Dark Woods Horror.

Kaito.

Kaito Shion, was an intelligent man. By nature, he was kind and affectionate. He got on well with children - partly because his sense of humour was only slightly more mature than that of a child. Overall, he was a nice guy - the kind of guy who you could drink a few with, but could also trust with your family and secrets.

You could say that Kaito's downfall, was the fact that he sometimes, he felt negative and lonely. Unloved.. In fact, he did just that the night when he was….changed.

"Kaito, when are you going to get a girlfriend?"

Kaito's father, was a blunt and stern looking man. He was always well groomed, and generally wore sweater vests and cream coloured trousers. He had always taken it into his hands to discipline his son, and since Kaito's mother died, he had been even stricter with him.

"Dad, I just want to take my time. Find the right girl." Kaito said with tired eyes. He knew where this was going.

"I know a nice girl."

"I'm not interested."

"Kaito, don't be so stubborn! You'll die alone at this rate."

"Not if you just leave me alone! Let me find love by myself." Kaito insisted, trying to control the small flares of anger that he often felt when he talked to his father.

"What about all your friends? They have kids. And wives."

"Leave me be!" Kaito ordered forcefully, finding his wallet and keys and leaving the house. He had only gone to his father's house to visit.

Truthfully, his father in some ways, was right. Kaito often did feel lonely. Maybe even a little unloved. His brothers were all quite similar in their likes and dislikes, and they'd never really been all that interested in Kaito. His mother had been the person closest to him, and she had died. What if he got close to someone again, and they left him? Would he be able to handle that?

Kaito wandered, thinking about life, thinking about his father and his brothers and mainly his dear, dead mother. He wandered past houses and shops and pubs until finally, he was at the outskirts of town. He looked at his watch, confused for a moment about how far he could have walked. He'd only been walking for an hour, but it was already late evening, and the sky was dark and foreboding.

Kaito walked further still, until finally, he saw a circus tent. He looked at it, pausing and began to walk towards it. Kaito could have, and should have turned back right then, but as he began to wonder about the circus, a tall, tall man approached him, his eyes a deep chocolate brown.

"Hello, Mr Shion." The man grinned broadly, leaned forwards so he could shake Kaito's hand. "What brings you around here?"

Kaito, bemused, looked up at the man blankly. "I don't really know."

"You look a tad lonely, Mr Shion."

Kaito paused again. He wondered how the man knew his name, but his thoughts seemed foggy and unusually slow. Kaito looked around, and saw that at the circus, there were many beautiful women seated at a bar, some of them drinking and some of them not. All of the women looked different, and all of them seemed to be smiling at Kaito.

"Feel free to roam the circus," the tall, brown-eyed man offered, gesturing with his hand.

Kaito nodded, and began to wander around the circus. The circus was clean, and there were plenty of rides. Kaito even met a girl! In fact, he met many lovely girls, who seemed interested in him. Mr Shion felt very loved indeed.

What Kaito did not know, was that the circus was old and unkempt. Actually, there were no girls at all - only black magic. Kaito was really wandering around a dirty circus, with the owner watching his every move, making sure that Kaito was enjoying himself.

Finally, after Kaito had enjoyed himself thoroughly, one of the girls - the most beautiful and lovely brown haired woman - offered him a place to stay. The attractive blue haired man accepted shyly, and let himself be lead by the lady.

What he didn't know, was that he should've said no right there, and gone back to his own home. Or his father's. Or anywhere for that matter - just away from that girl and that evil, evil circus.

Kaito however was unaware of this warning, and was lead to a friendly, white family home. He could see inside, too! There were people, and children. The house was so sophisticated looking and fashionable, it was a home he would have loved to live in. He turned to talk to the girl but he realised that the girl was gone.

"W-where are you….?" he asked.

"Hello, Kaito." The tall man again! What was he doing here?

The tall man plunged his hand into one of his suit pockets, and produced a key with a flourish. He handed it to Kaito, closed the man's hand and patted it. "Here you go. Go inside, Kaito."

The Shion man agreed quickly, and went inside. The tall man closed the door, and locked it.

Kaito was ordered up carpeted stairs, until he came to a sterile, all white corridor, white doors with small windows on either side. He thought he could hear a distant scream, though he wasn't too sure. The corridor looked endless.

Kaito looked around, to find that once again he was alone. He swallowed nervously. A door on Kaito's right began to open with a loud creaking sound. Kaito's heart was beginning to pound. He was all alone.

Or so he thought.

Kaito felt many strong hands shove him into the open door. Inside, there was a white table and a red chair. Kaito felt the urge to sit down, and he did so. He thought how squishy the chair felt, and began to feel a little more at ease.

What Kaito did not, was that the squishiness of his chair was actually because the chair had a corpse lying upon it, the eyes still struck with terror.

The tall, tall man entered the room, and smiled cryptically, looking Kaito up and down.

"Kaito, are you hungry?"

"I sure am." Kaito replied, feeling awkward and puzzled.

"Good." The man with the brown eyes left the room and, came back with a plate. He presented it in front of Kaito.

"Are you crazy!" Kaito exclaimed, looking down at the plate.

On the plate, there was a raw chicken breast.

The man shrugged, and took the plate away. After a few minutes, he came back again. The chicken breast had been cut into cubes, and the man was holding a meat cleaver.

"Eat it."

Kaito looked down at the chicken and gulped. Couldn't you die from eating meat raw? He looked at the man for a moment, confused about his lack of utensils.

