So Long Astoria
Darkness echoed throughout the house. Emptiness replied to her calls. Her ears rung with the scream she had heard only moments ago. Fear gripped at her heart, and her body shook. She took the stairs slowly, one at a time. Maybe if she took long enough, she'd realize that she had been overreacting. Kikyou probably had one of her many boyfriends over. But the scream sounded like a plea for help. She reached the top of the staircase and peered down the hall. The door at the end was opened a crack, and she could see the faint shadows moving.
He body moved her along quietly, her footsteps practically nonexistent. She tried not to breathe too loud, for her heart was racing against her will. As she neared the door, she heard a muffled voice. She couldn't make out the words, and prayed that it wasn't her parents in there. She bit back a sob, completely terrified of what lay on the other side of the door that was right before her. Slowly, she inched her way in front of and peered through the crack.
A small light was on, but she couldn't see anything. She pushed the door a bit, praying that it didn't squeak. But when the door was finally pushed halfway open, she saw a clear view of what was inside the room. Her scream never made it's way past her throat as she started at the scene. Her stomach churned at all the blood she saw, trickling from her sister's body. A man with long black hair was standing over her, pulling the large blade from her body. She forced the bile back down her throat as the sight made her queasy.
The man looked up quickly at her, and nearly fainted when she saw he had no face. He stood up, cackling madly as he waved the blade before her. She turned around to run, but the door had disappeared. He advanced on her, his body hidden beneath an awful black robe. Her eyes shot around in panic, trying to find something to save her. But the only weapon she saw was the lamp, but it was closer to him than her. He was getting closer, and she wasn't sure if fear was even possible at this point. Without hesitation she ran into the bathroom and closed the door. She locked it quickly and ran to the far corner and sat down, shaking.
Images of her sister's dead body hung inside her mind, and she was absolutely terrified. She closed her eyes, trying to tell herself that this wasn't real—she was dreaming it. But as soon as there was banging at the door, she let out a shrill scream, knowing that it wasn't.
"Kagome, come out, come out. We can't play all night." The sinister voice said, almost as if it belonged to no body at all. She clenched her eyes even tighter, rocking slowly as she tried to wake up from her terrible dream. This is all a dream. This is all a dream. She chanted to herself, inside her head. The banging increased and she began to chant it verbally to herself. The noise grew so loud, that she couldn't even hear her voice over it.
Suddenly, two hands grabbed her arms and she screamed loudly. She body gave a violent twitch and her shaking increased tenfold.
"Kagome," a soft voice said from before her. "Kagome, it's me."
Warily she opened her eyes, and practically jumped into his arms. She buried her face into his stark white hair, sobbing uncontrollably. His arms wrapped around her in comfort, and held her tightly.
"Oh god, Inuyasha." She cried. "I—she—h-her body. I—all the blood…"
"Shh, it's okay now. I'm here." He cooed. She squeezed him tighter.
"No it's n-not—" she screamed again as the blade protruded through the door. Then it appeared again, only creating a new hole.
"The door's not as solid as you would think." The voice said again, continuing with his carpentry.
"Oh god! I-Inuyasha!" She sobbed again, shaking more as the door was slowly taken apart.
"Calm down, it'll be all right."
She pulled away from him, wondering how he could be so calm when clearly they were about to die. She was about to question him when she noticed the blood covering his clothes. She pulled her hand from her own body and looked at it, knowing that it wasn't her blood. And from the looks of it, it wasn't his blood either.
"Inuyasha," she said, trying not to let her voice crack. "Why are you covered in b-blood…?"
He didn't reply. He just sat there, staring at her with his surreal sun-kissed irises. But the look in his eyes nearly struck her heart. They were a storm, every emotion swimming past. She couldn't pick out what was happening.
"Inuyasha…?" She asked again, raising her hands to his face. "Inuyasha, tell me something!"
But he never got a chance as the door was broken through and the faceless man appeared. He approached them if a swift movement, and suddenly the same blade that had pierced through Kikyou, was now pierced through the man before her. She screamed again, watching as the life passed through his face.
"You'll always be mine, Kagome." He whispered. "Always and forever."
