Vayne: Hello everyone, and….HAPPY HALLOWEEN. Well, not yet but…..I have so many stories in the works and college and jobs going on I wanted to start this special early to make sure it got done. I recently played a game that I'm sure you know once I tell the name, Saya no Uta. I really enjoyed it, and have decided to make a story based off that for a Halloween special! This should be pretty interesting, so let's see how bad I can make this, huh? ;)

I won't have the classes here, as I don't know for sure who exactly I'll be putting in this. I will put who I have definitely confirmed.

Elsword: Infinity Sword

Aisha: Dimension Witch

Ara: Asura

Raven: Blade Master

Rena: Night Watcher

Eve: Code Nemesis

Enjoy…

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Aisha No Uta

Chapter One: Poison

He heard voices, loud voices. He was being wheeled down a bright hallway, the sharp lighting stabbing his eyes which barely remained open. What happened to him, where was he? He struggled to remember, and soon wished he hadn't. Elsword, the young man's name, had set out on a family vacation with his family. It was going to be a fun trip, him and his sister bickering in the backseat. But as they drove around the corner, a large trailer had suddenly hit a bump just the right way to tip over at high speeds. Unable to swerve, the family car was crashed and pulled along with the trailer as it was stamped into the floor several times. Elsword had evaded instant death, but his family was not so lucky. When the paramedics arrived, it was impossible to tell the parents' bodies apart, almost as if they had been fused together. When the wreck had come to a stop, the trailer had stopped moving and sat on his sister's head, crushing it between the car roof and pavement. Elsword was the only survivor.

"Get him on life support, now!" A woman ordered, as Elsword was limp from his shock of remembering the accident, he was hooked up in an instant. He felt like dying, and tried to will himself to do so. He felt himself slowly losing his grip on the world, the dark sea enveloping his sight. The last thing he heard was something about an experimental neurological surgery. Something about his only hope.

…..

How long has it been?

…

How long since he had finally had a proper coherent thought of his own?

…..

He knew he was back, he could feel it. The surgery must have been a success. But, something felt off. The texture of his bed sheets felt oddly natural, to the best of his knowledge it was the best term he could use.

"How long has he been asleep?" He heard a voice, it sounded familiar.

Rena?

"About a week." An unknown voice replied.

"Will he wake up soon?" Elsword heard his other friend, Raven, speak. If they were both here then Ara must be as well.

"Should he wake up, take it easy on him. If anything happens, call for help immediately." The woman said, and Elsword heard heels as she left the room. It must only be his friends in the room now. It was quiet now.

"I can't believe this happened….." Ara murmured, pain stricken by her friend's shortcoming.

"Ngh….." Elsword finally managed to get some sound from his tight throat, and everyone grew quiet. As he strained to open his eyes, he blinked to see himself staring at something he couldn't even have dreamed of.

"SHRFF^HF. E24SDHD, *f*ERsfgbstj6 rI*$RTHEDHf7dyuyu?" A large, shifting mound of flesh gurgled and spit as it spewed out high pitched squeals and squeaks. He stared in shock at the room, too scared to even do anything of the three moving mounds of monstrous flesh right beside him. The entire room, if it even was that, was composed of grotesque meat. Worms squirmed on the floor. Everything, from the clock, which was what Elsword thought it to be given its circular shape and protrusion from the wall, to the bed he was laying on was made of sticky, slimy, pus covered flesh.

"DJURndrsy33&7 438 hdgd, 3Yesbd* %(*&?" The lone flesh monster to his left spoke, the sound hurting his ears. He tried to keep his calm as its tentacle covered his hand. He needed a weapon, something to use to fight back and run.

"ssUSD%jfk?" The last one seemed confused at his reaction, perhaps it was perplexed as to why he was not quivering in fear. Then, Elsword noticed a square object on the desk next to him. Hoping that his sense of touch would get him to learn what it was, or supposed to be, he reached out for it. Then, something happened.

"Oh, You sAw iT, wE got ThiS for yoU aS a gET wELl PreSENt." The lone monster suddenly spoke, the grating noise of its screeching voice still there but he could hear words now.

"You sAId yOu wErE lOOkIng For this for a whILE." The other said, it sounded male.

"Th….Thanks." Elsword spoke cautiously. He tried to think, he was a medical student in college he should be able to figure out what happened. He got into the accident, his family dead, and he had to endure an experimental surgery to live. It must have been neurological, and the reason why he is seeing the way things are now.

"aRe yOU alRIGht?" The last asked.

"I….I can't see straight." He said. His friends all went to med school as well, they would see this as a typical side effect given what befell him.

"Can you TeLl wHo wE ArE?"

