"They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears
They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears…"
Hell is for children, Pat Benatar
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own. Do own evil dude, however.
Warning: Dark fic. Bloody, but no real slash. Just hints of slash possibly. Lots of abuse.
Blood was everywhere. Trickling down the floor and forming itself into puddles, staining the wood.
"--it was for the best. They never loved you."
Silence.
"You know that."
Silence.
He wanted to shut his eyes. He wanted to just sink through the floor. To disappear.
He wanted to scream.
But his voice was gone.
"It was for the best…"
Snow was falling, slowly and steadily. His heart was pounding so hard, that he was sure someone heard.
His breath caught as he heard snow crunching, calmly and steadily, under footsteps.
He forced his body to stay still. Perhaps the boulder would hide him…
Perhaps the footsteps would not find him…
"You can't hide from me, little one. You should know of all people…"
Yes. He knew. He shut his eyes and clenched his hands together as if praying…
He was running now. The snow was hard and cold against his bare feet. But he ignored it. He needed to run. To hide…
Snowflakes fell harder, but not hard enough to cover his footsteps.
"Leave me alone!"
A cold chuckle.
"No. I don't think I will."
A tree root. Sticking up from the snow. He fell, hard, onto the frozen ground.
Blood. It trickled from his lips and down his chin, dripping onto the snow.
His breath caught as a cold, hard hand grabbed his arm, pulling him upwards, turning him to face those cold, gray eyes.
"Got you."
Omi shot up in bed, breathing hard. "No…" He whispered, feeling tears well up in his eyes. A familiar panicking feeling grabbed at him, making him feel cold and alone.
In his mind, he wasn't in his section of the room anymore… He was outside again, back in the cold snow, surrounded by blood…
He shivered as he started to calm down a bit. The memories started to calm down and leave. Taking a few breaths to calm himself, he opened his eyes again.
Wooden walls, wooden floors, warm blankets…
He wasn't there. No. It had been years since he had set foot there.
He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt on his right arm. He trailed a finger down the arm slowly. Then, faint scars began to emerge from his skin, resurfacing for the first time in years.
He had done all he could to forget them. He had buried them so deep, that they were almost forgotten. But not quite. They were always there.
He stared at the scars, not really seeing them. Master Fung had taught him this spell. It was so simple and yet so affective.
Nothing ever scared him as much as this. Nothing, not even Wuya or Chase Young managed to get him this scared. It had been so long since he had had that nightmare. Why was it suddenly resurfacing now? Did that mean something? Or was it just a coincidence?
Omi closed his eyes again before grasping his scarred arm. His forehead flashed for a second, before he opened his eyes again. The scars were gone.
He laughed softly as he licked the blood off of his fingers. Oh how he missed this. The thrill, the pleasure, the terror in his victim's eyes…Oh it was all so wonderful.
He glanced down at the body of the young teen he had just killed. Black hair coated with blood, pale white body cold with death, and sapphire eyes glazed over and frozen. Nothing new.
But after eight years, it was like he had been born anew. What had not fascinated him then, was so fascinating now.
He glanced back at his prison. A cage of ice, cracked and broken open willingly by the dead teen.
He scoffed. Humans. So pathetic. Tell them that they can have anything they want if they do this and that, and they'll believe you. Well, he had rewarded the teen. But not with what the teen had wanted. Gold. Power. No. Why should he give him those things? The teen would only become a nuisance later. So he had rewarded him with eternity.
A piece of ice from his prison broke off and fell to the ground. The clatter reminded him of what needed to be done.
Personally, he was actually glad those foolish monks had sealed him in there. He had had time to think.
Oh he still wanted what he had wanted before they sealed him up. But now he had realized that after a while, it would get tiresome…and perhaps even lonesome.
That child.
The one he met before he was sealed. The one whom he had tried to kill.
Yes. He'd keep that one. Yes, why not? That child had been so entertaining…
It would be easy to find him. And when he finds him, he would also find the other three, whom he would kill. So simple.
He raised his hands towards the heavens, calling to him the beings of darkness…
Prologues are so fun, aren't they? So entertaining…
Read and review.
