Hurt
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Fatal Frame 3
I
hurt myself today
To
see if I still feel
I
focus on the pain
The
only thing that's real
Hisame
walked at a steady pace through the twisting
hallways
of the Kuze Manor, her narrow eyes focused
and
determined under her perfectly cut bangs.
The
straight strands of black hair that fell past her
waist
swished silently behind her as she moved,
giving
her a more mystical, woman-like appearance
than
a girl of only nine years should have.
The
servants of the household bowed and greeted her
as
she passed. She nodded out of politeness and custom,
but
avoided eye contact and did not stop to talk to anyone,
as
she was in a hurry and had no time for idle chitchat.
Besides,
she had no real desire to talk to anyone unless
she
had too and even wanted to avoid the Mistress today.
All
she wanted to do was get to her destination before-
"Oh,
excuse me!" Hisame had turned the corner and
nearly
collided with Shigure-her sister and fellow
handmaiden
to the priestess. She was a clumsy,
emotional
girl, but at least she followed her order's
without
question. Her black hair was long-though
still
shorter than Hisame's-and pulled back. She
wore
the same white and blue outfit as her.
"Shigure,
shouldn't you be practicing instead of walking
around
the house like an imbecile?" Hisame asked coldly.
The
slightly younger girl became flustered and
looked
down in shame. "I-I'm sorry, Hisame..."
"Don't
apologize, just get out of my way, Shigure!"
Her
tone was becoming louder and people were
turning
to look at them. Oh, why did the manor
always
have to be so busy and filled with people?
Her
hand was aching...aching for the feeling
of
the hammer and chisel...
Shigure
was so startled and frightened that she stood
frozen
on the spot. Hisame let out a cry of frustration
and
pushed the girl out of the way and broke into a run.
She
did not stopped until she reached the Northern Doll
Altar-a
room with walls of tattered straw dolls in red.
Not
even bothering to catch her breath, she snatched
up
her hammer and chisel. After positioning the spike
she
raised the hammer, now hesitating until her racing
heart
calmed.
This
should help...As a Pacifier, I have no need for
stress
or guilt. she thought to herself, screaming
silently
as she swung the hammer down, slamming the
chisel
into the palm of her hand.
