InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Thunder Rolls ❯ The Red Eyes ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: Please bear with me and all my story ideas, but my head is always so busy with different things that I can’t help but write them down. I promise I will finish my other stories, it just takes me longer than other writers. My next update will most likely be Undercover. So if you’re a fan of that, look for it soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and co. But I do own the rights to this plot, and so do not take it.

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Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; it is ungrateful; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.
Xenophon
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His eyes were hot coals of glowing embers in the black ink of the starless and moonless night. Red fire burning with hatred through the cover of the dense thicket. The eyes of the devil stared out of the forest, and all around him, things died and withered away to nothing but brown wilting remnants of what once was. His orbs gleaming with the thought of the malicious and brutal attack he was about to bring forth onto the prosperous family, that soon would be just as decayed and wilted as the foliage about him.

Walking forward, his steps silenced amongst the twigs and brown, dried leaves that littered the ground in hundreds. In his path of destruction, thorns of many grew from the cracked, dry ground; reaching, snaring the nearby lawn ornaments, crushing them to so fine of pieces, that a fine layer of dust now littered the ground as well. Smirking at the destroyed items, memories of old flashed before his ancient eyes as he took on the history of his old life. His mission was not complete, not yet. But one more thing was in his way, in his way before the key to his awakening could be brought forth, and then, and only then, could he rest for the decade he craved.

His long black hair fell in waves down in his broad shoulders, and then to his back with graceful elegance. Swaying back and forth in a timeless rhythm, he approached the front entrance of the shrine with what seemed almost hesitance. He didn’t know if the time was right or not, but it would have to do, or his plans would not play out as he so desired.

The home was silent with the occupants of its walls nestled soundly in their beds, warm from the cool air that touched his pale skin. The knob turned, but the door would not budge, shaking his head, he patted the door, making it crash onto the floor, already it decaying to rust. The particles of the rust drifted in the air around his stilled form, twisting and swirling about his darkened face.

The floorboards creaked beneath his body’s weight. Looking from side to side with great haste, he crept his way up the stairs to the second floor of the building. Step by step, he cautiously made the assent to the master bedroom.

His nose to the air, searching through all the different scents, distinguishing the smell of blossoming roses, and ripe mulberries on a warm summer’s evening. He chuckled quietly to himself, his cynical voice floating through the still air, walking a small girl from her peaceful rest.

Brown eyes searched the interior of her room carefully, trying to find the reason as to why she had awoke. Sighing, her eyes lids drifting shut slowly, bringing her back into the world of dreams. Her breath evened out, her mouth opened, and she subconsciously snuggled deeper into the softness of her pillow.

The door swung in, revealing pain in their deep bed. The woman’s breath came in even spurts, her husband slightly snoring as he turned onto his side. Smirking, the creature made his presence known by growling deep within his throat.

Sitting up quickly, Mr. Higurashi rubbed his face, ridding himself of the late night drowsiness. Looking about, a surprised sound worked its way up his parched throat. The monster that leaned casually against the doorframe sent shivers down his spine.

Its eyes were glowing red in the darkened room as he looked at the startled human before him. His skin was pale, much different than that of the startled man. Claws clicked rhythmically against the grain of the wood. Grinning, showing off his lethal canines. He stepped towards the quivering man.

“Wh...what do you want?” his voice shook, and Mr. Jenkins pulled the covers closer to him in an attempt to guard himself from the beast.

“You know what I want. I have came for what you promised me years ago in exchange for your pathetic life,” his eyes and teeth were the only things that could be seen, everything else was shrouded in the dark.

“But, I have no son,” his brown eyes searched for the creature’s face behind those glowing eyes.

“I can wait no longer. So, if you cannot help me, I will be forced to help myself,” raising his arm, his lengthy claws extended, he swiped down onto the body of the man, ripping out his still beating heart in one fatal strike.

The lifeless body of Mr. Higurashi slumped forward, blood pouring out of the gaping hole in his torn chest. Pools of the same substance seeped out of the corners of his frowning mouth. Leaning to the side, the dead body of Mr. Higurashi fell onto the floor with a sickening thud.

“Ryuunosuke?” her sleepy voice reached the one that had the slowly beating organ in his palm. “Ryuunosuke, where are you?”
Stepping away from the body, he backed up into the cover of the shadows, watching the woman with his haunted eyes. Her face was distressed, her rows knitted together in worry. Her steps were light when her feet hit the carpeted floor, her slippered feet padding quietly over the surface.

