A/N: It's only gonna get worse, my readers. So, if you hate gore, then don't read on from here, okay?
Also, I'm not bashing Rio here; I'm only doing what my plot tells me to do.
The room was elegant. Very elegant indeed. However, it was very lonely. She despised the place greatly; why did that man trap her here? Even though she felt like a princess, the despair was almost too much. Her hands clasped in front of her chest, she closed the single eye that worked and sighed. Choking noises filled the large chamber, making her crinkle her nose in irritation.
"I told you to be quiet!" she screeched at the girl chained to the wall, naked and bleeding. The girl spat out a wad of blood, which landed on the red carpet below her.
"Let… me… go…" the girl spoke, coughing between her words. Droite turned around, her violet dress nearly tripping her bare feet up. Kamishiro Rio was the girl who hung from the wall, her blue hair damp with sweat and her own blood. The older female did not understand why the girl was trapped along with her in her mind, but as long as Rio was here, Droite could satisfy her murderous side.
Swiping her hand, Droite levitated a pair of scissors from a nearby desk and shot them towards the Kamishiro girl. The scissors buried themselves deep into Rio's stomach, making her scream as a large gash formed where the weapon had pierced her. The scissors opened and closed, slicing through skin, muscle, intestine, and eventually hitting her spine. Choked noises came from her as the scissors lodged themselves into her spinal column, making her lose feeling of her lower extremities.
Droite narrowed her eyes at the girl struggling to stay alive. Darkness was leeching from her orange eyes. "You are pathetic!" More scissors floated into the air, joining ranks at Droite's side. "No matter how many times I kill you, you simply regenerate and come back for more! Do you really want to suffer that much?!"
Rio raised her head weakly, blood dripping from her mouth. "Droite… s…stop this…" she begged, her breathing ragged.
The woman had nothing of it. "Kill her," she commanded, and the ten pairs of scissors that made their way to her approached Rio slowly. The girl struggled against the bindings that held her, her eyes growing larger as she watched them get closer.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed right as the sharp cutting tools impacted her body. They all entered through the gash the first one had made, stretching her skin and tearing it to pieces. She could feel the scissors moving inside of her body, slicing through her large intestine and tearing apart her womb. A single pair slid inside of her left lung, ripping through tissue and managing to cut a hole through the skin next to her collarbone. The same pair exited her body cavity and hovered in front of her face. Its blades neared her right eye; with weak movements, she tried to get her head to turn. It wasn't enough, however; the scissors pierced her eye over and over and over, spewing pinkish liquid all over her face as it tore her eye out. The nerves and muscles were still attached to the eyeball as it was dropped to the ground.
"Finish it." Droite turned around, not watching as the remaining pairs of scissors went ballistic and tore Rio in half, dropping her lower body to the ground as the upper half of her torso hung from the chains. Her diaphragm was damaged so badly that her lungs and heart slipped out and onto the floor with a juicy squish.
I don't want to keep doing this, Droite's conscious murmured quietly. The darkness in her eyes waned just slightly. This darkness has corrupted my mind… Rio doesn't deserve to suffer like this. Why? Why do you keep making me do this?
"Fool," the woman growled. "Be quiet. You'll only screw up my plans worse. And besides, that girl is already starting to regenerate; she'll never die as long as you remain here."
Turning around, Droite gazed at Rio's corpse, which was slowly starting to reattach itself together. It wouldn't be long before the Kamishiro girl's suffering would begin again. The Butterfly Duelist smiled, her eyes filling with darkness once more as she began to cackle.
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Kaito was moderately surprised at the sheer strength these warped canines had. Their elongated tongues had mouths and fangs of their own, snapping at Shade's legs. Every now and then, one of the dogs would tear a chunk of rotten flesh off of the woman's body, but she wasn't affected even slightly by it. She slashed at the pack, slicing a couple of their tongues off in the process and cutting into their necks. Blackened blood poured over the white platform, dirtying it beyond repair.
A dog came at Kaito, teeth bared. He dodged and slammed his boot into the animal's spine. A loud crack was heard at the canine went down to the floor, bleeding out from its mouth. Another one ran at him and he slammed the bone weapon he possessed into its ribcage, tearing out its heart in the process.
Shade was busy ripping the head of one of the dogs off with her teeth, meat and fur and blood spilling everywhere. The putrid smell or these creatures nearly made the blonde vomit, throwing him off-guard and unable to move for a split second. Unfortunately, that was just enough time for the last remaining dog to catch him from behind, sinking its teeth into the tail of his coat.
"Get off him, you motherfucking freak!" a heavily accented male voice yelled out, and the weight of the dog was lifted from the back of Kaito's jacket. He spun around just as a blonde teen boy fell from the ceiling and smashed the creature's head into the floor.
Kaito gasped for breath. "Thanks, whoever you are," he said, then nearly choking on his own saliva as the boy straightened out and turned to look at him.
This boy had the same tone of blonde Kaito had. His hair was spiked downwards neatly, as if he had taken the time to brush out the maggots that were strewn on his tattered black jacket. His left eye hung from the socket by the optic nerve, but his right one still held a grey/blue coloration to it. There was a large hole going straight through the middle of his chest, the heart and lungs missing. His skin was grey and in some places sewn together with rusted wire. Like Shade, portions of his body were missing, such as the lower part of his left leg, which had a girl's calf sewn onto his knee. Around his neck, on a necklace, was what appeared to be… oh god, someone's testicles.
"Hey, stranger," the boy spoke, his accent seemingly French. "Y'know, you can stop staring at my balls now. I hung 'em there for a purpose."
"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Kaito snapped, ignoring the boy and shoving him away. "You're disgusting. Why would you be in Droite's mind like this?!"
"I'm her instincts, Kaito," Shade spoke softly, narrowing her orange eyes on him. "Nero here represents her emotions."
Nero nodded. "This darkness has always lingered here, making us look like shit," he explained. "It's only stronger now because it's free."
"But that still doesn't make sense." Kaito shut his eyes and leaned against a pillar. "Droite wouldn't be a nasty person like you two portray her as…"
"Get over it, lovebird," Nero scolded, kicking Kaito in the leg. "She's more fucked up than she lets on. Shit'll only get worse from this point, so I suggest you better start accepting her fucked up mind and fucked up ways and actually grow a pair of balls." He then snickered. "Unless you want mine, of course."
"Quit shitting on him like that, Nero," Shade stated just as a silent steam locomotive pulled up into the station. "C'mon you two, this train leads deeper into Droite's mind."
Nero just laughed, dragging Kaito up and patting him on the back. His shredded clothes resembled the male duelist's own perfectly, except a lot more worn. Nero waved at nobody in particular, letting the other blonde go as they boarded the train.
"Come here, baby," Shade moaned, sitting on one of the benches lewdly. Nero purred and approached her, while Kaito went into a different train car to get his own mind straight.
I don't understand what's happening or what's going on, he thought as he sat down on a plush white seat, but if this is how Droite's been thinking all these years, then something bad must've happened to her. I can only hope that it's nothing too bad…
A/N: Gruesome, gruesome! If anyone requests it, I will change the rating, but I'm thinking chapter five or six will be the latest that I decide to change the rating. Ja ne, and hit that REVIEW button with your nose!