Dark Woods Horror.
Miku.
Miku Hatsune lived on the streets for a year. She had not seen her parents for that year. In fact, she hadn't seen them for two years, since the awful fire that had ruined her house - and life, for that matter. She had then gone to live with her Uncle, who was nearly as awful as the fire. He reminded her every day that he did not like her, and did not want her. She lived with her uncle for a six months, until he lost his job. He told her to go to the homeless shelter, as she was not welcome any longer.
And so, she lived on the streets. She became very thin and pale. Her teal hair was unkempt and dirty, as were her clothes.
The tall man didn't even have to perform an illusion to capture Miku. He didn't have to do anything, really. The tall man approached her, and picked her up, in his strong yet lean arms. The Hatsune girl didn't protest - she was much too desperate. The illusionist took the teal haired girl to her new 'home' quickly, not wanting to stay in public for too long. He didn't like people very much, unless he could benefit from them.
Once inside, the tall man did not need to do anything more, except for dump Miku in a white room. She hadn't seen anything too bad, and her room was pure white except for a beige straight jacket in the corner, and the blood surrounding that corner.
Miku waited in the room. She did not know how long for, and she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was the warmth. The fact that she could feel her fingers again. Her nose had stopped running. The girl wiggled her toes happily, feeling lucky. A man in a white cloak came in and gave her a brand new shirt. It had a big red number one on it.
Later that night, Miku awoke, hearing something. She'd noticed that the place where she was, was very, very quiet. 'What's going on?' Miku thought to herself. She could hear footsteps. If her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, then she could also hear a faint whirring noise.
Miku didn't feel very alarmed. She peeked out of her little window and saw two twins walking down the corridor with a man in a cloak.. They looked familiar, and she realised that she could remember faintly that they had looked out of their little window when she arrived. They both had blonde hair, and as they passed, Miku noticed that the boy had quiet eerie looking eyes. He looked distant.
Miku didn't feel alarmed at all. Until the screaming started.
"Don't hurt him! Leave him be! Let me-" The screams were cut off suddenly, and replaced by an odd gurgling, sobbing sound. Miku pressed herself against the window, though all she could see was white. The twins had been taken to the red room at the end of the corridor. It was the only room that had no window.
Miku heard one more thump, and then the whirring stopped. She didn't feel so lucky anymore.
After that event, things went back to normal. Miku sat in her room all day, and sometimes the tall man would come and tell her stories. A particularly kind cloaked man usually came with him, and sometimes he would tell stories. But, the tall man's were always better. Those two men made her relax, but only very slightly.
However, one day, the kind cloaked man came by himself.
"Come on Miku," he said blandly, pulling on her hand. He was sweating.
"Number….one." Miku insisted, tugging gently at her shirt.
"Come on, number one." The cloaked man corrected himself, leading Miku down the corridor. Miku smiled. She was number one. Her shirt said so.
Finally, after what seemed like an endless corridor, Miku and the man reached the red room.
"Why is there….no window?"
"Some rooms don't need windows." The man explained, opening the door for Miku. She walked inside. The room was - as usual - white. There was a transparent operating table in the centre, with belts and straps at the side. The operating table was dirty looking, a few droplets of blood still lingering upon it.
Behind the table, was a lady, all dressed in red. She had her hands behind her back and the edges of her brown hair was coated with a dark brown mud, that looked an awful lot like dried blood.
Miku stared at the woman.
"Number….one." She repeated, once again tugging gently at her shirt.
The first thing that the lady in red did, was start up her chainsaw. Miku recoiled; the weapon was growling at her. However, Miku was not scared of death. She had been quite sure she had been approaching it, and had nothing left to live for, really.
Meiko, all dressed in red, swung the chainsaw at the young girl in the room, and with a loud crack, it sliced through her head. Miku's body dropped to the floor as the head began to roll towards Meiko's feet. Meiko always noticed that as soon as she killed someone, she began to enjoy it - she did not know that that was part of the tall man's magic. She began to laugh loudly, placing her foot upon Miku's head. The face of the girl was enough to give anyone nightmares - the mouth was still hanging open, and the eyes were lifeless. Flecks of blood rested on Miku's dead cheeks. The heat was already draining away from her.
Meiko then kicked the head away, and it hit the wall. There was another crack. Meiko shrugged; any broken bones could be fixed. The head rolled again, until finally it stopped in a corner, it's face covered by masses of teal hair.
"Well done." The tall man appeared in the room, and clapped. He then helped Meiko rest Miku's body on the operating table, although of course, there was no need to restrain her with the belts and straps.
"What do you want doing with her?" Meiko smirked, her eyes fiery. The tall man rummaged in his pocket, and somehow brought out one goat leg, that was far too big to have been in his pocket. He pulled a surprised face, and stuffed his hand into his other pocket. Another goat leg was found.
He threw the legs at Meiko. "Have fun. I'll be watching."
With that, he clicked his fingers, and was gone.
Meiko stared at the goat legs for a second, before turning to see that in the corner where Miku's head was, there was a tray of knives, thread, needles and various other things. Miku's head was now dripping blood from the neck, and there was a small stick of bone jutting out of her. Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat, went the blood.
Meiko ignored this, and picked up a meat cleaver. She went to the body and paused, thinking.
Then she swung the cleaver down on the top of Miku's left thigh. It cut through the flesh easily. There was little of the pulpy, red meat, so Meiko found the bone quite easily. She then began to saw through it, the bone and saw making loud sounds as Meiko worked. Finally, the woman got through the bone and could easily chop through the rest of the flesh.
She picked up the decapitated leg and looked at it for a second, before tossing it in the corner where the head was.
"Pochi will appreciate that," Meiko said to herself, as she began chop through Miku's right thigh. Soon enough, Miku's legs had both been tossed into the corner.
The leg that she had left was also beginning to drip. Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Tiny stumps of bone protruded from the salmon pink flesh.
"Hardly any meat on this one though." Meiko muttered, picking up a needle and thread. She took one goat leg, and positioned it, so the human bone and the goat bone clacked against each other. Meiko then began to stitch the leg on. She did this for Miku's other leg too.
After that, she shoved the body off the table, and it crumpled on the floor. Miku's new hooves clattered as they hit the ground. The young murdered then placed Miku's head on the table, and closed the head's mouth. It was making her feel uncomfortable.
Miku's eyes stared at Meiko accusingly as she fished around in Miku's head - she'd made a hole with a hammer- and pulled out Miku's brain.
The brain was grey, and dripping. Meiko thought she saw it pulse, but that was probably imagination. Meiko touched it. It felt a little like a rough jelly. She could feel the veins, but what creeped her out was that the brain was still warm.
The tall man suddenly appeared again, making Meiko jump. He looked at the brain, wrinkling his nose slightly.
"Don't fiddle too much. But you can take off this part," he said, pointing to a part of the brain, and tapping it. "This part is the cerebrum. You may chop it off if you want. It controls memory."
Meiko shook her head. She'd had enough copping and cutting for today. She put the brain back into Miku's head, hearing the plop sound it made.
For the first time in a while, Meiko felt a little bit sick. The tall man had disappeared, and she was all alone in the room. A slumped body on the floor, and the sounds were making her crazy. The blood.
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
AN: Kinda, gore-y, right? :L What do you readers all think?;-D
