InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Six Feet from Below ❯ A River of Blood ( Chapter 2 )

This chapter went through so much remodeling, and started with so many bleeping beginnings, and bleeping endings, and bleeping in-between scenes, and bleeping detail till one day I went “Bleep it!” and worked on other stuff. Then in a nightmare, I made the decision to add all of these scenes into separate chapters, and it will become my greatest creation.

 

Disclaimer: Me no make Inuyasha, The Grudge, The Crow, Sometimes They Coma Back, or any other movies that inspired me to write this story.

 

…No I'm bleeping tired…

 

Chapter 2

A River of Blood

 

Repeated banging echoed off of wall after wall, rippling through the sound barrier of the dank car lot. The man kept using any form of fist to get the attention of the man locked inside. No answer came from inside, only muffled noises. He placed a hand on the door scanning it, but felt it being rock side to side gentle, hardly noticeable.

 

“Sir what the fuck is going on inside there?” the man demanded to know, trying his best to pry the elevator doors open.

 

The woman was close to crying over the whole situation, with held back tears lined her eyes. She fumbled with her phone as she struggled to dial three simple numbers: 911.

 

Successfully dialing the three digits, he waited for a tone, pacing till the other line picked up, while her husband was busy searching for something to use to open the doors seeing as manual labor did nothing but give his arms a good stretch.

 

“Tokyo Police Department, how may we help you?” asked a woman with a calm voice.

 

“Yes Hello? I'm… I don't … oh Gods!” she started trying to find the right words. Her breath started to hitch in the back of her throat.

 

“Calm down and tell me your situation?” the woman asked, still calm

 

She bounced on the balls of her feet, running her fingers through her hair, feeling the heat of anxiety course through her veins. Silent tears appeared falling down the end of her cheek, or continue trailing to her neckline.

 

“We saw this man…and um… he…I don't know but something's wrong and-“ and scared huff escaped her lips, the pressure building” He was dragged into the elevator, and we saw nothing pulling him in, we don't know how that's even possible, and now we can't get to him, and…!”

 

“Calm down ma'am! We'll be there as soon as we can. We have located you on the phoning beacon, and nearby officials will be on there way as soon as possible!” the woman tried reassuring though her voice now showed concern.

 

She hung up the phone, and wiped the tears from her eyes, trying to shake her nerves of the fear she felt. She went over to the buttons on the side wall of the elevator, pushing down on the `Open' button seeing if that would work. She still shook from her nerves, and stayed that way watching her husband walk aimlessly in the half dark looking for something she couldn't figure out what.

 

As he searched for something of opening use, there was nothing he could depict in the darkness of the car lot until something caught his eye by one off the yellow power lights. Rushing over to it, it was a randomly discarded car lack bar. It chimed the inside hollowness as he lifted it off the ground, grating the smooth concrete. With no time to inspect it thoroughly, he brought it back over to the elevator.

 

His wife being confused at what her husband was doing. Before thinking bout her question, she started to ask “What are you planning-?”

 

He slammed it between the doors slightly missing his target sending echoes throughout the lot. She covered her ears at the sound, almost dropping her phone, but realized how stupid her question would have been if she answered it full, He repeated it again, again sending a stress tingling echo through the practically empty lot.

 

This time not missing the target, he wedged it into the connection of the closed elevator doors. She let the button go realizing it couldn't be helped, so she did the next best thing. She strained her hearing to see if she could pick up anything that was going on in the elevator. Her breathing came out puffs of cold just touching the doors, and placing her ear on the cold metal for a better reception. She cursed at how cold the metal was against her already numb from the touch skin.

 

She blamed the metals natural coldness not thinking it was something other than science.

 

As her body became colder from the touch, she could help but shiver and let her legs jolt up and down from uncomfortable tingles. Trying to push past her sensitivity to the cold, she tried to decipher anything that passed through the doors thickness. All that she picked up through her husbands constant prying was the man mumbling at what she thought to was the man to be insane, and hardly noticeable gasps of air.

 

It closely reminisced to that of someone who would be crazy enough to wade in winter's water; how right she was.

 

Her husband continued his efforts in opening the doors, but to now avail seeing as all he is doing is leaving rust stains on the metal. As the bar had squeezed into the rubber shock absorbers that sensed when something was in the way, and couldn't closed, the man let it stay in place as he backed away breathing hard from so much excursion. He bent over resting on his knees, letting his breath to catch up. Lifting only his head, he saw his wife take over his job for a bit.

 

Letting his head hang, he closed his eyes as he took deep breaths, only adding more to the black of the night. But something was amiss when the metal grinding against metal stopped, and the car jack bar clanging on the ground on the floor. His eyes popped open at that sound. He pushed himself up slowly, seeing his wife back away with her hand over her mouth. The look on her face was one he never wanted to see again. He saw her let tears loose pouring from her eyes.

 

“Honey…?” he asked in concern, and fear himself at the face she contorted. She was shaking slightly, and pale as a ghost.

 

He cautiously walked over to her, his foot making a splash. He stopped after hearing the splash, and peered down. It was murky water that stained his dinner shoes. He forced his head towards the bottom of the door. A light from above the elevator indicating the level the elevator was the only source of light that filled the surrounding three foot area.

 

The now flowing water turned pink.

 

The bell that chimed that an elevator box has reached your floor ringed through the lot.

 

The water turned red.

 

The doors that were once so hard to even crack open, and refused to budge just took there time to open fully. A wave of crimson blood erupted from the door spewing all over the woman face, and clothing. He only had a split second before he could move, and lost it. He was now hurtling, thrown off his balance, and slid on the ground covered in the red liquid.

 

The smell of iron filled his nostrils, and he spat and hacked out blood that entered his mouth from being agape at the oncoming wave. Even through all of this, his wife rushed over splashing blood onto her designer boots, and pants. She felt nausea at the sight of the blood, and the smell.

 

Before she could ask if he was all right, she saw his face contorted into one she never wanted to see again. His eyes were set onto the inside of the elevator. She turned her head slowly, preparing for what she might see. The river still flowed as she lifted her gaze, but then felt something firmly grab her head to turn the other way, her husband now cradled her, her face meeting his blood soaked jacket.

 

“Don't look!” he demanded”For the Gods sake, don't even think about it!” he pleaded.

 

She wasn't even going to protest just hearing the sound of his voice.

 

The trickling sounds of the river faded out from the sounds of sirens blaring throughout the entire car lot, and street. The darkness of the night was cancelled out by the circling lights of blue and red. Car doors opening and closing repeated almost rhythmically as officials came out in shock of the crimson blood covering the entirety of the floor.

 

Someone screamed, and no one was really sure if it was a woman, a man, or even an after shock of a man slaughtered inside of an elevator by a boy he killed ten years ago. The glasses of the mutilated man rested next to the shoes of the husband cradling his wife, who by now cried her heart out.

 

Someone threw up towards the back of the police cars.

 

A slight cliff hanger; and a slightly funny twist towards the end. Hope I didn't scare you too much, because if I didn't then I suck at telling horror stories. Give me advice for making this story scarier in any way.