Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Blood In Her Hands ❯ A Bad Memory ( Chapter 3 )

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vision of Escaflowne.. However, the new/added characters and places in this fanfic that were not mentioned in the animated series are products of my imagination.. Any relation to real people/places is purely accidental..

 

 

Darkness. That was all she can see amidst everything. Where am I? Hitomi knew she couldn't answer that question herself. But she preferred it this way. The silence was welcoming. She wanted to stay here. At least no one would be able to approach her, much less harm her.

The blackness…it was her secret world.

Her own space where she could be anything she wants to be.

Free.

She wants the memories to stop haunting her in her dreams. She wants to see her family again, smiling at her return from a track practice. She wants to be with Yukari and Amano again, happily grazing at the sea shore every Sunday afternoon. She misses Tai's taunts at her during dinner where Ma and Pa would just laugh at them.

 

But no.

 

Those bloodied snaps of her past kept visiting her. Her Pa, lacerated without mercy. Her Ma, strangled to death. I wonder what she was thinking before she took her last breath? And Tai. Sweet, innocent, little Tai. Lying there, chest stabbed severely. Hitomi shook her head.

She wants revenge. Revenge to whoever did this her family.

 

Blood.

 

Hitomi looked at her hands and imagined the blood of those murderers. Tasting its rusty tang would be satisfying. Those murderers would die in my hands. Those murderers and that man. That man who violated her. He will pay. Dearly. His life is not enough. Hitomi closed her eyes and the vision of her destruction played in her mind.

 

Hitomi was walking alone after eating a diner across the street. She had this blank stare in her face. She just went out to eat something after visiting her family's grave in their house. She moved out of the house, and lived in an apartment far from the residence she once lived. It has been two weeks after the death of her family. She turned in the next street and saw the new house she was living in. She stood for awhile, studying the sun set in the horizon. Another day has passed.

“Hey there.”

Hitomi turned at the sound of the voice and saw a man towering her. He was wearing an all black attire and, from the tone of his voice, wanted something from her.

“If you're looking for money, then you'll be disappointed. I just spent it,” said Hitomi in a dead, still voice and started to move away. The man laughed and grabbed her by the shoulder.

“It is a pity that I wouldn't have dinner tonight. But there is something you could do for me. Something you could give me beside money.”

Hitomi's heart leapt. She struggled but the man was too strong for her. He dragged her towards her own house and got her key from the side pocket of her skirt. She tried to scream for help, but she knew no one would be able to help her since the neighborhood she was in was almost deserted. Nobody liked to live in this part of the town since it was far from the commercial stores.

“Good girl. No one would be able to hear you in here even though you scream your lungs out,” said the man. They entered the house and he locked the door and kept the key. Hitomi distanced herself from him and was looking for any weapon she may use against this intruder. The man settled himself in a nearby couch and fancied himself in watching Hitomi grope for something, anything to arm herself.

“What are so watchful for?” asked the man.

“You,” said Hitomi.

“I am not gonna hurt you,” replied the man.

“You have a name, mister?” asked Hitomi.

“You could call me anything you like, sweetie.”

“How about `bastard'? Does that sound good to you?” The man laughed hard.

“You said that I could give you something besides money. Spill.”

The man stood up and walked towards Hitomi. She stood her ground, keeping her fear inside her. He grabbed her chin and thrust it high enough to expose her small neck.

“You could make me happy tonight.”

“Bakero!” Hitomi snapped her head to the other side to free it from his grasped. He felt an umbrella and used it to thrust the man's head. He was surprised at her attack and felt blood trickling down his face. Hitomi ran from him and searched for a sturdier weapon. The man's laugh echoed throughout the house.

“You're interesting. I like aggressive girls.”

He's on the move. He searching for me. Hitomi knew she couldn't escape the house, the front door's the only exit out of it. The windows were blocked by her then, how she wished she didn't. She found a knife in the drawer and pocketed it. She could hear the opening of a door and the scraping of his shoes on the carpet. He's close.

“I'm gonna get you if you don't move. Do you want me to find you so easily?” teased the man.

Hitomi almost jumped when she heard his voice behind her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She wasted no time and grabbed the knife and swished it across his neck, the place her knife made contact. He backed away, holding his neck. It was bleeding but it was not a very deep slash. He tore his shirt and made a bandage out of it for his bleeding neck. Hitomi ran from the kitchen but her skirt got caught in one of the chairs, causing her to fall down on the floor, head first. She saw stars and black dots. She shook her throbbing head to regain her vision.

“So you like blood? I'm gonna give you blood. More blood.”

The man stepped over her, immobilizing her in the process. I'm done for. She instinctively covered her head, and waited for the attack. Struggling meant nothing for him, and the knife she once used to defend herself lay now a foot from her. The man grabbed her hair and hurled her towards him. He also got the knife and showed it in her face.

“Let's play a game. Whatever things you used against me, I will use on you. Since you started with this knife, I will do my part.”