She screamed again, closing her eyes as the blood began to pour from his wound. And as she screamed, she could feel the blade puncture her chest, like it had done to the two she loved most…
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In present time, a young woman woke up with a start, eyes wide and fearful. Her eyes rapidly scanned the room, half expecting to see the man without a face standing with the blood soaked blade, but only saw the faces of the students within her chemistry class. She looked beside her at her friend, who was staring down at her cell phone with a smile, quietly pressing buttons. She looked down at her own body, making sure that she hadn't really been stabbed. She felt foolish, but then again, the pain had been so real.
She had to bite her tongue to prevent her jumpy self not to scream as the bell rang, to change periods. She quickly recovered and began to gather her books and her purse. The two of them walked out of the class and made their routine trip to their shared locker, grabbing their books for next block. With 5 minutes left within the changing of subjects, Kagome pulled her friend into the nearest bathroom. As soon as she checked it was clear, she collapsed against a sink, her face paled and her arms shaking.
"Kagome, are you all right?" She heard her friend ask, but it was so faint she was afraid she was drifting off to sleep again.
"They've gotten worse Sango." She said wearily. "I can't go to sleep without reliving that night."
"Maybe you should talk to your parents?" She offered.
"What can they do? Send me back to that therapist? Put me on more drugs?"
"You can talk…"
"They won't understand!" She suddenly burst, startling her friend. "They weren't there to see her dead body! They weren't there to see him kill her! They didn't have to feel all the pain and betrayal I felt!"
Her words died as she sank to the floor in a heap of tears, crying as the pain stabbed at her heart. Sango dropped her things and went to Kagome's side, giving her the comfort she needed.
"It's just that, it hurts so much. Every time I see him, my heart breaks all over again." She cried, leaning into the embrace. "Why won't they just go away?"
"I don't know."
"I mean, why did my life have to get fucked over? Why did she have to die? Why'd he have to do it?"
"You can't stop anything from happening. It's just the way it's supposed to be. Even if it hurts."
"It hurts so much Sango, I'm dying slowly every time I see it…"
"Maybe, maybe you missed something." She whispered, hoping that her friend wouldn't erupt once again.
"I don't care anymore, I just want him to go away."
"He can't go away, you know that. He's locked up, and probably won't be coming back."
"What if I have everything wrong? What if he didn't do anything. What if, what if…"
She continued to cry on Sango's shoulder, letting out all the things she'd been trying to keep inside for a few weeks now. As the sobs died away, she retracted her head and wiped her eyes. She stared towards the opposite wall for a moment.
"I know what I have to do."
"What?"
"I have to see him." Sango was taken aback by her friend's resolve.
"Y-you can't! Kagome! Imagine what you'd be doing to yourself!"
"It's the only way I can put it to rest."
"Kagome! You're talking crazy, maybe you should be put back on your medication…"
"Medication! It will probably stop the dreams, but it won't stop the memories. The feelings. The instincts." She said, her voice scratchy. "I have to see him. I have to face my past. There's no other way."
"Kagome! Y—"
"Sango," She said, her eyes hard as she looked at her friend. "I have to find out if he really killed my sister."
She fell silent, thinking of no retort to stop her crazy rant. "If you must…"
"No, I have to." Kagome got up, straightening out her clothes and looking into the mirror. She began to wipe away the trails of mascara and fix the smudge make up.
"Miroku can give you a ride—if you need it." Sango said quietly as she stood up, following Kagome's actions.
"What?"
"You know, he delivers a lot of their supplies. He can give you a lift whenever you need one."
"Thanks." She said, embracing Sango.
"It's nothing, just doing my job."
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Confused, he sat up in bed. He wasn't supposed to have dreams. Staring at the white walls of his cell, he glanced over at his roommate, still fast asleep. No light came through the barred windows. The thick woods surrounding the facility prevented any hopes of sunlight from shinning through. He ran a hand through his long white hair. After all the shock therapy they had put him on, there was no need to keep dying his hair. It just went that colour anyway. The length was a bit absurd, reaching around his waist. The one thing they didn't give out here, was free haircuts. He could use one.
He glanced at the clock that sat on the wall above the door. It was well in the afternoon, though it's not like time mattered to them. He got up and approached the door, finding it odd that it was left unlocked. Usually they locked the doors so the patients couldn't get out to roam the halls. He stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, finding it completely deserted. He turned to the right, heading in the general direction of the day room. He pulled uncomfortably at the stiff clothes that adorned his body. How much he hated them.
