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She woke screaming. She stared forward, eyes wide with fright. The whites of her eyes could be seen even in the darkness. Her breathing was harsh sounding in the gloom of night. She trembled as she tried to calm her racing heart and panting. She imagined she could still hear the scream echoing in her room.
She lay back down and closed her eyes. She wouldn't go to sleep. Not this time. But it didn't matter. The images played on the back of her eyelids like a movie reel. They wouldn't ever leave her. They were forever ingrained in her mind. Chiseled there by the very horror.
She wished she could have stopped him. But she couldn't. The others didn't deserve to die, she did. They died protecting her from the monstrosity he had become. All because of that bitch. She swore revenge before running, and that evil bitch had just smiled and the smile held it all. The triumph, the gloating and the fact that she had lost. She had lost and the one person he couldn't hurt had won. She used to be jealous of her but never hated her.
At least, not until that smile. Then the jealousy had blossomed in her chest, and had stopped her from breathing momentarily.
Grimacing, at the memory she tried to open her eyes. But it didn't matter. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Unwillingly she drifted off to sleep as dawn approached.
She ran along the path and saw Sango and Miroku. Sango had her boomerang out and was prepared to throw it. Miroku was also prepared to fight, holding his staff in a fighting stance. She stopped momentarily, wondering what they could be fighting. As she crept cautiously forward she gasped. He was there. His sword thrown casually to the side. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. He had lost control again. He was just a bloodthirsty demon. He wouldn't recognize anyone of them.
She walked to stand next to Sango. She had her bow ready, but couldn't help but to ask.
"Who did this to him?" She inquired.
Her reply was one word. "Kikyou."
And sure enough behind him was the undead priestess. She was smirking and seemed to be slightly smug. She tried to comprehend what purpose this could serve her. Soon she was distracted as He lunged toward Sango. Sango let loose with her weapon. The air whistled as it sped towards him. He leaped over it and feinted towards Miroku, who prepared to unleash his Kazaana, before heading towards her. She fired an arrow and as it flew it glowed blue. It pierced His bicep and He fell backwards. Sango then flung her boomerang again and then closed to use her katana.
He scrambled to get away. Sango leapt back and Miroku used his Kazaana, closing it before he was sucked in. He growled and everything went bad from there. He leapt towards her claws outstretched to attack. She fell back and crimson blossomed as her side was split open. Sango and Miroku screamed…something…but she couldn't hear them. All she could see was the red fluid flowing from her staining her blouse. And then there was a hollow thump and suddenly she could feel something digging into her back.
She could see him. He was dodging blows from Miroku's staff. Seeing an opening he dashed forward and disemboweled him. Miroku watched as his own innards fell out. He clutched at them to stop them from leaving his body. Sango screamed in rage and threw her boomerang again. He ducked under as it flew past him and lodged in the ground. Sango attacked using her katana again, and managed to hold her own. Until the undead bitch fired an arrow at Sango's feet. She stumbled to avoid it and He attacked. His claws plunged into her chest. He ripped his hand out and licked his hand clean of the blood. He stalked towards her and grinned with sadistic pleasure.
"Please, you don't want to do this. This isn't you. Please…please…" she pleaded as He stood over her. Abruptly, he looked over at his shoulder as Miroku fell over, dead having thrown his staff and impaling His right shoulder. She gasped and managed to gain her feet. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she clutched her side. She turned and ran; ran back to the well that would offer safety. She could seal the well before he could come through. She stumbled as a root caught her ankle. She managed to stay on her feet and continue onwards.
She could hear Him chasing her. She ran on ever faster, zigzagging through the forest. She could see the clearing and the well. She felt a rush of hope. And then she saw the bitch standing in front of the well, aiming an arrow at her. Just as she burst into the clearing she let the arrow fly. As it slammed into her she fell backwards and slammed into the ground knocking the wind out of her. She stared up at the sky trying to suck air into her lungs.
A shadow fell across her and she could see the Smile. She snarled as the hate blossomed in her chest. It gave her the energy she needed to grab Her ankle and tug her to fall to the ground. She scrambled to her feet and as she stood she swore revenge before running to the well just as He burst into the clearing. She tumbled into the well. When she landed she hurriedly scrambled out and sealed it.
She woke up gasping. Rolling out of bed she ran to the wall and slammed her head against the padding.