to drop him off. Don't worry. The little freak will be with his own kind. . . and we can just try this again with one of his brothers. I knew having so many children would come in handy."

"You always were the smart one, dear."

"I know. Now let's get out of here."

`No. . .' the boy cried, flat on the ground as a dull roaring filled his ears, the pain never once leaving. `Make it stop. . . please. .'

`Why, momma. . .? Poppa. . .? Why. . .?'

His body continued to expand, contract; twist, grow.

Change.

Transform.

. . . Hurt. . .

. . .

Only 14 hours and 45 more minutes to go. . .

Only 14 hours and 45 minutes until this excruciating suffering stopped-

And Shippo's true hell began. ~

Kagome's eyes snapped open, her mind reeling, her mouth dry, her skin clammy as she tried to keep the contents of her stomach inside her body.

`No- not again,' she thought- begged-, muffling a half sob with the hay she pressed against her face- - -

The silent screams echoing through her mind returning.

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There ya go.

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