A/N:
This is my first Higurashi fic…
This story has been chasing my mind around for days, so I finally decided to write it down.
DISCLAIMER: "Higurashi no Naku Koro ni" doesn't belong to me.
Fear
Fear. I no longer fear his dark presence, looming over me day and night, watching, waiting, preparing for my anticipated doom. His ominous shadow follows me everywhere I go, cold eyes staring down at me. His voice, like venom through my veins, whispers evils in my ear.
Rika... Rika... Rika... Rika...
Stop. Stop calling for me. I refuse to do the bidding of a myth! Of a lie! Of a superstition! He plagues the minds of the innocent, tearing away their good will and replacing it with loathing and blood lust, clouding over their sense of right and wrong. It happens every year. Every world. They bow to his 'holy' presence and in return the fools get what they deserve for believing such things; a violent massacre.
Rika... Rika... Rika... Rika...
Is this the curse? To live a life of pain and anguish at the hands of a 'God'? I spit on our 'God'! A real God would never do such things to his people! No one deserves to die in the manner that 'He' has ordered. Despite peoples' beliefs, he never really existed, did he?
Your friends will die tonight, Rika...
It's all in my head. I swear to everyone holy and true, it's all in my head! Stop telling me these things! You're a figment of everyone's imagination! Go burn! Go die! You are the one who deserves a torturous death! Leave my friends out of this!
They won't put up a fight, Rika...
You're a liar! Nothing will happen this Watanagashi! I just know it! I've worked so hard, what would possibly go wrong? I warned everyone to be careful. I warned them! They won't fall for your tricks this time!
You're so bold, Rika...
Could it be that I am the insane one? Could it be that I am the one that is being fooled by the curse this year? No, no, no! I refuse to kill my friends! I won't do it! I won't… I can't… it's impossible! It's never me!
See you in the next world, Rika...
"Rika…" I turn slowly; it's Keiichi. He's smiling at me. A sick smile. "What are you doing out here?"
I glance around; I'd almost forgotten I was sitting outside the temple, stony eyed. How long had I been there? I barely register Keiichi ask his question again and I mutter back a strangled reply.
"I could ask you the same thing." He grits his teeth, glaring at me. I see now, he must be the murderer this year. I smile at him, knowing my fate had arrived.
"Sorry, Rika." He raises his arms, revealing Satoshi's bat from behind his back. I don't try and resist as his eyes narrow, the bat connecting with my chest. All that can be heard is the heart-stopping squelch of my insides breaking. I gasp for air as my lungs collapse.
"Really," Keiichi continues, aiming the bat towards my skull, one eye closed. "I am."
Before he can crush me, a silently make a prayer. A prayer that Hinamizawa will one day be freed from the demise of Oyashiro-sama.
If he even exists.
A/N:
Poor Rika… I always feel a little sorry for her.