The Red Goddess…
Pages of Dark secrets.
' It is so dark.' That was her only thoughts as she walked through the room. She was moving slowly, slowly. She was barely moving anymore, faster than a snail but she needed to go outside, needed to before he found out.
He and his buddies that were over.
'Almost there, almost there.'
She wanted to winch when she heard the barking laughter of one of his friends. The one with the white fur coat and the living spider tattoos scared her badly, he liked the blue spider on her too much… and the man in rubber. She choked backed a sob as she remembered when she was forced to "dance" with him.
'One more step. Hold one, one more human size step.'
She could feel the grins as the silence encased the room. She knew that they knew that she was in this room. They were waiting for her to feel their presence and waited for her to get afraid. They didn't have to wait long.
She was always afraid of those three.
"Come on, you know the drill. Its time to play."
'Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no!'
She walked backward, her bladder burning with the need to realize the liquid inside them. But she couldn't, she couldn't. She would be punished by him, horribly punished by him, for showing human needs. Her leg was beginning to tremble as she walked to the door. She grabbed it slowly as she made her way to the outside, slowly, slowly, oh so slowly closing the door.
"Are you trying to use the bathroom like those weak humans?"
And she ran.
She ran and ran and ran, she ran so hard that each jerk of her foot to the ground caused the dirty golden spray to come from between her legs. She felt relief and fear and it was so much there that she would be ill. But she couldn't be ill, she had to run.
She had to find the club of which he talked about and find the goddess inside for her to beg for mercy.
Tsujido never asked Sujtengu why he did the things he did. Ever since he saved him so many years ago in that building, the day his nose got cut off, he was his loyal servant. A form of universal irony, since he was a wolf in a sense now.
"Hey boss man, isn't that Shrirongane and Yurigaoka from the club? Who the hell are they following?"
He looked to see a girl it seems, she could be no older than fourteen but had the face of a child, someone around eight or so. She was being chased by some of their members out in the street, crying as they were calling her names in singsong voices.
She looked terrible otherwise; one sniff from the air told him so.
"Yes that's them, but who's the girl?"
Oddly enough it was Niihari that answered him. "So that's the little 'flower girl'. Geez, the dentist real doses a number on her."
Tsujido, angry and curious, turned to his fellow workmate and snarled at her. "What the hell do you mean by flower girl? I don't have any records of a servant under the doctor's name."
Niihari watched her run towards them, shaking his head as she was now being hit with stones in the head. "That's the thing, she's called 'Flower Girl' around here. To any other people's knowledge she's a ghost, or something of a creation of collective concise. Ether way, it's known around here that she somehow lands up dead every night and appears to be fine every morning only to be picked up by the doc. I first thought that it was just some drunks being pissing drunk too often, but seeing her made me rethink that."
Tsujido looked back at the girl's direction. He was worried about this, wondering if the others had kept this secret from the club. Suddenly he was slammed into, he looked to see it was the girl. She looked at him, her eyes wide for a second like she was about to apologize, but then blood spurted from her mouth and she slumped against him. He was shocked that she was dead, but he looked to see a scalpel sticking out from her head he knew who did it.
"We are so sorry about that Mr. Tsujido. She just saw too much and…"
"That's okay sirs, but I need to bring the body. After all we have to make a excuse to how the local 'flower girl' is dead."
He wanted to kill them all, for they each winched at the words flower girl. He knew that the girl would have to travel with them, and he would have to deal with a stinky body all the way. The only thing that was a boon was that he was curious, even though the body proceeded with all the function of death, she did not have the smell of death on her.
She woke with a start, fearing that she was back in his car. She didn't want to be kicked and kicked and kicked again. She would much rather stay in the place where she died recently, she may be able to even get a sandwich from a store. She could feel her mouth watering at the idea, but she had to stay still, just in case that he thought she was still dead.
"You know you can stop playing possum, I know that you're alive."
The voice startled her; she didn't realize that there was a voice that wasn't him or his three friends. When she did she turned to look at the voice.
"Oh, so you stopped being afraid. You still stink."
She looked at him, ignoring the obvious comment. He looked prettier than a lot of women in the area she walked around, his eyes and long hair the things that attracted her eyes the most.
"Can you speak, or are you mute from what ever happened to you?"
She could smell it on the young male. The smell of sushi and steak. It was a good combination; it made her think of the pictures of wolves. She leaned closer to him, hoping to get a good look at him before he would smack her or do worse to her for getting into his personal space. A laugh made her turn her head to stare at another man. He was laughing but at whom?
"Damn, you're pretty fucked up for a flower girl."
She remembered him; he looked over the nice stitched-cloth man that was there the last time she woke up from being killed. Several people had left flowers on her, she didn't know whom but she loved the smell of flowers, so she was grateful. She smiled at the memory and decided that if she was going to die, they maybe nicer to her than he and his friends were.
She looked to where they were taking her, since she was being dragged to a place that was that man's house; she wanted to know where she was. It was the glass tower they were going to.
'A glass tower, wow I may find out that I'm a lost princess.'
She chuckled at the idea, and went along with the thought, humming a song that her mother taught her. She kept humming it all the way along to her entering a big room, where there was a pale haired man in the room smoking a 100,000-yen.
"Hello flower girl, I'm curious and happy to meet you."
She remembered what her mother taught her in-between her times of insanity and she bowed to the man, careful to bow too fast or too deeply.
'You have my mother's eyes.' She thought to herself as she raised herself up only to pass out.
Sujtengu was not pleased to hear when people held secrets from him; he is even more displeased when the secret had a name and a face. So when Tsujido called him about a fabled flower girl being held and tortured in Mr. Mizunokuchi's house. It was time to pay the piper in Sujtengu's mind.
