Until You Will Laugh Again
A fan fiction by Crystalbluefox
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Prologue
A Song for Death
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"One day, you will become what you haunt, Zoro Roronoa." Thin lips pulls up to a bloodied grin "That is your destiny, poor human."
The blade slides through the skin, the flesh breaks and lets the shining metal go even further in between the ribs to stab right through the milt. The body falls like a puppet getting its strings cut off. The blade slides out for then to stab right through its throat as well. It smiles up at him, two canines shining among all the blood pooling up in its mouth, as the cold metal pulls back, almost cutting the head from the body. Two shining red eyes gleams in joy, even goes to look amused at him.
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'I feel like being haunted
Driven up against a wall, getting all ways blocked out.
It makes me sick and crazy, till the end it hurts my head!
And look what 'she's' getting out of you instead!
Why are you driving me so tired?
It isn't even funny anymore, you don't see?
'She's' driving me so mad, I want to scream in agony.
And soon 'she' will come for you as next.'
The volume of the music from the radio is turned so high up, that it can't be described as nothing but loud noise. Not even holding his hands against his ears is enough to block out the painful noise. Even so, it seems so horrible quiet all along, a silence there did not belong to this house.
She is no where to be seen. He calls, tries to deafen the loud jamming in the radio, but the silence swallows his words at once. He calls higher, but the loud music from the radio steals his words. Something is definitely wrong here.
It's not even her taste of music. So why does the music band 'Fist of Fire' then blast through her speakers, and then this loud?
'And what do you do?' yells the singer in the speakers, the voice so shrill it almost burns his ears. Shit!
Suddenly he stops dead in his tracks as he spots her in the kitchen. Light blonde hair is spread out around her like a fading sun, as it tries to give the last of its warms out. She's lying on the floor, but she's not alone…
Blood. Blood is everywhere. On the counters, on the walls, the floor, even the ceiling is sporting a dusted rain of blood, as if someone wanted to make a sick joke with red paint and a watergun – if only it had been that. The music is booming, hiding his sharp intake of breath. Her green eyes stares empty up at him, her mouth open in a long gone scream.
'I want to break something,
fall on my knees and cry, cry till my eyes dry out.
This is what I get after all I did for ya?
This is the freaking thanks that I get from ya?
I've always been you so much faithful
–you even hearing me?
Faithfull to the step where it's killing me!
But now I'm standing here on the empty rooftop
Gives a damn shit about you even calling me.
Prays and promises of a changed future
I could laugh hard,
sorry baby,
It's about time you die,
You deserve nothing less, you poisoned witch!'
Around her sits four people, eating of her flesh, no, they were drinking, toasting on her blood. He doesn't know what it was. If it was the sound of him almost tripping over the bend rug on his way out. Or if it was the scream wanting to erupt from his lips that he barely choked down… or even the silent cling of car keys in his trembling hands… no matter what it was, the sound apparently makes through the roaring blast from the speakers, as ruby red eyes suddenly turns his way. Blood-colored teethes, fang, freaking fangs shows his way. Thin lips pulls slowly up into a dangerous snarl. He backs away as some of them moves to stand up. He should run, turn away and run, and he does.
'Yet I stands here and fears the run
Back from the graves and she's haunting me around!
Back off, witch, I didn't even do it!
You were already dead and took your own jump!
Get off me and lull back to sleep…!
Somebody HELP ME, save me from this freak!
She's' hot on my tail, the disgusting face of fate!'
He couldn't agree more with the singer, as the song dies out in a painful jumble of noises. He almost stumbles down the stairs to get away as fast as possible. He almost falls over a drunkard on his way as he runs, runs as fast as his legs can carry him; his followers hot on his tail.'Oh God, help me. Help me!' His lungs stings too much to scream it out, but he isn't even sure that anyone ever would have heard him.
So they did exist, these creatures of darkness.
The sky is pitch-black, only the moon shines lonely on the dark ceiling above this world.
He has a bad feeling about that he will die this night.
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To be continued
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AN: Hi there everyone! Sorry for the long wait and for abandoning this story for so long without a single word! My education is done and I'm now an officially nurse assistant… with no job. Huh. Government wants to save money, so no job to us, yet. More time to catch up on some loose ends though. Hehe! *smiles* It might take time to update, but I'm here, working on it though.
I hope that this prologue gives more sense now than before. Changed it and rewrote the song as well.
Loves
Crystalbluefox