"Argh…Raven?" The monster twitched.

"YeAh."

"So…." He looked at the flesh next to the mound he identified as his friend Raven, "Rena?" The flesh nodded. So, the last mound had to be, "And Ara."

"I'M gLad yOU sTiLl rEcogNIze us." The blob of meat proclaimed to be Ara spoke. The voices, they were shredding Elsword's ears and he resisted the urge to attack. He knew he had to keep calm, the moment he let it surface as to what he truly saw he would no doubt be locked in a mental ward. Recognize, the term meant nothing to him now. Elsword couldn't identify a dog if it came up to him and told him straight up it was a dog. He had to rely on impulse and instinct to identify his new world. A slight sound was heard as the door opened.

"ParDoN mE bUt VIsiToR hOUrs arE over." A shrill voice arrived, most likely a nurse. Elsword's friends, or what he remembered them to be, all got up, if they had even been sitting in the first place.

"SeE You SOOn." Ara said, or at least he thought it was Ara. The three had shifted around and now he forgot which one was which but it was not Raven as it clearly sounded somewhat female. Elsword didn't want to hear anything else, and just waved.

…..

The torture.

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The smell, the sounds, the taste.

…..

He couldn't take it anymore. For almost two weeks now he had tried in vain to wake up to a normal world. During his stay he met his doctor, Eve. He sought help, admitting to her that he had been hallucinating. He kept his details very simple, not to the point that the entire world had turned into meat but only particular things at particular times. He had some degree of safety being a medical student, and Eve knew he could tell the difference and clearly knew how to handle it since he told her he first saw the entire room, upon awakening, as flesh.

"I think it should be a temporary side effect of the surgery. Hopefully it will decrease in time." She had said. Despite his lies, what Eve had said proved opposite. Everything was getting worse. The sheets on his bed became so slimy, worm ridden, even eyes began to appear on them. He slept without a sheet, throwing it against the wall should he wake up to see a nurse had put one on him. He couldn't tell time, the clock came across a massive wart on the wall, one afternoon after managing to eat his food the clock exploded, sending disgusting white pus over the room. His food soon made its way from his bowels to the floor after that, but he couldn't tell the difference between his 'food' and the room anyway. It was late at night, and Elsword couldn't sleep. A bird was outside the window, the horrifying mash of flesh screaming from the safety of its tree. He closed his eyes.

"Please…..let me die…." He mumbled to himself. He heard the door open and close, very fast but very silently. Someone had come inside. He didn't want to open his eyes, but he didn't want the nurse to throw a blanket on him either. He opened his eyes, and a light blessed his tormented eyes.

"Hello." A girl, and not of flesh and pus and randomly placed eyes, but a young girl of normal sight. Her white skin seemed fair, and she bore vibrant purple hair tied into two tails. She was the most beautiful thing he had seen since he woke up.

"Who…are you?" He asked, and the young girl seemed confused.

"You're not scared of me?" She asked.

"No, you're the most stunning thing I've seen for so long." Elsword said.

"That's odd, all the other crazy people scream and call for the nurses when they see me." She giggled, the melodious, clear chiming sound like a gentle caress of his ears.

"Do you live here?" He found himself asking.

"Yeah, for a few years now." She said, "I know all the good hiding places, and I can always get food if I get hungry when people aren't looking."

"What's your name?" The girl blinked, her plain, simple white dress contrasting the flesh of his walls.

"Aisha."

"Aisha….can I ask for a favor?" He asked.

"Hmm?" Aisha was quite perplexed from Elsword's peculiar reactions.

"Can I….hold your hand?" Elsword had to feel her, to know she was real. Aisha blinked, and smiled.

"Okay." She gracefully extended her hand, and Elsword was hesitant to hold it. Did he want to risk realizing that this is all just a dream? That this beautiful girl wasn't even here? After a pause, Elsword reluctantly but eagerly moved his hand towards hers. He blinked in shock as he felt her soft, warm skin. She grinned, as if his denial was amusing, "You're interesting."

"Am I?"

"You're the first person besides dad to treat me with anything but kindness, or at least so far."

"You father?"

"Mhm." Aisha nodded, sitting down on the bed, "Papa took care for me for a long time, but then he vanished. I came here to this hospital to wait for him; I knew he worked here. But I never found him."

"I can help you look for him." Aisha blinked.

"Really?" Aisha was dumbstruck, this man barely knew her and he offered to help her.

"You're the only normal person I've seen in weeks. Everything else is…"

"Is what?"

"I can't see anything correctly. To me, everything but you is made of nothing but rotting meat and eyes." Aisha surprisingly wasn't intimidated by this.

"That's weird." Was all she said.