Okay here is Chapter one! Hope yall enjoy! (I hate scary things and Stage Hands has to write a scary one! Jeez Stage Hands!)
Chapter One, Part One:
InuYasha walked down the street, sweat beating down the back of his neck. He kept on walking under the summer heat.
Blast, he thought, running his hands over his spine. Today was an uncomfortable day. The heat rose past 90 Degrees, days growing long and tiring. For this was not all that occupied space and thought.
"June 18, 2007." One of InuYasha's superiors had said. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted though the office, the lights above them flickering off from time to time.
"Kikyo Chise was found in her garden hung 8:06 am. She has been dead 14 hours, are experts say. Takahashi, you shall assist a team at 1400 hours, Hiromi east 306 Ave."
He could vaguely recall the last part of the conversation;
"These files explain the poor woman's life, the rest…you know what to do."
Yes, he thought. He turned the corner, unknown on how far he had gotten. The light filtered through the trees, the roads spotted in golden specks. He took a look at the watch on his wrist. He was early, at least by 2 hours.
Damn, he thought. This business was taking too long, he thought tapping the watch.
Empty. The office where he had received the case of Kikyo Chise was empty a few minutes later. He remembered skimming through the dead woman's papers without much thought to it. The black and white pictures flashed through his mind as he walked down the barren road.
A pretty young girl, smiling, birthday cake smeared all over her face. A grade school girl with her class in a school photo, just prim and proper, a wide smile playing across her face. A black haired teenage girl sitting down to dinner with some friends, still smiling. All these pictures showed a normal looking girl, but then the question remained;
Why did she kill herself?
Then a photo was left. It was the last one in public records. It had been two years before her death, the last anyone had seen of her. There were other photos taken but public records thought it was most appropriate for the community safety.
InuYasha's insides twisted, no longer heated by the summer's warmth.
It was a black and white picture of Kikyo Chise in court convicted for the trial of murdering her husband.
He shuttered. He hadn't noticed how much attention he had given to the picture. As he remembered the dead woman's face the temperature dropped so fast that he was almost knocked off of his feet. InuYasha wrapped his arms around his body, trying to remain warm. His silver blonde hair blew around him, the strands like silver snakes slithering around their victim waiting for the kill. He kept on walking down the empty road, unconsciously reading the signs as he went. The leaves fell to the ground, premature, young.
He kept on walking. The trees, streets, and houses faded into blackness, darkness…
InuYasha's figure died away to leaving everything in this dark void. As if an artist at work, white lines were sketched into the black. The picture came to life horrifyingly fast, the judgment closing in.
A young woman's face, the mascara she wore combining with the tears on her face. She looked straight forward, her face hollow, her eyes sunken. But…InuYasha shivered.
Someone had written on the camera's lens.
It was crudely written in black marker, the ink still wet and shining. Kikyo looked ahead at the lens, she only able to read the writing.
redruM.
This was the most terrifyingly real part of the black and white play.
Part Two:
"Come on! Just let me hold it!"
"No Kohaku. I need it. I can' use it if you break it!"
"Please! I just---"
"No!! don't touch it!!"
Today was hot. She starred out the café window, the heat waves visible on the glass. She watched the heat just barely listening to the voice droning on. The café was in was a hulk of plastic, cracks all along the beaten white walls.
This was mediocre, she thought sipping her coffee. Even for a gas station.
She fiddled with the camera, adjusting the lighting, the shooting time. The cell phone kept to her ear with her shoulder.
"…Okawa. The most care has been taken to come to this arrangement, the public records want it hushed. No one wants to ruin the suburban community by putting it on the news about hanging herself. If they don't want it why don't they get the fu—"
Sango sipped her coffee, listening to the woman hiss into the metal hunk. The woman had tried to get to know her by talking to her like fast friends. But, Sango thought looking out the window, she was like the rest. A smoker, probably a drinker, going out with groups who claimed the city as their territory. This was a rough place to live.
The city was lined with cars, trains towering above them. The stores that only ranged from fast food to drugstores were perfect targets for graffiti and gang meetings. The smoke filled you nostrils and the sound of wheels on pavement filled your ears. Lights above them flickered every so often, to reveal a group of teenagers leaning against the walls with tattoos and piercings.
There was more. But id you could imagine a hoodlum hell, this would be it.
Bbbbrinng!
The bell on the door sounded.
"What the hell? What are you…"
"Can you believe the asshole damn…"
Sango didn't need to turn around to tell who it was. A group of teenage boys entered, each sporting a piercing or tattoo, smoke in their breath. They were talking to the boy at the counter, their cars (only assuming its theirs) radios blaring. Sango got up, her coffee still in her hands.
"Hey…" said one of the teenage boys, his hand slammed onto the table she had recently been seated.
She kept on walking ignoring the group.
"Where ya'll going?" said another boy from the group, walking behind Sango.
"yeah…" said one, up in front of her. She looked around at them coldly. Kohaku would have been their age. This was why she answered.
"I'm leaving, unless you want me to spell it out for you."
The group pretended to be insulted.
"C'mon girly, we are going to have a hell of a time."
"yeah…" said another one reaching out to her.
She regarded him coldly. They were nuisances, like her little brother.
"Hey…!" said the boy, clasping his hand.
She withdrew her hand. She had slapped his hand, a cold sting.
"Hey!" said one of the boys, pushing the other aside.
"You challenging us?!"
Sango kept on walking. As she opened the door the boys came forward, fists raised.
"Do you want to be challenged?"
She closed the door behind her. She walked down the street, cars zooming by. She waited by the stop sign, drawings and writings on its post.
The cars…
They zoomed by, flashes of neon and gasoline.
"…its hurts…"
The cars became slower, moving as in slow motion, the streaks of light hanging in the air.
Crying…sobbing…
The light stopped flickering. All the lights burned away with the glass buildings, trains, tunnels…
Screaming through the tears…
Everything went black. One car remained, surrounded by darkness. Sango looked at the car coming towards her out of the dark, coming closer, slowly.
A thud. The car has hit the boy in front of her…crying. She looked at the car in front of her. It had stopped, lights blaring on her. The boy was clawing his way through the pool of blood, his tears mixed with the red. He was drowning in his own blood and tears. Her fingernails were oozing with dark red liquid, dripping down her hand and elbow. She licked it.
There was no blood to be tasted.
Part Three;
The TV blared in the other, the anchorman talking.
"The heat has been steadily rising over the past week resulting in temperatures between 90 degrees F. to 100 degrees F. The experts say the change is due to global…"
Kagome turned off the hair dryer. She walked into the room wearing only a bath towel. She sorted out the clothes on her bed, the TV on all the while.
"…yes, that reminds me of the Chise trial. You remember, about two years ago, the trial about the woman that killed her husband…?"
"Yeah…that was a peculiar case. I would never—"
"Imagine? Oh…sorry. Continue."
"No, you took the words right out of my mouth. When…"
Kagome slipped on the navy blue miniskirt, no attention paid to the anchorwoman. The curtains were drawn in the small apartment while she was dressing, the TV illuminating the dark room, giving all sound. She only unconsciously picked up the last bit of the conversation.
"Yes, that was the only thing that kept the woman out of jail."
"Yeah…it was quite a bit of trouble. It baffled the police; the jury couldn't even make a decision."
"That's why they made the wife stay in Okawa, right?"
"Yeah, particular it was. The body of the dead husband vanished…"