"I said, eat it!" The man roared, pushing the cleaver dangerously near the young man's face.

Kaito gingerly picked up a cube of the chicken with his forefinger and thumb, noticing how slimy it was between his fingers. With his other hand, he held his nose, and gulped the chicken down. He could feel it, slimy as a snail, almost trickling down his throat.

Kaito continued to eat the chicken, until there was just one cube left. There was a rather large blood clot attached to the chicken, and Kaito of course did not want to eat it. In fact, he didn't want to eat chicken ever again.

But, you must be careful what you ask for.

"I…I can't eat that." Kaito stuttered, dangerously close to being sick.

"Well I can't leave you hungry boy!" The tall man declared cheerfully. With that, he left the room.

He waited. 1.…2.…3.…

Kaito would now be able to see the room as it was. The tall man stopped using his awful magic. Though, ignorance is bliss.

Kaito shuffled in his seat, and felt something underneath him. He looked down slowly, unaware that a corpse was in between himself and the seat. The red seat, that had originally matched the room's colour scheme.

Kaito yelped, jumping off the chair and knocking it over, causing the body to roll. That was the last straw. The Shion boy vomited loudly in the white room, now fully aware of the stench of the corpse. His heart was sprinting now, just like he should've done when he saw sight of the dreadful circus. Kaito backed himself into a corner, away from the bloody chair, and the body, and his own vomit.

The tall man chuckled to himself. Kaito's terror had only just begun.

The circus's owner entered Kaito's room again, after approximately thirty minute. The blue haired boy's eyes were red from crying, and his clean clothes were stained with sick. Kaito would have been disgusted, if he were not terrified.

"Now Kaito," the tall man said gently, beginning to strap Kaito into a straight-jacket. His long fingers avoided the vomit stains on his victim's shirts. " We're only here to help. Eat up."

Kaito was once again confused. Who was 'we're'?

A few white cloaked men trooped into the room, each of them holding a plate and a syringe. One of the men was holding a chainsaw. There were five of them, all of them smirking.

"Eat." The cloaked men chanted, while the man with the chainsaw began to decapitate the dead body, which had been pushed into the corner of the room. Cold blood dripped lazily to the floor as the man worked.

After around ten minutes, each plate was filled. A plate of head. A plate of fingers. A plate of arms. And a plate of organs.

Firstly, the fingers were offered to Kaito, who was working in a cycle of screaming, crying and whimpering. The plate was thrust into his face.

"N-no-no-no-no-no!" Kaito insisted, shaking his head. His eyes were practically popping out of his face; wild and terrified.

The first man shrugged. Kaito's choice was fine by him. The scientist beamed, before plunging his syringe into the side of Kaito's neck.

The blue haired man yowled as tall man watched in interest.

Then, the second cloaked man offered his plate of arms. Kaito once again refused, trembling.

He yowled again as the scientists shoved the syringe into the other side of his neck. Kaito's pupils began to dilate. He thought he could feel his teeth grow.

Afterwards, the third man offered his dish. The tall man watched impatiently, tapping his fingers as Kaito refused the plate. The head on the plate seemed to be staring at Kaito.

"You monster", the dead man's head snarled, causing Kaito to yelp. The words he used everyday seemed to be slowly taking a back seat in his mind.

Just before the third man could inject Kaito, the tall man grabbed the syringe and slammed it into Kaito's throat.

"Listen up, Mr Shion," the tall man growled. "You're going to eat these delicacies, and you're going to enjoy them. Understand buddy? Understand!?" The tall man, who did not have a kind bone in his body watched as Kaito spluttered. He then retched once more, and the men in the room stood back, disgusted.

The last man brought forward his plate of organs. He lifted up the bloody heart with a gloved hand and held it in Kaito's face.

Kaito, feeling less like himself, licked the heart cautiously. To his surprise, it didn't taste too bad. He licked again, before tilting his face forwards and beginning to nibble at it. The cloaked men began to grin at one another. The tall man watched with narrowed eyes.

But now, Kaito was getting into the swing of things. His thoughts had stopped completely, at this point in time, though of course, he was still capable of thought. He bit into the heart, and didn't even mind when blood began to smear across his nose and mouth. His teeth were sharper. He was becoming less human, and yet, he didn't care.

Kaito finished the heart, and even began to lick the blood which was now all over his lower face. He tucked into the other organs, before crunching on the fingers which snapped every time he bit them. He devoured the arms quickly; pulling the veins out and sucking them into his mouth. It was like eating slightly crunchy spaghetti. Eventually, he even ate a little bit of the head; treating himself to the eyeballs. Squelch. He no longer cared if they were staring at him or not.

The tall man grinned happily. In a way, he was proud of his little creation. He went over to Kaito, who looked at him eagerly, hoping to be rewarded with affection..

Kaito was patted by the tall man. "Well done….Pochi. I always wanted a pet called Pochi." The man began to laugh manically, before leaving the room. The cloaked men trailed after their boss, the man with the chainsaw stroking the newly named 'Pochi' on his way out. Pochi didn't understand why the man looked pitiful and happy.

Pochi sat in the room, waiting for someone to come back and talk to him, or play with him. No one came though. 'Pochi' ended up just how he had started, really.

Unbearably lonesome.

AN: Please review if you have the time! I wasn't sure how I did with this chapter - plus concrit is welcome. :-)