Inspiration: Alfred Hitchcock films.
Author Note: Another one just hit me guys, I think this will be a duzy.
Aniraco Requiem
Prologue: The Present
"It was never my intention to get you involved," the man was saying to me in a gruff, huffing voice, "just give me the ocarina."
He sounded like he ran all the way here. He was trying to keep his voice calm, but I could see that feral wild look in his eyes and it scared me. The man I once knew and trusted was gone. I took a step back and didn't unhinge what I had in my fist. I looked through the window nearby to see if anyone was coming, but I saw nothing in the distance. I was alone with a mad man.
"You stay away from me," I warned, then held up the knife I had in my other hand, "you're not going to get away with all that you've done! Do you know how many lives you've ruined?"
He held up his hands in a mock surrender.
"Who says I want to?" he tried to reason. "And if I were you I would be scared too, but as it stands now, I need that ocarina Malon. You don't understand everything that's going on!"
There was a bit of yearning in his tone, but nothing that constituted me giving up what he so desperately wanted.
"I understand enough!" I replied. "I'm not giving you anything until Link gets here, you need help! You're killing people!"
When he saw that I wasn't going to budge and it only angered him more.
"Give it to me!" he screamed, losing his senses for a moment. "I tried to reason with you but I see you want to be foolish too! I'm the only one who knows how to use it! Link won't help you, he won't help anyone!"
I gripped at the instrument tighter, knowing I had to keep him away from it. However, I knew I was dealing with a brilliant psychopath. I had to remember what Link told me about him. Dark then lunged at me and wrestled me to the floor. I screamed, and he easily knocked the knife out of my hand and kicked it across the room. His hands were now around my neck, when fear gripped me as I stared into his widened red eyes.
"You should have listened," he growled, choking me tighter.
The ocarina I was trying to protect loosened from my grip and was no longer my primary concern. I tried to pry his hands away, but found that I was so much weaker than him. Everything was turning hazy as my oxygen was leaving me. I was terrified with what was to come next.
He's going to kill me, I thought, he's going to kill me.
This story will continue after I finish the reedit of How Zelda Got Her Groove Back.