InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unbreakable Hearts ❯ Dreadful Memory ( Chapter 1 )

A Dreadful Memory

*Inuyasha's POV*

Clouded visions of that night filled my head full of pain and sorrow. l I felt like I was going to burst at any moment. I was cold dripping wet nowhere to go or no one to turn to. I was left to stand alone in the night rain and stare at the blood stained hands that belonged to me. How could things have gone so badly wrong like they had just done? I had no intentions of staying screaming, yelling, wanting to get back to the one thing that belonged to me. Instead I stayed behind to forget about everything and everyone that was so important to me.

Laughs, cries, screaming, floated all around me. My world was starting to spin out of control. I didn't care I wanted my fun, my own enjoyment, I was sure that by staying I would be free, free from everything that was weighing me down. It didn't help any; I just put more weight on myself, packing it down hard so that it would stay there forever.

Someone calls me over. As I walk toward the voice I could see puddles of a thick red substance. The very smell sickened me to the core. Could this have been my enjoyment? Playing around with these helpless people as if they were dolls. But now it was all about to change, at least for me.

"What is it?" I ask.

I noticed that there's a tall, long black haired demon in more of a shimmering green cloak , with red blood shot eyes, more like the blood I saw splattered on the ground earlier. He was holding a young woman about 26 by her hair.

Staring into her hazel eyes all I can hear is the demon saying, "Do it, Do it, Do it Inuyasha!"

Now chanting, I can hear everyone chanting my name. First it's kind of low to where I can just barely pick it up, then it gets louder and louder. The woman begins to scream, scream at me? Or to become free like I am, or so I thought. I step closer, now to see the many silver droplets of tears fall from her sad reddish hazel eyes. The moon shines over us all and I finally realize what they want me to do. The woman grabs my pants and yanks at them. Begging for me to stop this madness. I can't though there was just something inside of me that triggered my most hated nerve. And right there I could have done anything I wanted to.

The blood didn't bother me anymore; it was the least of my problems and becoming quite pleasing for my sensitive nose for the moment. And in that instant I was annoyed by the fact that I had helped so many in need, and what do they do? Stab me straight in the back, spit on me. Spit on my very pride. To think I could just let that go. The stubbornness and hatred that I was feeling at the time was beginning to control my body, my own mind. The screams and the chanting were getting louder, ringing in my ears, as I stood there staring even deeper into her confused soul.

Feeling that the only thing right thing to do was wrong, there was no turning back now. Eyes glowing red, fangs longer, claws even sharper. I couldn't take it anymore to much aggravation led me to do the unthinkable that night.

I had done it, without thinking I just cracked my knuckles and gave the woman one last twisted smirk before bringing down my hand. Ripping, tearing through her delicate flesh. One final cry, as the other demon dropped her to the ground.

I had done it. Returning to what I once thought was myself before that hideous creature of some sort clouded my whole sense of reality. Staring at the now dead woman lying before me the smell of fresh blood was now starting to get to me again.

Feeling like I was going to puke and from the loud cheers that made my head throb in pain I ran, pushing everyone away I ran. I didn't know where to I just ran. I could still here some of the others saying that I was amazing, but that's wrong I'm a monster. So I kept running not looking back, I ran from the many mistakes I had committed, not just then but from all of them.

I sped past the many dead and alive people, almost slipping on the watery blood that seemed to keep raining down from every direction. Hearing the awful cries of many young and elderly villagers who had once lived a peaceful life until now.

I was wrong to think I could ever be treated with the respect I wanted, and now I was going to live a lie.

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*Author's Notes*

So how was it? Not bad for a first try at angst. Well ok not that bad. Right? Any way this time I decided it would have to be one of my last Inuyasha stories, ya I know everyone is probably getting sick of my lame stories but hey I try.

No. this time I thought I would do one where it was more deep and dramatic then usual. I'm not sure how it will end, but I'm working on it. A little help here people.

Well there is only one thing for me to do and that's to work harder. But for now it's going to be a little depressing at first but I'll try and liven things up.