He glanced down the two hallways that appeared before him. To the right was nothing but a man walking aimlessly, and to the left was empt—He turned back to the right, only to see an empty hallway. He swore that he just saw someone walking down the corridor. He frowned, knowing that he wasn't insane. Just thought to be.
"What are you doing out of your room?"
He turned around to look at an approaching guard, dressed in all white. And at his hip, a baton incase the patients got out of hand.
"Ah, thought it might be you, Inuyasha." He said with a grin, almost cynical. "Should've recognized you by the white hair."
He didn't reply, knowing that they'd give any reason to beat the crap out of him.
"Cat got your tongue?" He laughed again, testing his nerves.
He glanced down at the man's black baton, then back to his face.
"What? Thinking of how much it'll hurt?" He asked.
"No," he said. "just about how much it'll hurt you…" Before the guard could defend himself in any possible way, his baton was within Inuyasha's possession and he was being held in a lock, the wood cutting off his air passage.
"I-if you keep this up," he choked out. "You won't get to see you v-visitor tomorrow…"
"What visitor?" He asked, pulling on it a little harder.
"I-I don't know." He said, grunting. "Just a visitor."
He contemplated a moment, standing there with the man at his mercy. But he reluctantly let go and let the man go, along with the baton. And then he retreated back to his room, leaving the guard on his hands and knees coughing, trying to get the flow of air back into his lungs.
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Throughout the day, her attention was solely on the meeting she had set up during her last block. She had been a nervous wreck to call, that Sango had to do it. And even though Kagome didn't specify which exact date to arrange a meeting, she set it up for the very next day. She didn't expect it so soon, because she needed to prepare herself mentally. But at this rate she was going, she would probably break down into tears.
She was pulled from her thoughts, imagining her form balling before an angry man, when she felt a sharp jab from behind her. She turned around, coming face to face with her secret admirer. Though it wasn't much of a secret if the whole school knew how bad he had it for her. His renown features declared his stature from first look: his icy blue eyes, his slick black hair, and his gigantic ego.
"Kagome, love." He said with a charming smile.
"Yes Kouga?" She asked, startling many onlookers how she could resist his charm. For he wasn't just any average Joe. He was the school's playboy, and not to mention the one every girl had eyes for. Save for Kagome.
"I was wondering if you were up for some fun tonight?"
"As in…"
"Some sophomore is having a huge party in their parents pool house. Music, drinks, a little partying—what do you say?"
"I don't know, I've got a lot of homework…" She said, thinking of the first excuse she could think of.
"It would do me great pleasure for you to come, if even for an hour."
If there was one thing about Kagome that everyone knew, it was that she had one of the kindest hearts imaginable. It was her one, true weakness that everyone knew about. And most used it to their advantage. And what everyone knew, was that she could be jilted into anything if they wanted to do it.
"Oh, all right. But only for an hour." She said, almost regretfully.
"Wonderful." He slipped her a piece of paper with an address on it, grinning like a madman. "I'll see you tonight then, love."
He leant back in her chair, ending their conversation. She turned back around and pocketed the address, turning back to her blank page. She hated that she was so easily persuaded, and not to mention gullible. It made her such a weak individual.
But then again, she had others traits to make up for it. Like the fact that she was a prom queen here. Miss Popularity. Girls looked up to her from every which way, and guys looked to get a chance with her. But after her sister had died, she turned down everyone who tried to get a date with her. She was head of the school, without a king to rule with her.
Though popular and admired, she was also naïve. Naïve as to how strongly a certain playboy felt about her.
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NOTE;
Okay, so this is a new story I thought I'd try out. It's a little different then what I usually make my stories out to be. So, I guess this is my first 'horror' story, I suppose you could call it. Now I will not deny any resemblance to Freddy Vs. Jason, because frankly, the situation they're in reminds me of that. I didn't intend for it to be that way, because I rewrote this chapter from the original. It was actually supposed to be really different from what it is now.
So overall, I am excited. I'll update whenever I feel like it.
So until then, adieu!
Melody Unwinding:;,
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the story.