InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmare's Memories ❯ Entertainment ( Chapter 5 )
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Author's Note: I'd like to open this chapter with a review I received from WindScar.
Ahem:
~ What the hell! What is this! Is this how you get your kicks, by grossing people out! What's the matter with you! Are some sort of depressed, psychopath? Gods, seriously, this gets me all depressed, and it sucks! I hate you wench! Use me in the story too, see if I care, because no matter what you do, my opinion will be the same. This is a disgusting, mentally disturbing fic. Oh, and by the way, consider this a flame.~
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::deep breath::
Without making any of the comments I'd *LIKE* to, I'd like to make this simple statement to everyone:
If you share WindScar's oh-so-blunt feelings, this is your official invitation to stop reading.
Because though you all know I can not STAND sad endings- (so yes, the very end will be happy)- this fic will include a LOT of horror, gore, and angst.
. . .
You still reading?
Good! ^_^
(BTW- Who here thinks WindScar is wind22 in disguise? ::raises hand::)
Okay, here are the repetitive questions of last chapter:
One: ~`*sob* *choke* Why'd you do that to Shippo you digusting bitch?!'~ Because he needed his story. There *had* to be a reason for his fox-like appearence, and a reason he's stuck in the freak show. Everyone's gonna share an equal amount of pain and horror in this story, he just took some of his turn last chapter.
Two: YES, Kagome and Inu-Yasha WILL get together in this fic. Though it is a horror, it is also a romance. (BTW, WindScar- Deranged phycopath's can't write romance. I, however, can. So- - -*bites tounge* nevermind.)
Three: Thanks to 'Oiron and- and- ::looks very emberessed:: Someone else used this phrase in their review and I forget who it was. GOMEN TO THAT PERSON! ::gives them pocky, Inu-chan products, and hugs::. Anyway, that phrase became a later chapter title. So thankies! ^_~
Okay!
That's all!
Enjoy the chappie, unless your name is WindScar, in which case I hope you- - -
*bites tounge again*
^_^;;
Er-
Anyway-
Here I go!
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Pain.
Excruciating, overpowering pain.
Do you enjoy expereiencing it?
Of course not.
Then why do so many take pleasure when others do?
Why?
Why?
I don't hear you answering me.
But whatver.
Have your giggles.
For you know what they say. . .
What goes around- - -
Comes around.
And who knows what sort of weapon I could come around with. . .?
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Nightmare's Memories
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~Chapter Five: Entertainment~
Morning light leaked through the knot holes of the train cart; making the metal bars around Kagome's mound of hay gleam dully.
`Can't- Mustn't- Close- Eyes- - -' she thought desperately, her stormy orbs- ringed in tired shades of black- looking as sunken and empty as her heart felt.
Her empty heart.
Her frozen heart.
Her heart that wouldn't stop fluttering.
Fluttering in fear.
Terrified, blood churning fear.
"Yo. Bitch," a voice hissed in her ear, making her breath catch in her throat.
Quickly rolling over, Kagome found her eyes locking with none other than Inu-Yasha, who was glaring icily at her.
"What do you want?" she asked softly, her voice cracking.
"To tell you to calm down. Your fear is stinkin' up the fuckin' compartment," he growled, looking annoyed.
The ebony haired girl's tired gaze hardened, tears prickling in the corner of her eyes. "I don't give a damn. You better get used to the smell, `cause my feeling's aren't changing."
The dog-like male snarled, flopping next to the female and crossing his arms and legs; his silver hair glistening in the pale dawn light.
"And why the hell not?" he questioned, his brown furrowed. "I realize you're a wimpy wench an' all that, but even I didn't think you were pathetic enough as to just curl in the corner and cry."
"I'm not crying!" Kagome hissed, biting back the sobs that were beginning to well up inside her throat. "I just don't understand what's going on! I'm confused, I'm afraid, I- I- I-!"
She sniveled loudly, abruptly sitting up.
"I just want to go ho-!"
She cut herself off with a cry of pain as her eyes fell upon Shippo, who was snoozing a few feet aw-
~ 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.~
Falling to her knees and shaking her clutched head, she tried to muffle a heartfelt sob.
Next to her, Inu-Yasha shifted uncomfortably.
He didn't like seeing her cry. . .
"Oh, come on," he murmured, less pissed off then before, "what are you so freaked out about?"
"Everything!" she cried, her tears soaking the hay beneath her as she tugged on her hair. "Everything!"
"Could you be a little less general?" he questioned dryly. "I'm trying to answer your questions about this place, and a response like that's not gonna help you get the facts you're looking for."
When he finished talking, a silence pressed against the boy's canine ears as he waited for the girl to halt her quiet sobs.
Finally- - -
"Why. . .?" she whispered, tears still trickling down her cheeks and landing on the ground with soft splashes. "Why are we. . . we trapped. . .?"
Inu-Yasha leaned against the bars around them, tucking his hands into the ends of his baggy red clothes.
