(Note: Yes, I re-uploaded this chapter because I messed up on the other one.)
Mwuhahaha. Another story for you. Be happy. It's 6 pages long. I don't know where the idea came from; it was just there, so here's your story.
Based loosely off of the idea of the book Clockwork, by Phillip Pullman. (Good book, you should read it.)
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN INUYASHA!! IF I DID, KIKYO WOULD ROT IN HELL FOR ETERNITY, SANGO AND MIROKU AND KAGOME AND INUYASHA WOULD BE TOGETHER ALREADY AND HAVE 83 KIDS, AND JAKEN WOULD GET STEPPED ON A LOT MORE. PLUS, I WOULDN'T BE WRITING FANFICTION IF I OWNED THE SERIES, NOW WOULD I? GENIUS!
OTHER DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE IDEA OF CLOCKWORK (later in the story) THE BOOK CLOCKWORK IS WRITTEN BY PHILLIP PULLMAN. I DO NOT OWN THE IDEA. (damn...)
IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTES AT THE BOTTOM FOR DETAILS!
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White. There was just white. The walls were made out of a squishy, fluffy, white material, as were the ceiling and floor; the door was painted white; even the windows had white sheets covering them, making the sunlight filtering through seem scarce and dim.
This was all that the woman saw. Just white. The straitjacket they had placed on her was white as well.
'Jeez,' she thought idly, 'Do they think that if I don't see any other colors, that I might suddenly not be attacked by giant raging herds of mutant, demon, ninja fish or something? Idiots. Putting white everywhere isn't going to keep them away, you fools!'
Suddenly, the door opened just a crack and a small beam of light shone brightly on the white, padded floor.
"Sweetie, it's time for your medicine now," came a voice, trying to be sweet but laced with exhaustion nonetheless.
A small, hunched over figure came into view; blocking the light and making the room seem dark and dingy once more.
She smiled kindly at the woman that sat on the floor, pushing a cart piled high with needles and medicine into the room.
The figure on the ground glanced up at the nurse, and then screamed in terror.
"You've turned into one of them!" She cried, racing to the back of the white, padded room and cowering in fear in one of the corners.
The nurse sighed. This happened every time she came in to give this patient her medication.
"Now, now, honey, just relax," she said gently. "I'm not going to hurt you, remember? I just need to give you your treatment."
"NO!" the patient screeched in horror. "You're not here to give me medicine! You're here to kidnap me and take me to your master so he can devour my soul! Don't think I'm not on to your "little scheme"! YOU CAN'T FOOL ME!!! I WON'T GO!"
The nurse sighed again. This was getting frustrating.
"No, I'm not one of them, I'm just here to give you your medication, remember? I'm Nurse Kaede, and you're in a place to help you get better, because you're sick."
"I'M NOT SICK! YOU JUST WANT ME TO THINK THAT!"
Kaede looked at the cowering woman once more before grabbing the walkie-talkie that hung at her belt and bringing it up to her mouth.
"Guards!" She called. "Room 319, sector B-12, patient 1758 is acting up again. Bring the usual."
She didn't have to wait long.
Soon enough, two big, burly men in matching police type looking uniforms arrived, both carrying huge duffle bags, seemingly stuffed to the max.
"We've got the stuff." One of them told Kaede, speaking in low, quiet tones so as to not let the woman near the back of the room hear the conversation.
"Good. Now be careful when you go in there, she seems to be a little more frightened than normal."
"Got it." The other one said, walking into the room assertively, leaving the first to follow behind, dragging the bags with him.
"Okay," commanded the first guard softly. "On the count of three. One…two…THREE!"
They both leapt onto the startled patient.
"AHHH!" she screamed as they jumped on her, one pinning her to the ground; the other, after making sure she was firmly down, scurrying back to the cart to get the medication.
She struggled underneath the weight, squirming and writhing, trying desperately to break free.
When she figured out that her attempts were futile, she whipped her head around to glare at Kaede.
"You set this up, didn't you?" she accused harshly.
"I'm sorry, but it was time for your treatment and you weren't cooperating, so I had to go to extreme measures."
The patient just glared at her, her gaze sending shivers up and down Kaede's spine.
A sound to her left alerted Kaede that the other guard was back from retrieving the medicine.
The guard that had pinned the woman down took the patient's arms and snapped them at her sides, making sure that they stayed safely secured with his hands.
He then unhooked the straitjacket and, still holding her arms firmly to her sides, took it off and placed it near his feet.
(A/n: Jeez, makes it seem like he's raping her or something. What kind of mental hospital is this?!)
Kaede gasped at the woman's arms.
There were cuts running down the entire length of the limb, some going all the way down to the tips of her fingers. Most of the cuts were still bleeding freely; Kaede could tell by the fact that there were growing red stains covering most of her sleeves.
The nurse walked over to the guard holding the needle and asked quietly, "When was the last time you gave her the treatment?"
He stared at her strangely, and then said, "This morning ma'am, the same as we always do."
Kaede looked shocked, but the shock soon turned to anger.
"What?! How long has this been going on?!" she demanded fiercely.
"Since about two weeks after she arrived." The guard stated.
"But…but…but…how was I not told about this?! And besides, even the most dangerous ones only get it 3 times a week! She's getting it 2 times a day! What was she doing?"
The guard looked uncomfortable.
"Well, ma'am, I don't know why you weren't told about this. All I know is that Naraku told us to give the treatment twice a day. Because apparently, she was being, well, you know," his voice lowered a notch, "normal."
