Blood. It was everywhere that she looked. She could only see the red of their insides, pouring out all around her.
As she looked up, in dread and fear of what she had seen, the killer was standing there before her, fists covered in the haunting liquid that she would be tortured by forever. She looked down, not able to make a sound, as her tears streamed down, mixing with the blood to make it more liquidy and transparent. She closed her eyes tightly, not truly registering what was about to come to her.
Why was this even happening? Why was he doing this? Was it never enough- all that they had done for him? Was there never enough bloodshed for his tastes?
The man grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her up, making her look him in the eyes. She couldn't see the color, or the irises of his black eyes, but she didn't want to. She wanted to see them look the same as the bodies on the ground. White, and lifeless.
She wanted him dead. She wanted him to pay. He had killed them, and she wanted to do the same to him.
But she would never get the chance, as he then dragged her to the stone cold wall, and held her hands, locking them into the chains that had held the previous bodies. He locked her hands in, and pulled out the bloody dagger, and started to repeat his previous actions. Torturing her slower though, to make her last longer in the pain. As she screamed out in the pain, no one heard her.
He yelled at her to shut up, or he would make it last longer. She couldn't in the screams that pierced through her however, and he did just as he said he would. He dragged the tip of the dagger up and down her skin, pressing only hard enough to cut her, but not enough for it to get past her first layer of skin. The blood drained out of her, from every cut he created.
Her blood was darker than that which was already on the ground, that had bled through the others. It felt hotter, as he dripped down her body. He ripped off her tattered clothes, and started to 'draw' on her stomach. He pressed harder though, to make sure it would show for longer, making her scream louder than before, if that was even possible for her small voice.
She didn't know what he had carved into her, but she knew that he was purposefully drawing on her stomach, trying to make an exact image of what he wanted. On the previous 2, he had done just the same. On the first, he had drawn a broken heart, that bled from the snap of it; the drawing, and the real thing. The second one, he had drawn swirls all over her arms and legs, before doing one large swirl on her gut.
Suddenly, she picked out an image, from how his blade moved on her. It had a square, a tilted square, and… what felt to be a diamond? Once he finished with his drawing, she had expected him to kill her. That was how he had done it. He tortured, he drew, and then he killed. But it confused, and saddened her when he let her out of the chains, leaving her alive.
She didn't want that. She wanted to die. At first, she had wanted to kill him, but now, she just wanted to be dead herself. She didn't want to live this way anymore.
He grabbed her ripped clothes, and threw them to her, yelling at her to get dressed. He would keep her alive, because he needed her to work. He wouldn't kill her, so that he could sell her off as a prostitute, and make a profit off of her for the future. He made it seem like it was humoress when he said that he would kill her later on when he got his hands on an older women to use.
Cause that's just what she was. A tool. She didn't have a life. She wasn't alive to him. He would use her, and designer her in his own way, and then throw her out when he found the newest thing that he could afford.
He dragged her into the house, and pulled out his signature tool, using it as the whip it was, yelling for her to start cleaning up the mess.
If she hadn't already been feeling dead, then this would have killed her. Dragging the 2 bodies into the forest behind the building, and then mopping up all of the blood left from them. When she had been merely minutes into the cleaning, he came back and whipped her again, saying that she was taking too long, and that she needed to hurry, before someone came and saw the mess.
He complained about her being too tiny and slow for his taste, and how he would have to find a replacement soon. He spoke of her like she was to be treated worse than slaves. She shouldn't be dealing with this kind of thing. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
As she cleaned up, she silently cried as he hit her with the whip. Each time it striked, it hurt worse than the last. It would never stop.
Kirame felt her eyes shoot open in shock. She was sweating and panting, as she laid tangled up in the sheets of her bed. Standing near the bed, hovering over her shaking body, Judar looked down to her in worry. She froze upon seeing the look on his face, for she had seen it many times before.
It was the one she received each time she had that same nightmare.
Kirame felt her eyes water as she managed to sit up, meeting him halfway for a large hug. Se sobbed silently into his shoulder, het tears staining into his turban, not that he ever minded. He picked her up, and put her onto his lap, as he took a seat on the bed. He hugged her close to him, as he rocked her slightly in his arms.
He would have to come and do this at least once or twice a month, the most being four times. She would always remember having the same nightmare, ever since he had brought her here. But that didn't make it his fault. He was the one who had stopped those nightmares from being her reality, and worse.
He had saved her before it could happen, and he had brought her home with him, knowing they would both need it.
He moved her head gently in his hand, to better look her in the eyes,"Your bed, or mine?"
