((A/N: Another dark fic! X3 lol, instead of a horror/murder fic, this would more lie under a supernatural genre… I wanted to put a new twist on an old idea, I'm having lotsa fun writing it too XD
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Muse-chan out!))
Darkness
Oath of The Damned
Darkness.
That's the first thing that came to him and he knew he was dying.
A thought.
He knew he shouldn't be able to think at this point, but he needed to live. Why? He didn't know anymore.
But he wouldn't die.
He was numb, couldn't feel or move in the slightest.
Death can't take me yet…
Who?
I refuse all loyalties, I despair all idiocy.
Who was speaking?
I will not die here.
What were they saying…? It vaguely haunted his senses…
Shinigami, I laugh at your 'noble' goal…
Something wasn't right… a shiver ran down his spine.
…and enclose my own.
He felt… he could feel! He felt exhilarated, adrenaline pumping and a wild, almost savage feeling filled him.
You cannot take me yet!
And he was alive once more.
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Shimmering maroon eyes, a deep and haunting color, examined the area. A smirk slowly grew on his pale features.
It was a beautiful evening; a stunning half moon lit the already bright city, three in the morning he found always seemed to bring out the best in the moon, stars sparkled brilliantly while the sounds below echoed everything that would calm a normal person. Cars, people, lights, electronics… all seemed to make the place what it was…
Konohakagure.
He wasn't one to find disgust in the pitiful things humans indulged themselves in; the fast food place only three blocks away from his current location for example didn't deserve his wrath. It was just something the humans had created for their indulgence.
He knew those who would look at this scenery with horror etched across their features, followed shortly by a rage that could be stopped by no one.
He couldn't care less.
Nature had never particularly mattered to him and he had no deep vendettas against humans. It didn't matter what the pathetic little people did…
…as long as they are still there for dinner.
A feral grin grew on his face and he searched for a new target.
It was a game to him.
He would find someone who looked mildly interesting and destroy all they hold dear, send them into an obsession for vengeance or for escape.
And the game of cat and mouse would continue for quite some time. He would terrify them; make them think they had a chance at survival if they just kept going, if they just didn't stop running…
…but all grow tired of running eventually. It was when they tried to hide that he would end the game. No point in chasing a rat that's lost it's will to escape.
He enjoyed it all the more when they tasted bitter with defeat.
He could play with their lives… destroy them, everything they were, and everything they could have been…
A breath escaped.
The moment of horror ceased, petrified silence was replaced by screams of terror.
He couldn't do anything. His body refused to move.
How he finally managed to run for his life, he wasn't sure.
Cackling imbedded in his subconscious, he could hear the chiding voice of the one he trusted most, the one he would have bet his life on.
"Run, otouto… I'll have fun chasing…"
Fun? His pain was fun?
"A-aniki…" his choked words cut off, unable to even ask 'why'? Why was he doing this? Why did he do this?
He was on the street now, running and sobbing while knowing that Aniki had longer legs, knowing that he could run faster, knowing that he was simply being toyed with.
People tried to stop him, yelled it was dangerous, that didn't stop him from running into a busy street…
Clutching his head, he shook the memories from his mind. The all too familiar thoughts that would come.
That was the day he spoke the oath.
The one that made him who he was today.
He chuckled darkly, Shinigami's… yeah right… they couldn't touch him, and they never would be able to.
No one caught his interest down on the street, they all milled uselessly and pointlessly.
Nothing to do but wait… where was he supposed to find 'interesting' people? He sighed and shook his head before heading to a more suburban neighborhood; the noise was getting to him.
That was the pleasant part about those areas, during the night they were usually silent, all too scared of 'disturbing the peace' to make a noise loud enough for the house next door to hear.
As he expected, it was quiet. But unlike the usual silence hinted with life…
He arched a brow; the neighborhood seemed almost scared, if it were possible for something as abstract as a neighborhood to feel fear.
He didn't think it had anything to do with his presence, oh no, not with the dark aura that surrounded around one of the houses…
He sat on the roof of the said house in contemplation, perhaps it was a haunted house? Many times a house would become sealed spiritually, giving no way out for any ghost or creature that may enter. This often gave the impression of a 'haunting'.
He heard the door open below, peering down he spotted her for the first time.
Walking slowly the girl didn't once trip over the many things in her path, the way out of the yard was a zig-zagging path that would confuse even someone who had been there countless times…
…this could only mean that the girl lived there.
She was maybe ten at most, odd for such a young girl to come out so late at night… or more correctly, such early morning. When the girl finally exited through the front gate he found himself following her as she walked, pointlessly through the neighborhood. Around the local school, past countless houses, through several alleyways…
Did she usually take nightly walks like this one? She was young and… not much of an eye-sore; it was a surprise she hadn't been kidnapped by now.
Should she be his next target? She was certainly… interesting.
A haunted house, obvious nightly walks… slightly abnormal, but not unheard of. What truly caught his eye was her expression.
With brilliant pupil-less violet eyes, she stared with no fear, anger, happiness or sadness into the unknown darkness. Nothing showed in her expression.
…but sometimes it felt as if she could see him.
It was odd but true, every corner she took, every time she stopped, she would stare listlessly at something, a shadow or some bushes. It could have been coincidence, but even when she wasn't staring at where he hid, she stared at where others hid. Other creatures, some simply enjoying thee night, others looking for prey like he.
She knew they were there.
But still, no fear showed in her eyes.
Was she sleep walking? Did she not truly see them? What made her so impervious to the true horror surrounding her?
As she walked his mind flittered back to the house with the dark aura, was it a haunted house? Was she simply used to the shadows haunting her steps?
She turned abruptly and began making her way home, the overly dead neighborhood saying nothing in her wake. When she finally reached her front door again after meandering past the items scattered across the yard she stared up at his position, flickering her gaze to a few others that were hidden.
A soft smile graced her lips, "Good night."
She would be his prey.
He would make fear shine in her lavender eyes.
"Shinigami, I laugh at your 'noble' goal."
"…and I pity you, mortal, you have defied death, defied me. I shall pity you for eternity. Your pointless love of life will be the end of everything."
((Ending Notes: …you know, it's kind of odd that my favorite genres to write are horror and comedy… kinda polar opposites!! X3 but I love writing both, the grotesque gore, fear and suspense of horror… the mindless comedy, crack and randomness of humor… XD XD XD
I dislike writing drama and romance… -.- I'm not very good at either and they bug me a bit… which is exactly why I have to practice writing 'em! I can't have a gaping hole in what I'm able to write!!
Muse-chan heading to church!))