"What do you mean normal?" Kaede questioned.
"Well, she wasn't going crazy, screaming about how mutant, demon, ninja fish were after her, or that we were going to take her to our master and he was going to devour her soul, or that the apocalypse was coming in the shape of a shoe lace, or anything! She was perfectly normal. She had ordinary conversations with the staff, and she even told us all about her life before she got "sick". To tell you the truth, it was kind of creepy."
Kaede pondered this information while the guard bowed low and said politely, "I'm sorry ma'am, but I must be getting back to the patient now. If Naraku finds out I didn't give her the medication," he shuddered, "Ugh. I don't even want to think about it. Excuse me."
He then walked stiffly back over to the woman on the ground with the needle.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the needle.
She struggled even more violently, kicking and screaming.
"LET ME GO!" she shouted as she wriggled underneath the guard, continuing to thrash about until he loosened his grip and she kicked him off her, sending him flying a good distance away.
The other dropped the needle and jumped onto her, covering her mouth with his hand.
Not a good idea.
She bit down forcefully, making the guard scream in agony and clutch his bleeding hand, whimpering every now and then as he cradled it.
With that, the woman hurried over and went digging through the duffle bags the guards had brought, muttering every now and then to herself as she discarded objects over her shoulder.
Kaede was too shocked to do anything. Those were her best guards! Naraku always put the best guards out at night, because that was when most of the patients acted up.
Guess the best wasn't good enough, huh?
Kaede winced.
Naraku…yeah, he's going to be fun to deal with tomorrow.
Unless Kaede stopped her!
Apparently though, while Kaede had been musing, the patient had stopped scavenging through the bags and had sauntered over to the nurse.
"Yo, Kaede, sorry to leave ya hangin', but I've got to go. Thanks for all of your help, but I have unfinished business to take care of."
Her eyes narrowed menacingly.
"Very unfinished business. Well, later!" And with that, she just walked out the door and left the nurse standing there with a dazed expression on her face, her eyes the size of very large dinner plates.
"It has now been one week since Higurashi, Kagome escaped from Onigumo Insane Asylum. Her whereabouts are unknown. Her nurse, Kaede, was fired a few hours after the incident, for confidential reasons. Ms. Higurashi, tall with long black hair with red highlights, was last seen wearing a long black trench coat and large white scientist goggles, and is very dangerous, a class 7 patient. If you have any information, contact Naraku Onigumo at 968-7825."
The television blared quietly in the corner of the small, dingy hospital room, but Inuyasha paid no attention. He was too busy holding his girlfriend's hand, stroking it lightly with his thumb.
Well, she had been his girlfriend anyway. Now she was dead. But there was something strange about her face.
Inuyasha knew she was dead. He had been standing right here, holding her hand (similar to how he was now) as her last breath whooshed out of her in a long, quiet sigh. His sensitive nose could clearly catch the scent of death clinging to her, and his keen hanyou eyes watched with horror as the mini grim reaper demons came to snatch her soul away. Kikyo wasn't coming back. So why was she still moving?
Her eyelids were fluttering, her fingers were twitching in his, and her mouth was moving as though she was speaking, though no sound was coming out, of course.
Inuyasha was bewildered.
'What? But she's DEAD! Dead people don't move!'
So, he grabbed the arm of one of the passing nurses and ordered, "Get the doctor."
The nurse looked sympathetically at him for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing more-"
He cut her off.
"Look at her!" He snapped.
After the nurse turned to stare at Kikyo, she turned deathly pale.
"Get. The. Doctor." Inuyasha growled.
She gave a small yelp of fright and ran away, screaming at the top of her lungs for the doctor.
When Doctor Kominaiya walked into the room, he whirled around and glared at Inuyasha.
"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Takahashi?! You and I both know Kikyo is dead! We can't do anything-" Inuyasha cut the rambling doctor off by taking his head and turning his face towards the still twitching Kikyo.
Dr. Kominaiya immediately shut his mouth.
"I thought she was dead." The half-demon said gruffly.
"She is," Doctor Kominaiya commented thoughtfully.
"Then why is she still moving?" the still pale nurse asked, popping up from behind the doctor's broad shoulder to look at Kikyo is fright.
"I don't know!" yelled Inuyasha in frustration. "The doctor told me she was dead! And she's my girlfriend, well, was anyway, so I think I should have the right to know why she's dead and still moving!"
The half-demon panted, worn out from his outburst, but still fixed the doctor and the nurse with an angry look.
A little freaked out, Dr. Kominaiya waved his hands in front of his chest, as though to protect himself.
"Now, now, Inuyasha, there's no need to get angry."
He spun around on his heel.
"Nurse!" the doctor barked.
"Yes-s-s S-s-s-sir?" she stuttered fearfully.
"Get the operating room ready," he demanded.
"We have a dead girlfriend to dissect."
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IMPORATNT! READ! I'm so sorry you guys, well, this should have been up sooner, but I didn't have internet, so yeah. No excuse there. I'm so sorry! Well, actually, blame my dad, 'cuz he took away my internet so I would, (stops talking) No, I dunno why he took it away. Oh well. I'm back now, so that's alllllllllllll that matters. Right?
I think that's it. Happy Holidays:)
P.s. I'm still looking for three reviews!
P.P.S. (Look on profile for more info.) I got the new Justin Timberlake CD! I'm so happy! YAY! It was so creepy though. My mom has the hots for him. It's very disturbing…