Hitomi closed her eyes when the man put the knife in her right chin. Then with little pressure, he sunk it to her skin to let the blood flow. She felt the intrusion of the blade in her skin and the flow of her blood. The pain was bearable, if the man only intended to stab her in the face. But what happened next caused Hitomi to scream in pain. The knife, after making point in her chin, now ran down and ended in her left shoulder. Blood spurt from her to the man's face, which was glowing with happiness seeing her suffer. He let her go and Hitomi lay crumpled on the floor, clutching her wound with both hands.

“This is fun. This is what I want. Now you better scamper around or I will find you again. I'm giving you a ten minute head start, or perhaps longer. Go. Run. Fear me and what I will do to you when I find you.”

She struggled to stand and limped away from this maniac. She needed to be away from him, buying her some time to think of a plan to save herself. She went to the living room and search for anything that she may use. She saw the underside of the couch and, with difficulty, hid herself there. She held her breath when she saw his shoes enter the area. He was walking in circles, sniffing her blood scent. When he was as though convinced that he can't detect her smell, his shoes disappeared from Hitomi's sight. She sighed silently and rested her head on the cold floor. She would be safe here, in the mean time. Then she felt strong hands around her legs and pulled her away from the couch. He found her!

“Got you!”

He threw her to the center table. The glass broke and the shards were everywhere. Hitomi let out a moan as her back made contact with the uneven ground.

“Hmmm. Glass shards.”

The man grabbed a handful of the glass shards and got his hands bleeding from it. He chose the biggest one with a ragged edge. He turned towards Hitomi. Her eyes widen at the sight of the shard he was holding.

“I wonder where I could use this on you?”

“No, please…”

“What did you say? I can't hear you.”

He crawled over her and laid down his hand on her thigh for support as he approach her. Hitomi cried out in pain. The glass shard was in his hand and stabbed it through her thigh.

“I like how you scream. Let me hear it again.”

He thrust the shard deeper into Hitomi's thigh until it cannot be seen anymore. Blood was rushing from her thigh, staining the carpet below her. Amused, the man pressed his hand over the wound deeper, making Hitomi scream again. Then, using his blood stained hand, spread the blood over her other thigh. It was as though he was molding a red pair of pants over Hitomi's legs. She cried and cried, unable to bear the pain any longer.

“Why…Why don't you… just…ki-kill me?” croaked Hitomi.

“Because watching you suffer amuses me. Don't tell me you've grown tired of our little game?” asked the man. He held Hitomi's head with his hands, making her face red with her and his blood.

He's crazy. Just kill me, end this pain. Hitomi's tears streamed on the sides of her face. To hell with crying. Kill me, I want to be with my famiy again. Then a though hit her. Van. He never contacted her all these years. He won't be here to save me, thought Hitomi. More tears escaped her eyes.

“Run.”

Hitomi didn't move. The man kicked her on the side, but still she didn't move.

“What? WHY AREN'T YOU RUNNING?” yelled the man at her.

“Kill me. I don't care anymore,” answered Hitomi.

The man smirked. “You're requesting for your death already?” He carried Hitomi towards her room and laid her down on her bed. What's with the kindness all of a sudden? He went down to the kitchen and the scurrying of utensils can be heard from below. Hitomi wondered what he was doing there. Even the stupidest thought of him preparing dinner for her streaked her mind. She too may be going crazy. The door opened after half an hour and Hitomi opened one eye to see him. He was carrying a tray containing assorted things she couldn't make out.

“I am going to give you something worse than death.”

He tied her hands and feet with the rope he got from the kitchen to the bed posts. Hitomi at first was scared that he would puncture her with different knives and other sharp objects he could have found in the kitchen. But when she noticed that he was taking her clothes off one by one with the use of a scalpel, she cried again. Oh no, not this.

He first took off her top exposing her bare chest to him. He left her bra on. He folded her top neatly on the bedside table. Hitomi closed her eyes not wanting to see what he is going to do to her. He traced her body with his hand drenched in her blood. He made a cross at the center of her chest.

“Don't you like the feel of your blood on your body?” asked the man. She didn't answer him. He tasted her blood. “Your blood's something. Wanna taste it?”

He put his blood stained fingers inside her mouth. Hitomi felt sick at the taste of hr own blood mixed with his. She vomited, earning a slap from the man.

“You're wasting it! You're crazy.”

You're crazy, repeated Hitomi to herself. It occurred to her how she could how escaped this situation if she just stayed in the diner for a couple more hours. Then maybe this man could have been waiting for her even she spent relentless hours in that damn diner. Van, help me.

Hitomi felt the man moving. She felt her skirt being pulled from her. She was now down on her lingerie.

“I want to have you slowly. Make you suffer more.”

He first kneaded her breasts, achingly hard. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying again in pain. He mistook it for arousal. He proceeded to touching her, first gently then hard, leaving bruises everywhere his hands land on. He grabbed the steak knife in his tray and lowered it to Hitomi's face for her to see it. She didn't want to think where he would use it. He traced her neck wound with his fingers before opening it again with the use of the steak knife. Fresh blood eased from her neck. He washed her body with her blood. He stood up and from the sound of it; he was removing his own clothes. He crawled on top of her again and bathed himself in her blood. Hitomi moved away from him but the ropes on her hands and feet wouldn't let her.

“Come on. Enjoy this. You might like it.”

She shook her head vigorously. No, I don't like this at all!