She tried to speak, but she choked on her tears, and had to tap her hand against his heart twice, signalling she wanted to lay in his bed. He nodded, and picked her up like a baby; his baby. He walked out of the large room, and across the hall, into his own, where he laid her down gently into his blankets. He got into the bed beside her, and covered her in the sheets and comforter, before he hugged her close to him, and rubbed slow circles against her back.
He knew, from much experience, how to keep her calm in these situations. One would think he found it tiring, but frankly, Judar wouldn't of cared if he woke up by her shouts every single night. Just as long as he was there to soothe her, and make her feel better.
Kirame snuggled deep into Judars embrace, shaking off the fears she had felt, and the sadness that had built up in her. Judar pulled out his wand, and summoned some of his light Rukh to his wand, where they acted as a small nightlight for Kirame. She looked up at the shine, and smiled slightly at the sight of the Rukh. She always loved to see them when Judar used his magic. She had onced compared theirs, and found that his were more calm, and bigger than hers, which were lively, and slightly smaller.
She couldn't remember when she started to see the Rukh on her own, but she never questioned it. It made her feel closer to Judar, who was like her father. He even allowed her to call him papa, as long as he could call her his daughter. It felt right to her, because when it came to a father, he was all she ever wanted. He was the only one whom ever actually acted as such.
When her eyes opened up again, she knew it was morning right away. Whether it was from the absence of her father, or the stray light ray hitting her eye through the closed curtain, she didn't know. She sat up and looked around the room. She was the only one in there, so that must mean that Judar was already off for work.
She got up from the bed and walked towards the door, and headed downstairs to eat.
Kirame walked into the kitchen area, and looked around for any ideas of what to make. There wasn't much in the kitchen, seeing as the 2 of them were rarely there most of the time, so they never cared to fill up the pantry.
They lived in the small Samaritan town of Sychar, in between the Ebal and Gerizim mountains. While they also had a home in the Kou Empires castle, they had a permanent residence in Sychar.
It was a village with a small population, but it was still big in excitement. There was a festival held every month, where Judar would actually fight a giant monster as the head of the party to get them started off. The town also is peaceful, being in good terms with all other countries, especially Sindria and Kou, so there was never any need to worry on a war or attacks.
The people here were always friendly, and they all worked together like a family. When kirame was a bit younger, and Judar couldn't take her with him yet due to her size and age, the entire town happily looked after her, all the time.
Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door, and Kirame walked to go answer it. When she opened the door, she was happy to find the villages leader, Chadli, along with Munira, a nice village lady that always accompanied him. Munira was carrying a basket of peaches, berries, and breads. She smiled as she waved politely to Kirame.
"Ohayo, Kirame-Chan. Your father left pretty early today. Apparently there was an emergency in Kou. He said to tell you he would be back sometime after noon, but in the meantime, he wants you to do your chores."
Kirame nodded happily, as she took the basket Munira handed to her. Kirame smiled happily at iits contents,"Thank you so much! I was actually having a problem over what I should have for breakfast." she looked up to them,"Munira-san, is it alright if I join you down to the well later?"
"Of course dear."
Chadli nodded,"Also, there was something else Judar wanted you to know. He said that later today, you might be leaving for a trip, so you should start packing up some things."
This surprised Kirame. Whenever her and Judar travelled, it was always back and forth between Sychar and Kou. She hadn't ever been to anywhere else before. No doubt they would be going to Kou first, seeing as he was currently there for some sort of emergency that is involved, but still. She's never even been to another village, town, city, or otherwise.
Kirame said her goodbyes, before going into the dining room to eat. After that, she went back upstairs to change into her chores clothes. She wore a plain dress that went to the floor, an apron, and her black turban, to hold up her hair.
She grabbed a large vase for water, and a bag for shopping. She went off into town, meeting with Munira at a well, The Well of Jacob. Munira was pulling up the large bucket by it's rope, when Kirame came over. "Munira-San, did papa say how long we may be gone?"
Munira shook her head,"No, but I suspect it will be a while until we see eachother again. By what I picked up, you won't be returning for weeks."
Kirame looked to her sadly,"What? But, but- the festival is in a week!"
Munira laughed,"You've been to so many, and you can always show up to the ones in the future!"
"But, what about papa? And the monster?"
Munira smiled as she pulled the bucket out fully. She poured the water from the bucket into Kirames vase,"I'm sure your father has a plan for that. Don't worry. Now, off you go! You need to do your shopping before you go home for chores."
Kirame smiled and waved,"Bye!"
"Remember how to carry the vase, alright?"
