[Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor any of such of work of Rumiko Takahashi. Hope you all enjoy my return and this new story. R&R would be greatly appreciated! Only the prologue will remain first person while the rest will take on third. ]


Run!

I can't breathe.

Run!

I need to stop.

Run!

The air is burning into my throat, barely soothing the lack of oxygen in my body. My muscles are screaming to stop. They ache with strain…but my mind continues to scream. It wants me to run…run far away from this horrid place.

Don't look back!

I heed my own command. I never look back, though deep inside, I longed to do so. But…I know it would be all in vain. Why bother looking back now? Especially after everything that has happened. It was all a lie…and now, this is where I have ended up.

You should have listened.

She's right. My subconscious reprimands me, but for good reasons. I was warned. I had even seen it for myself, but not once did I listen. So…maybe, this was punishment for my ignorance. A fair result I would think.

I can smell the putrid scent of dry blood, sweat and dirt mixed on my skin. Even now, as the back of my hand roughly brushes the water from my eyes to clear the vision ahead, I can still smell it. I can feel it smear across my cheeks, but I don't care. My hair is a tousled mess. My body is covered with cuts and bruises. My feet have been scraped and bleeding from the rough concrete. I'm certain that if I looked in the mirror, I would only see a stranger. A prisoner who has been serving time for a crime that she has not committed.

"Now!"

The voice was carried through the moist rocky walls, but something traveled much quicker. A single pop rang out, nearly shattering my ear drums in this enclosed space, but not even that compared to what I was feeling.

It burned. This searing pain that bit into my shoulder, tearing through my muscle as I lay crumpled on the floor. A hot thick liquid was pooling beneath me. It was covering my hand. I can even smell the iron over the dirt that covered me. I knew instantly what it was though. I had known it since day one of this hellhole.

"You shouldn't have run."

Their boot slipped under my side, forcing me to turn and lay on my back to stare up. Murky waters that collected over time on this dirtied rock floor seeping into my wound while they compressed their sole into it. My fingers that pressed against it were being crushed. I could feel the skin scrape away at my knuckles while the rubber continues to push down while moving with pressure. Screams that I could not retain left my parched lips, echoing…ringing out far through these dungeon walls while their laughter followed.

"Hmm…"

Their laughter stopped as I took in small sharp gasps. The screaming having made my throat feel as if I have swallowed nails. My lungs ached, as well as my body. I couldn't find the strength to even move my fingers from my shoulder. I know that they've bled now…and I'm certain that maybe one or two bones may have broken…but I can't feel it anymore. There was just so much pain that I couldn't tell any longer from where it was originating from. Every fiber of my being was in pain. Just breathing alone is strenuous enough for me…but I won't give up.

I can't die…not here.

"I hate that look on your face…"

Cold rocks tore at my flesh as they slammed me against that wall. I was surprised to even hear myself yell. I didn't think I had enough air in my lungs to even do such a thing…though, I wish I hadn't. Their grip was tight and I could hear my heart beat ring in my ears. Its pace was slowing down…but my body still fought for air without my own command. It was doing reacting on its own…but that was all it would do. I couldn't fight them. I could barely even move…

"…I hate that look in your eyes…"

Such a great amount of hatred towards me. I could see it in their cold red eyes as the nails dug into my skin. I could hear my heart beat grow louder in my ears…

"…I hate…the fight in you…"

I…I can't feel the pain anymore. In fact…I can barely…see their face. Everything was becoming a blur…and the audio was fading…fading far away until there was nothing but my heart beat.

You're dying…

The pain was gone…the agony of my heart forgotten along with the world I had seen thus far as I took in that final image of them before darkness took me back into its strong hold.


[A/N: I hope the prologue was interesting. I would love to hear what everyone thought. I will be working on the next chapter shortly and have it up. The rest of the story will take on a third-person view. Thanks!]