Summary: The demons came out at midnight.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's.
Author's Note: Written in about 1 1/2 hours. This is a three chapter story, and I should have the rest posted up soon. Hope you like! And everything will be explained, I promise!
Midnight
The Witching Hour
The demons came out at midnight.
They haunted her, they stalked her, and they whispered of things that they should not know of. They brushed softly past her ankles, their ghostly fingers like the warm fur of a purring cat. They ran their fingers through her hair lovingly, separating each individual strand and then braiding them. Every morning, she woke up with a braid in her hair; every morning she nearly tore her hair out trying to undo the work they had done. They were tangible, barely, but they were. In the full glare of the sun, and the full power of day, she could barely see her demons and her past.
They thrived in darkness though; they lived in the darkness.
They fed off the fear that the dark brought to young girls and boys; they drank from the twisted emotions [lust, anger, rage, wrath, possessiveness, bloodlust] the full moon brought out among the teenagers. But their strength lay in the elders. The elders were weak, on the cusp of life and death, always toeing the line. They made them cross that line unwillingly.
Midnight.
Tick. Tock. Ding. Tick. Tock. Dong.
She watched the small clock on her computer screen switch over (11.59.59 moved so quickly, a blink of an eyelid to 12.00.00) and she glanced up at the empty room.
Rows of people lined up before her. A little boy, an older female; a son, and a girlfriend. There were no elders though; all of the elders dueled in private clubs and agencies not on the streets. No, the streets were for teenagers and children and the occasional adult who worked for a living coming to try to relieve their childhood.
She glanced at the end of the line, and saw a new addition. Her eyes widened, and her breath quickened. She couldn't hear past the roaring in her ears because she knew this one.
Fudo Yusei had finally made his appearance.
She swallowed and watched as her ghosts and her demons, her fears and the dead embodiments of her pain, file past her slowly but surely. She glanced at the clock again. 12.00.13. She had forty-seven seconds until they faded and she had another twenty-four hours to see her guilt. Every night was the same; she sat for hours waiting for the witching hour to come, and then she would fall fitfully into sleep, dreading the next morning.
She saw a little boy pass, and she thought it may have been the brother Misty had been talking about. But she had not killed him, which she knew for a fact. She had checked up on every single person that was in the room. None of them had died by her hand. But she had hurt them. Five of them were paralyzed, seven were kept in mental hospitials, and the others were taking vast amounts of other medications to try and ease the pain she had caused.
But Yusei…
She had dueled him weeks ago, and he was just now appearing! It was settled then; she would have to watch closer. His every move (was that a limp?) his every expression (a grimace? of pain?) and his every word (does he hate me?).
12.01.00.
The corporal beings faded as the new day dawned. The time between worlds was at an end, and while they were not in the land of the dead their souls would never really be able to reach the land of the living ever again.
Her fault. All hers. She lay down, watching the fan above her dully swing round and round, the cool air hitting her body doing nothing to break her out of her sweat. She thought she heard something rustling, but didn't look. She had long ago learned to sleep with them present. She turned over, pulled a pillow over her head, and closed her eyes.
The demons came out at midnight, and she could do nothing to stop it.