Kirame laughed and placed the vase on top of her head, before walking off to the market, one hand still up to hold the big jug in place. When she arrived in the small market area, there wasn't a lot of people, but just enough to mosy her way around without getting bumped into. She walked over to a stand that was selling different types of fish. Kirame plugged her nose as she walked over. The man at the stand laughed as she approached him.
"Kirame! And what does the world's biggest seafood hater want?"
Kirame smiled at him,"I promised to make papa one of his favorite dishes, but as it turns out- half of those have fish in them…"
The fisherman laughed,"Of course, the number one food you hate most of all! So let me guess- you want the one with the most bearable scent?"
She nodded,"Please."
The mann looked at the salmon displayed in front of them, before going to a large basket beside him, and pulling out a large salmon. "All the ones we have today were caught by some of our tourists, who seemed pretty keen in getting the rarer ones, and those are the ones with the strongest smell. The most laid back we have today is salmon. That alright?"
She nodded happily,"That would be great! I can sear it, and drizzle on some garlic cream sauce."
The man nodded as he wrapped up the fish for her,"While your at it, you should get some creamy dill as well. Add those 2 sauces with the salmon, and your father will have reached heaven."
She thanked the man and payed him the money, before placing the wrapped salmon into her bag, and running off to the stand that sold sauces, condiments, and seasonings. She bought what they had discussed, before going back home. Once inside of the house, she set the water jug and the food into the kitchen, before going off to do her chores.
The house was always sparkling clean, because despite Judars complaints of everything being clean, Kirame absolutely loved doing her chores. It was a time waster, and she was able to make sure everything was perfect, for almost absolutely no reason at all. She dusted down every crevice, and shined everything made of glass, porcelain, marble, and so on. She waxed the floors, and clean all the laundry she could find.
When she entered Judars room, she froze. How had she not noticed any of this that morning?!
There were papers thrown all over the ground, clothes drawn out from inside of his closet, and the chair to his desk was quite literally- in pieces.
She growled lowly and started to clean it all up.
When Judar finally arrived home, it was about 2 hours past noon. It just so happened, that was around how long it took Kirame to finish making the Salmon lunch. Judar ran into the dining room with an excited look.
"Kirame!" he stopped short and blinked a few times in surprise at the sight of her,"Umm, what's- goin on?"
Kirame sat at the table, with her clothes completely covered in flour, seasonings, and what seemed to be oils. She looked up to him and smiled nervously,"Don't worry about it… Anyway, welcome home! I made seared Salmon with garlic and dill cream sauce."
Judar took a seat and started to eat, loving every bite of it, and not caring to hide that fact. When he was half way through it, he finally remembered what he had planned to tell her. He smiled down to the small girl,"Oh, right! Kirame, did Munira-San tell you about the trip?"
Kirame nodded, with a small pout,"Umm, yeah… Papa, where is it you're planning to take me? Or are we just taking a long visit to Kou?"
Judar nodded,"We're going to Kou at first, but only to catch the boat. They want us to show up with the others. Kougyoku, Kouha, and Hakuryuu are coming with us."
Kirame smiled happily and jumped up from her seat,"Really?!" She hadn't seen any of them for a while. Kouha had always been out to other countries on business, Kougyoku had been in Sindria, and Hakuryuu had been travelling with his friend Alibaba. She had only met Alibaba once, and it was a short notice trip. Speaking of which-
"Papa, where is it that we're going though?"
Judar smirked,"Pack your things, Kira-Chan. We're going to the kingdom of Sindria!"
Okay, so, let's get a few facts straight here, for those of you whom feel a little lost.
When Kirame was younger, that dream she had had been real. Judar had rescued her however before it could become too terrible. He took her in, and is now raising her. He is not her real father, but he allows her to call him such, because he wants for her to look at him like that, and she is like a daughter to him.
They live in the village Sychar, Samaria. I imagine that Judar had already been living there as a permanent residence, and that he only once in a while stays in Kou. Sychar is in the bible actually. It has Jacobs Well, where Jesus talked to the Samaritan Woman. I am actually religious, so I have a few things in this story about biblical things.
Judar calls Kirame Kira for short, knowing what it means. In Latin, it means Light, but in Japanese it means Killer. He gives her this nickname with deep meaning behind both meanings, which I will get into in later times.
Hmm, I wonder what Kirame is? A magician? A traveller? A metal vessel user? A normal human? You'll just have to wait and see! Don't worry though, you'll be finding out in the next chapter.
Kirame has only ever been to Kou, and Sychar. There is also her birth town, but I won't count that, because she hated it there, and would rather not remember that place.
I will dedicate a later chapter onto her past, with her family, and what had happened.
Thanks! I've actually wanted to write this story for a while, and already have everything planned out, and have typed up most of it. I'll update as soon as I can!