The Mute Swan

Ever since the earthquake killed my parents I had been left alone. Everyone was in such a state of panic that typical human behavior was lost and replaced with survival to the fittest.

And I was not fit. I remember roaming the streets, starving, dirty, and innocent. But that man took me in, and he clothed and fed me. I wanted to be grateful, but his demands for my stay were agonizing.

He was an extreme sadist-he did unspeakable things to me that left my body bruised, scarred, stitched, and in some places beyond repair. I did not mean to kill him; I don't even know how I did it.

I remembered that strange feeling of my blood crawling and thrashing at my skin, and just as he sliced me, crimson spikes thrust out and pierced everything surrounding me. I did not mean to kill him, but I'm so happy I did.

During my time with him I had become a whole other person. Everything pure about me was thrown in the dirt, rubbed in, and spat on. I became a mute, and gained a high tolerance to extreme pain.

But I knew there was something else lying deep within me, waiting for its chance to surface. And I knew it was a dark creature that would be problematic in the future. Perhaps it was a demon.

Chapter one

Eating seeds

As a past time activity

The toxicity of our city

–S.O.A.D

Habibah

Habibah wasn't too sure what was going on. She knew the guy in the black dress robes was some kind of judge, and the people sitting around him must be his followers. The guy sitting behind her claims to be a 'lawyer'-whatever that is and apparently she was being judged for the death of that sadist man.

"Do you not understand the deep predicament your are in right now, Habibah KuroKami?" the judge said, staring down at her in his high seat, acting like he was God. She knew God and only the true God knew the truth and everything about her-after all he sees all things. Unable to answer-ever since she became a mute-a roll of her eyes was enough to make the god complex judge grit his teeth in dismay.

"You are guilty for first degree murder, you will be given life imprisonment" she thought that was some kind of twisting torture routine, until her 'lawyer' explained it to her. So she was, once again, going to be locked away from humanity-without a single person getting to know the true her. How unfortunate was she? She thought of herself as shy, but that's all. She didn't know if she was kind or generous or all those other emotions that were displayed on the only movies she was allowed to watch during her time with the sadist, and she'd never get to figure out what kind of emotions she could display.

Habibah remembered the sadist asking her if she wanted to go to Deadman Wonderland. She didn't realize it was an amusement park, but thought it was a place were people go to die.

The truck containing her and some other prisoners drove up to the main entrance where the park's name was boldly written on a dark purple sign with blood red letters. Even if it were just an amusement park, she thought to herself, it seems so twisted.

The iron gates of the park opened, revealing the prison up ahead. After being rushed off the truck and onto the prison compounds, she was given a bag containing what she would need. A metal, rather cold, collar was locked around her neck.

There was a barcode and a number on it, further branding her as nothing but contained property. She found her cell in the women's dorms. And she thought of it really small compared to the room the sadist had given her. There was a double iron bunk bed that took up a corner of the cell.

A little coffee table next to the bunk bed directly under a barred window, and a sink and mirror on the far side of the wall opposite to the bunk bed. She threw her bag on the bottom bunk and went up to the sink to wash her face.

She turned on the cold faucet and splashed water on her skin. She wondered why she didn't feel panicked or sad. She was in prison for murder, which was enough to send any kind of normal person into a series of a nightmares-at least that's what the movies showed.

She was so calm it kind of scared her. The icy water rolled along her pale face and dripped of her skin; she stared into the mirror. Her deep-set eyes were a deep crimson, which even in the light did not glimmer or falter.

Surrounding those eyes was pale chestnut skin. Her nose was small and round pointed, and her lips were slightly un-proportionate-her upper lip was a little thicker than the bottom, but that only made her lips more vulnerable to lustful stares.

She remembered how the sadist had kissed her lips. He never failed to groan against them, and always loved to suck on the top one. Her to dark to tell what color it is hair fell against her shoulders in thick long curls.

She ran her fingers through it, feeling the silkiness of it slip slickly along her fingers. The sadist had told her she was a beauty. Whatever that meant! She tore her gaze from the mirror and looked out the barred window.

There was a flash of red, and then the window along with the whole wall was torn into smithereens. Floating in the sky was a figure heavily chained and dressed in metal plates with a red ripped cape flowing behind it.

A metal helmet covered its face, only revealing it's delighted smile. Habibah instantly ran for the door, but the figure released its blood tendrils and wrapped one around her ankle causing her to fall onto the concrete ground.

Panicked, she clawed at the floor, anything to keep her away from the floating figure. It pulled her towards it, then, with a flick of its blood tendril, hung her in the air like a rag doll.

She was bleeding profusely from her fingernails, and as she watched the blood drip onto the floor her eyes began to waver. Her sanguine eyes became a darker tint and not a second later she too was smiling delightfully.

KuroKami

KuroKami stared at the floating figure with a pleasured smile. She morphed her blood on the floor and on her bleeding fingertips, thinning it until it formed a long six-foot pole and with a little extra blood scythe-like blades unsheathed from the ends of the pole.

Swiftly she cut the tendril holding her in the air, and landed on the ground gracefully. The floating figure frowned; this was the first time in a while its prey was able to fight back. KuroKami bared her eyes at the figure,

"So once again I am summoned to deal with your pain," she said in a croaky dark voice. She twirled her weapon effortlessly and was about to throw it at the floating figure, but just as suddenly as it appeared, it fled.

With a disdainful frown KuroKami drew her blood back into her body, and stared at the empty space that figure created. It'd been years since she's ever said anything (well other than the time she killed the sadist) and her voice cords were itchy and irritated. She went to the sink and drunk some water before sitting on her bed and ignoring the pain of her unused voice she began to softly sing.

"Eating seeds,

as a past time activity,

the toxicity of our city, of our city

You what do you own the world,

how do you own disorder, disorder

Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep

Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep

Disorder, disorder, disorder"

Guards were already running into her room weapons in hand, but instead of gawking at the whole in the wall, they surrounded her.

"You're coming with us"

A/N: Yo! So, i've made up some other Deadman wonderland twisted love story. Hahaha! Anyways, for those following my other story-In Your Asylum We Live A lie-I have not forgotten nor given up on it. I just need sometime to think of what to do next, so sorry for the long, nail biting, wait. Hopefully writing this one will trigger my imagination.

Habibah= Egyptian for loved

KuroKami=black god