She stepped quickly around the bed, mumbling about how late it was in the night. Turning the corner on her side of the bed, she saw something that caught her eye. Dark spots lined the place where her husband should of been laying sound a sleep. And, on the floor lay a crumpled object, a dark stain all around it, and the spot growing larger and darker.

She took in a deep and sudden breath. Rushing over, her legs began to tremble when her worst fears were confirmed. Falling to her knees, her trembling hands rolled the figure over, and the bloodied face of Mr. Jenkins stared up blankly at her face.
“Ryuunosuke! Please, get up!” her voice cracked on the last part, already tears poured down her reddened cheeks. “Ryuunosuke!”

“Why do you call out for someone who is clearly dead?” the voice startled her, and she quickly spun around to find who had spoken.

“Who’s there?” her voice wavered slightly, as she stood on her feet by her loved one’s corpse.

“You do not know my name, and that I plan to rectify immediately. My name is Nero,” he stepped from the shadows, his meeting her’s.

Scrambling away in fear, she crawled over the bed, reaching her side of the floor, and making a dash for the opened door. Blocking it, he advanced towards her trembling figure in a predatory fashion. Backing away, she felt her back hit the corner of her room, sliding down, she cowered before him, her sobs muffled. Laughing, enjoying the sound and scent of her ever growing fear.

A scream sounded, waking the small child instantly, sending goose-bumps up and down her arms. Kicking the covers off of her bare legs, she stumbled out of her warm bed, and into the cold air. Shivering, and rubbing her arms for warmth, she tiptoed to the door, carefully listening for any type of noise. Hearing none, she left the safe haven of her bedroom; she crept along the wall towards where her mother and father slept.

Silent wails were heard as she stumbled about in the dark, slowly making her ay to her destination. She felt her throat tighten in pity for the person who let out those mournful sounds.

The door was ajar, and, with a little push, the tiny child heaved the wood object out of her way. Color drained from her usual cheerful face, the daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Higurashi looking upon the scene with disbelief.

Sitting on the floor, her own blood surrounding her broken body, Mrs. Higurashi wept for all she could. Clutching her robe tightly around herself, she hung her head, letting the tears fall to the soiled ground beneath her.

Turning her head, Mrs. Higurashi was just in time to see her daughter’s knees buckle out from under her. Rushing towards the fallen child as fast she was able, she watched with fear as the girl’s breathing became irregular. Short and choppy intakes, almost as if she were unable to breath.
Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the house as the police entered the battered house. Beams of light shone on the pale walls. Five officers jogged up the tall steps, searching for a cause to all the disturbance that was heard by neighbors.

Reaching the top floor, they were greeted by the sight of a battered woman holding a child’s head in her lap. Rushing to her side, they lifted the child up, and then helped Mrs. Higurashi to her feet. Slowly they walked her and her daughter to the awaiting ambulance in the front drive.

Escorting her into the vehicle, they let the paramedics take over while the police went back and searched the ghostly house. Shaking, Mrs. Higurashi was laid out on a hard stretcher, as paramedics rushed about with great haste. Closing her eyes, she welcomed the cold nothingness of unconsciousness.

The daughter of the Higurashi’s, Kagome, awoke to a world of white. Rubbing her aching eyes, she sat up warily in the hard bed. Memories hit her full force, and she cried out in agony, as if she were physically hurt.

A low rumble of laughter brought her cries to a halt as she looked to where the window was opened, curtains blowing in the breeze. Standing to the side of the seat meant for any guests, a figure stood tall. Nothing could be seen of him except for a pair of glowing red eyes. The gleam of his teeth frightened Kagome, and she pushed back against her crisp pillow.

Pain filled her senses as an unknown force pushed against her mind. Shrieking, she lurched forward, and then fell back into her white sheets. Monitors beeped dangerously, her heart monitor showing her heart beating at a dangerous pace. Her eyes rolled, the whites showing, and her orbs moving back and forth alarmingly.

Doctors rushed into the hospital room, surprised to why the perfectly unharmed child was enduring this kind of attack. Kagome’s arms thrashed about, her legs kicking out towards the medical staff. Her shrill cries hurt their ears terribly as she seemingly fought off an invisible foe.

All Kagome could see was his eyes, the ever glowing windows of hell. Those fangs of white threateningly bared at her, trying to reach out and rip out her slender throat.

The doctors and nurses hung their heads, the small girls had slipped away into a world of her own. Trying to block out the outside world to protect herself in the safe confines of her mind. The only thing that could be done now was to tell the lifeless woman across the hall that her only child was lost inside her own hauntings, trapped deep inside the depths of her head.

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A/N: Well, that’s the Prologue, I hope you like it. Please review and tell me what you think. Just remember no flaming. See ya!

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