"How is she doctor?"
The man, Yuki Wakabe, was a famous doctor to the stars. He was a VIP to the club and paid off his yearly debt by tending to injure that happened at the club, even faking reasons of deaths for the others. His love was to fix the injured human body, and by his expressions of his body and face something was deathly wrong with the girl.
"She's marvelous, she is a one of a kind creature, clearly a goddess in her own right."
"What's the problem Mr. Wakabe?"
He turned to him, his glasses fogged up in excitement and his handwriting at the speed of light, looking at the dirty girl on the table.
"What isn't wrong with her? She has had every bone in her body broken at least five times, she is dehydrated and starved passed the point of death for any normal person, she has a bladder infection, kidney infection, stomach infection, her eyes are messed up and show signs of puncture at least twice. She has wounds in her mouth, her tongue has infection eating up the underside, she is extremely underweight, and she seems to be suffering from light heart attacks from the stress of moving herself. All in all, she should be dead. And she's not!"
Sujtengu winched at the assessment, he mentally was disgusted by the doctor's love of the ill, but he was one of the more innocent members compared to the ones she ran away from. The only good thing about Yuki Wakabe was that he felt guilt about his perversion and went into trying to fix whatever was wrong as fast a possible, it meant that anyone who was his patient would get the best of the best so as to stay as little in the doctor's company as possible.
"How much would it take for the girl to get well?"
"That's the thing that is amazing, look at this!"
Yuki showed him a live video feed of the wounds from the back of her head, Sujtengu almost drop his cigar from seeing it close, and then look like the hair and the skin around it deadening to an almost peeling degree.
"So she's a Euphoric."
"She's not. That's why she's so amazing; something else is treating her wounds. I personally believe she has 'died' like the local legends say as much. I believe that she has died and come back again like a Phoenix, only she carries her wounds to her recent incarnation."
Sujtengu looked at the girl, his hair was rising in the back of her head from how innocent she looked, it reminded him of his little sister Yui. He turned around preparing to go home while his mind consumed the new information.
"Do whatever you can for the girl, cut off pieces if it means she'll get better. But have her placed in my home for recovery. I need that girl's story on how she got like that."
The doctor nodded his head and gleefully went to work, slicing the dirty clothes off of the girl and throwing it on the floor. Sujtengu walked out of the room followed by his loyal workers.
"Now I remember her!" Niihari shouted to no one in particular. He drew the attention of the other three as they walked. "I remember, I saw this hobo once praying at this make-shift shrine. I had thought nothing of it until I saw something moving under the flowers, then the guy went crazy and tried to stop me from seeing 'his daughter' getting up. All I saw was some girl covered in blood holding flowers to herself as she walked away. The guy fell down and began to cry about how the girl wasn't going to take his wish now."
"And you believe that the girl you saw is the same girl with our good doctor?"
"Yeah, that's how I put two and two together the first time. She's always in that same dirty outfit, and according to what I hear, it not uncommon for her to be killed by someone and then to be dragged by the homeless to one of these shrines they build for her. They think that if they are the first things she sees, then she will help them out or fulfill a wish or something."
"That's Pathetic." Tsujido snarled out.
"Yeah, but I bet you can make a lot of money off the girl. I mean there are websites right now offering money just to get a solid picture of the girl. If the good ol' doctor wasn't there right now, I would be taking snap shots of our little sleeping beauty."
"So she is worth something, interesting."
They followed Sujtengu to their home and went to work on the usual of collecting money and setting up more things to keep the club goers occupied. Sujtengu however was on his computer, trying to find the mysterious girl that was soon to be in his house. He got more and more irritated with every search going blank. The only things he could find was sites dedicated to the little flower girl, and they held nothing he didn't already know.
"Who and what are you, miss flower girl?" Sujtengu asked before an incoming message alerted him that Mrs. Tennozu was coming to 'visit' him. He grabbed his keys and his laptop and went outside to make a show of going to the Tennozu's tower.
"Sujtengu, where are you going? Trying to run away from me?"
Sujtengu mentally rolled his eyes as he turned around, faking shock at the statement and bowing deeply to the spiteful bitter woman called Shisen Tennozu.
'Don't wake before I get back, my sleeping flower girl.'
She felt herself wake up. She didn't want to but she felt herself wake up.
'Oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please.'
She cracked her eyes open to see a man hovering over her with a big sharp needle.
"Go back to sleep princess, you'll feel better in the morning."
'No not again no not again no not again no not again!'
She began to weep, she was too tired to fully understand what was happening around her but she began to weep. This wasn't better than his house, it was much worse.
It was like that place again.
She began to cough as she cried but she didn't care. She didn't want to be around the man anymore and she wanted to be better now.
"What the hell? I thought she was under doctor."
"She... she was, she is! Its like she's partially hearing everything while she's sleeping. Her REMs are off the charts but she's crying."
She began to pause when she heard the boy that smelled like steak and sushi, he could save her! He could save her like he did from him. She tried to move her arm, even though it felt like lead. She tried to move her arm, waving it around for half a second.
"What the hell is she doing now!"
"She's moving towards something, she trying to get somewhere in her sleep."
She grabbed him finally, her relief was great. She tried to open her eyes more but her eyelids were so heavy, and everything was so bright. She turned her head to him and moved her mouth, trying to tell him to get her out of here.
He was, as well as she, shocked to hear the simple words to come out of her mouth.
"...Help me….please. Don't leave me to the needles…"
She felt too sleepy now to try to continue to fight whatever the doctor gave her. She wasn't afraid. She knew that the steak and sushi boy would help her; he was kind enough to help her get away before. She fell asleep without any worries, lightly remembering that she hadn't slept in almost two weeks. She decided that she would take the luxury of sleeping for a while.