Kagome glanced slowly up into his face, her eyes still brimming with water.
He took a deep breath-
And began.
"For hundreds of years," he stated calmly, though his half-lidded eyes were full of some unrecognizable emotion, "people have visited freak shows as a form of entertainment. Pleasure from other's suffering."
The girl nodded slowly, loosening her death grip upon her hair.
"But. . . in this place. . ." he continued, his voice softening slightly. "It's the other way around. . . We come for the entertainment, and end up going through the pain. . ."
Kagome blinked.
"But- but- well, for Sango- and maybe the others-, true, she-they- whatever- came on their own free will, but Shippo- - -?"
Inu-Yasha raised an eyebrow in surprise. "How do you-?"
He shook his head, cutting himself off.
No need to ask.
He knew.
Knew what was going on.
He'd seen it. . .
Seen it happen so many times. . .
"Yeah, you're right. The runt didn't come on his own will, his parents left him here to die. If he wanted, he could probably find a way to escape. But. . . he never tries to run. . ."
"But the rest of you?"
"It's a curse. We came searching for the freaks, and we now live with the consequence-"
He pierced her with his bright amber eyes. "Being one."
Kagome swallowed, her heart skipping a beat.
She-
She wasn't-
No, of course not.
She wasn't becoming a-
A freak. . .?
No.
"Why?" she asked again, her voice hitching in her throat. "Why does Naraku do this? What's the point. . .? His motive. . .?"
The male in front of her shook his head. "I don't know. No one here knows."
Their conversation came to an abrupt end- neither knowing what to say.
So instead they sat quietly for a moment, oblivious to the others as they slowly awoke, stretching and getting to their feet as countless spiders rained from the ceiling.
"Well," Inu-Yasha finally grunted, taking a sniff of the air. "You've stopped stinkin' the place up, so I'm goin'."
He got to his feet and dusted off his pants, flicking a defiant strand of silver hair behind his shoulder.
"Inu-Yasha. . .?" Kagome whispered as he turned to leave.
"Yeah?" he droned, glancing at her from the corner of his eye as one of his ear's twitched.
Kagome stared at it for a moment, briefly loosing her train of thought.
His ears. . .
They were. . .
Kinda. . .
Well. . .
Cute. .
. . .
Why the hell was she staring?!
". . .Thanks," she whispered, looking away in embarrassment as she struggled for words. "Thanks for talking to me and. . . explaining some stuff and. . ."
"Keh. Whatever," he grumbled, making his way to the shadowy corners of the train.
The ebony haired girl smiled softly to herself as she watched him leave. \
There was something about him. . .
In a slightly better mood, she lay back against the hay, identifying patterns in the ceiling.
*
Her happy attitude didn't last long.
Good moods never do.
Just as day turns to night, light is always swallowed by darkness.
And no matter where she hid-
That darkness always found her.
Found her-
In the form of the others.
"Kagome," Sango murmured, stepping into the ebony haired teen's view. "First meal is about to be serv-"-
~"K- K- Kohaku. . ."
The boy remained silent, watching blankly as his sister's blood stained the ground; her hair plastered to her body in the rain.
"Please," she begged, painfully pulling herself to a kneeling position. "Tell me why!"~
No. . .
"No!" Kagome screamed, clamping her eyes shut.
No-
Not again-
Please, not again!
The second girl blinked slowly, looking momentarily confused.
Then she nodded and turned away without a word, leaving Kagome to deal with the reawakened nightmares on her own.
*
"Kagome," a little boy's voice murmured from the entrance of the cell. "Sango told me to bring you your portion of first meal."
The ebony haired girl glanced slowly up at Shippo, a bowl full of some unidentifiable glop in his hands as he walked next to her. "Why'd you get all frightened when she came in earlie-"-
~ 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. . .?~
Why. . .?
WHY WOULDN'T IT STOP?!
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kagome cried, throwing out an arm and knocking the boy down, the bowl soaring though the air and landing a few meters away- it's contests splattering all over and collecting hungry spiders.
Shippo looked up at her in surprised shock from the floor, his small face now bruised where her hand had connected with his skin. "Kagome-chan. . .?"
"Kagome-chan. . ." he whispered, his voice full of sadness as he slowly got to his feet, gently touching the girl's shoulder and making her glance at him again. "What's wro-?"-
~"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. . .~
"GO AWAY!" the girl sobbed, breaking into hysterics on the floor; writhing as her mind exploded with images of torment and pain.
Kagome didn't hear when Shippo finally got up and left.
She wasn't hearing anything.
Anything other then the screams of the dead and the tortured; those haunting her never-ending nightmares.
*
No. . .
She must. . .
Must keep. . .
Must keep her eyes open.
She must. . .
Must stay awake. . .
. . .
*
~"GET DOWN!" a man screamed against the howling wind.
The preteen being yelled at did as he was told, flattening himself in a ditch as the freak tornado approached his father and he; leaving nothing but madness, distraction, and chaos in it's wake.
