InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ryo High ❯ Chapter 11

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The afternoon sunlight was welcoming for most, but it gave him a feeling of irony. The warmness of the rays gave most a happy feeling; it gave them the feeling and hope that nothing could go wrong on such a lovely day. Those people were wrong, oh so terribly wrong. He would show them just how wrong they were, just like he had for many years in the past.

 

This day would be no different for him than any other. Although for others it would shatter their world and turn it utterly upside down. He didn't mind though, it was nice to see their tear stained faces, red swollen eyes, and of course their eyes, the window to their very soul. Their eyes were always filled with loathing, grief, and withdrawal.

 

If people knew his true identity they would call him psychotic or perhaps `mentally unstable'. But he was none of those things. Those terms were too simple to describe his actions and thoughts.

 

What do you call a person that does such horrid things? A person that is by no means mentally unstable if anything he is completely sound of mind? What would you call someone that is aware of all the consequences before and after he performs his evil deeds? And lastly a person who feels no sorrow, regret, or guilt for his actions, only the thrill of the hunt and the pleasure of the kill?

 

Ah, but what could be done? He felt the urge to kill again. So he must, as always, indulge in his dark pleasure. He knew when it all began, yes, he remembered it quite well. He was the tender age of twelve. That day had changed his life and was forever wounded in his young mind, his first kill the most thrilling one of all.

 

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His victim was that of a young girl maybe a year or two older than him, he couldn't quite recall. She was a beauty for her age. Jet black hair, blue eyes, a slim figure, and it didn't hurt that she was intelligent. He had merely asked her on one date, nothing extravagant, just a trip to the movies and lunch. And what did she do? Why, of course, she humiliated him in front of the entire student body.

 

To say he was angry at her was an understatement his was in a blinding fury. No one had ever turned him down. He was handsome, cunning, and bright…girls tended to swoon over his boyish looks. But not her, that's why he wanted her, she was different. It was then he felt the overwhelming urge to just rip her pretty little head off. Yes, those had been his every first thoughts of killing.

 

Sure every young boy had those thoughts once in a while, but he was different from the rest. He was smart, clever, and above all a wolf in sheep's clothing. Soon his thoughts would only become a hunting reality.

 

He planned for months until the perfect time arouse to commit his most sinful act. But he carried no fear, indeed what a strange child he was.

 

That night her parents has gone out of town on some type of business trip or another leaving their only child home alone for the weekend. He knew that was the prefect time to strike, she was in such a vulnerable position. He had slowly climbed up into her second story window and quietly entered the sleeping girl's room.

 

It was rather clean for a child her age. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Pink walls, pale yellow sheets with matching curtains, and of course stuffed animals that mounted the walls and any other available space. Oh, but he knew better this seemingly normal room would not be so ordinary once he was done with it and neither would the sleeping girl tucked tightly into the warms covers of her bed.

 

He had begun his work quietly and slowly as if he had all the time in the world. He tied her to the bed so that she lay on her back with each limb tied securely to each bed post. He had put duct tape around her small cherry pouting lips. How he would miss those lips would never be known.

 

How he loved that night! He had sat there waiting patiently for her to awaken. After awhile he was growing slowly more impatient by the minute. His adrenaline was rushing as much as he wanted this to last he knew it wouldn't. It was just to much for him to handle at once, it would just be too easy to wrap his hands around her neck and just snap it in half. However, luckily for him as he was reaching out to her neck she had awakened.

 

The look on her face was priceless. Her icy blue eyes were widened with shock; her body was shaking uncontrollably with fear, but most of all her muffled screams kept calling for help as she tried to pull herself free of her bindings, a help that would never come.

 

While she had laid there in horror and disbelief he had slowing ridded her of her clothing. He had planned this out for so long that he couldn't believe it was actually coming true. He took his time, his eyes scanned over her body. She was beautiful and he would have her, repeatedly.

 

He had raped her as she screamed into the soundless night begging for him to stop as he degraded and humiliated her. Soon she stopped her struggles and accepted her fate all while silent tears continued to run down her flushed face.

 

When her struggles had stopped he became bored, the only reason he had enjoyed it was because she feared him and fought him. But she had ruined his fun so he decided to continue with the rest of his sinful act.

 

He wrapped his hands around her throat and began crushing her wind pipe. He loved the thrill. She struggled beneath him trying to gasp for air that never came. As his hands applied more pressure he heard and felt her neck snap with his hands. He let go reluctantly and watched as he head rolled lifelessly to the side and her emotionless eyes stared back into his lustful gaze.

 

Getting off the bed he pulled his clothing back onto its rightful place, gathered all his things and left the soon to be chaotic home. He had no regrets, no grief, and no guilt. He only felt both thrill and pleasure. Most would label him as insane, but he was not. He was just born a killer. He did not choose to be what he was, it just called to him. A call he never regretted answering.

 

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He continued to hunt for his next kill but he couldn't seem to find what he was looking for. Although he doubted his calling would ever subside until that wench was dead. Yes, her, another woman that has so wrongfully turned him down. He kept trying to kill her, but he never could. She would always find a way to escape him. He didn't worry much over it though. He would have her one day and when that day came he would make sure it lasted for a long, long time. He wouldn't kill her quickly…no she didn't deserve such kindness. She need to be taken, tortured, and that damn fiery spirit of hers needed to be broken.

 

It wasn't long before he found his next target a rather nice looking woman, probably in her late twenty's or so. She was older than what he normally went for but she fit his description perfectly and would just have to so for the time being. She had ebony hair, light blue eyes, a slim figure, and she was quite well rounded in all the right places.

 

As he approached her he couldn't help of grin. This was all child's play to him. Such a perfect crime always came so easy to him.

 

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<b>A/N: I'm back!!!!! Sorry the chappy was so short but my vaca totally wiped my muse away…damn those muse stealers! Anyways I hope you liked it and I would like to hear your thoughts on who you think is our little hunter…

 

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-Ann</b>