Where had this storm come from?
This morning had been bright and cheerful- a dream in the cold darkness that was early spring.
Yet it had become a nightmare in less then an hour.
"Father!" the young teenager cried, his ponytail of short black hair feeling as if it were about to be ripped from his head along with his clothes. "I- I don't know if we can make this!"
"I don't either," the elder man replied softly.
Still, his son heard.
No. . .
They couldn't think that way. . .
Silently watching the pocketed land be destroyed, the boy winced at the thought of being sucked up by the vacuum in the sky.
Then-
"HELP!" someone screamed from far away; near one of the few remaining homes.
A woman. . .
A woman with long, ebony tresses and a noble woman's dress.
She was trapped between a wall and the storm, her eyes popping-
Though that may not have been from fright.
The boy looked to the gusty heavens.
`Please, I beg- help my father have sense in this situation-'
"I'm coming!" the older male cried, bolting out of the safety of the grassy crater and running towards the female.
`Screw all of you deity! Each and every one of you!'
"FATHER!" the young man screamed at the top of his lungs, forsaking his prayer. "GET BACK HERE!"
Either his father didn't hear him or he didn't care, for he never stopped running against the screaming wind-
He never stopped running towards the gray funnel of fury-
He never stopped running towards the girl.
That is-
Until his foot fell into a pot hole in the earth, his ankle snapping soundly.
"FATHER!"
But he was stuck.
Neither able to reach the woman nor get back to his son, the elder man looked blankly up at the approaching twister of rage.
"FATHER!"
But it was too late.
The wind surrounded the adult like a cage, allowing him neither to escape or reply.
The only thing it allowed him to do-
Was feel pain.
And pain he was going to feel.
His son watched, horror struck, as the twister's winds first pulled off his clothes.
But it in no way stopped there.
No.
Next it pealed off his skin; both layers of peach flesh- revealing his red muscles and pink ligaments- not to mention his lid-less eyes, lip-less mouth, and, slit-like nostrils.
But even those were soon to go- his eyes popping out of their sockets like corks from a bottle. Then went his muscles- each one being yanked off his white bones as if in practiced order.
After which went his internal organs- each slimy, beating organ- his ribcage shattering and letting them loose as a large bolder smashed into the remains of his body.
And then-
As soon as his father was gone; his remaining blood painting the ground maroon-
The preteen watched the storm disintegrate.
"F-father. . ." he whispered, watching with wide eyes as random pieces of his parent fall from the sky with a bloody `squemch.'
His only living parent. . .
Now dead. . .
Gone. . .
It. . .
It was all that woman's fault. . . !
If- If she hadn't distracted Father. . .
Looking up, his angry violet orbs blurry with tears, he searched frantically for the lady.
She was still alive.
Running towards the nearest town.
"COME BACK HERE!" he screamed, getting to his feet and racing after the girl- his stomach turning as he slipped in the remaining juices of his father.
`Th-that freak!' he thought furiously as he trailed the female, never once stopping for breath. `Sh-she did this! I swear I'll find her, where ever she goes!'
"Then follow," a voice like a breeze murmured in his ear. "Follow her to the freak show- you'll find your revenge. . ."
`Yes! The freak show! I'll get her!'
He bolted though town, always on her heals.
`I swear on the wind, I'll get my revenge!'
"On the wind. . ." the whispery voice chuckled as the woman ran into the dark compartment of a train in the shadowy, destroyed train station.
"GET BACK HERE!" the boy screamed, entering the car- - -
But it was empty.
Empty- - -?
No-
There was someone else here- - -
At least one other- - -
"Go!" hissed the angry voice of a male. "Foolish bastard! Go!"
"No! Have you seen a woman with long black hair- - -?"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" the voice snarled, a flash of amber accompanying his words.
"No! I swear on the winds of heaven and hell I will make her pay for making my father die!" the teenager bellowed, sadness and anger clouding his judgment and senses.
"On the winds of hell!" the soft voice chuckled.
"You idiot!" the male voice barked.
But the black haired boy didn't hear either of them.
He couldn't hear them-
Not over the suddenly stirred wind.
Wind from. . .
From. . .
. . . !
His whole attention was on his hand- - -
Hissing in pain he watched it with wide eyes.
With the feel of being sliced slowly with a dull knife, it was opening-
Opening up a dark abyss.
An abyss that was slowly pulling everything in. . . .
The winds of hell. . .
"What- - - what is going on. . .?!" he yelled in fearful pain as his hand burned like a fire.
"You swore upon the winds of hell- so you shall carry them always with you until you fulfill your pledge!" the other man in the compartment screamed, the amber color flashing once more as Miroku fell to the floor; his whole arm in searing, excruciating pain. "Or el- - -"~
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::exhausted:: Way- long- chappie!
I don't think
it was as scary as last chapter, but whatever.
^_^
Hope you enjoyed or. . . or whatever you do during a horror fic. . .
Ja ne!