House of the Lamb
Chapter Four
IV
"W-what d-d-do you want?"
"A new companion."
Hinata's eyes fluttered open and she stared numbly around her, a bright light was in her face and she squinted her eyes at it. She lifted her arm to block it out of her eyes but found she couldn't lift her arm at all. Blinking in confusion, she listened to the small clatters of metal and she turned her head to the source of it. She saw silver tools, jagged and smooth edges; a few covered in blood, bright and red and vivacious. The slick and sticky fluid dripped down slightly, beading and falling as though gravity had slowed itself. She blinked once more and turned to the pale hand grasping at on silver utensil, and followed it up to a black covered arm.
Curiously blank rust colored eyes regarded her silently. She stared back, unable to say anything to him, his eyes trailed down and she fought a shiver. She looked down to where his eyes had traveled and discovered that her entire left breast was covered in the same fluid that stained the tool he was holding. She stared at the thick brown leather straps that were decked with large silver buckles, the straps wound around her arms, waist and legs.
She shivered when she felt the cooled liquid dribble down her ribs. She had no decency and she wondered why, she was completely naked in front of this man who'd obviously made her bleed like this. Her eyes rolled back to him and she opened her mouth to speak, finding her tongue numb and feeling much too swollen to speak properly. "It was a sedative to prevent pain." He spoke and feeling her mind betray her, the small anarchy of rising panic died away like the evening's sun turn to night. The tool in his hand was a scalpel; she recognized it as such; used as a medical utensil normally. The small blade drew over her skin, she watched it detachedly as it drew a pattern, running through her pale skin stained crimson and through the blood that ran from the wound he was making, carving into her.
He looked up from his work, pausing momentarily to stare back into her dumbly inquiring eyes, pale opal shining in the bright light of his workshop. "Your eyes can see into someone's soul. What do you see in mine?" he questioned and it struck her as such an odd question. She watched the small blade run through her soft flesh, causing more bubbles of blood to rise. Her eyes sought his, feeling the prickle of veins threaded out from her temples. Rust colored eyes met hers for only a moment in reality before turning back to his work on her body. To her however, it felt like an eternity before he turned away, a starkly grinning wolf watching a nearly empty pasture from behind a lamb's still bloodied coat, a red moon hiding behind dark clouds, a maroon colored scorpion near the water's edge with a swaying tail and clicking claws. She gasped and tossed her head to the side at the sights that invaded her mind and danced around joyously.
The sedative was wearing off and she felt millions of needles penetrate her soft hide. She whimpered and turned her face up to his once more; pleading, but her mouth couldn't form words. She saw his mouth momentarily twitch. "You already know what I want from you, you just have to accept it…" the blade drew another line of the same spot and she let a small shriek out. "Hush…hush…" his free hand wound through her soft hair and dragged nails lightly over her scalp, as one would calm a hysteric pet.
Her voice was a whimpering and quivering mess, then the blade drew away, a line of sticky red fluid following its drawback from her, trailing over her skin. She whimpered again and tried to move her left arm, the one closest to him. A white rag that was damp was produced from a metal tray, squeezing a little water out of it; he drew it across her breast gently. "I caught you at a good age. Fifteen or sixteen approximately which gives you a little leeway for growing…" he was talking about her like a prized horse to be broken in. She watched his hand wipe the blood away, and saw a drawing covering her breast. Hinata watched him move away slowly, things making small noises on the table beside her before a long syringe was produced. It was filled with a clear liquid. "It's a remedy…for the ink." He spoke softly, hand brushing away a few stray specks of blood on her collarbone before the needle went through her flesh. "Wouldn't want an infection…" he remarked before the liquid made its mark on her.
She made a small noise in the back of her throat at the slight pain it caused. She shook her head from side to side at the queer feeling that followed the injection, nausea and illness. Hinata blinked when her vision blurred and the white, white light burned her optics. They roamed over back at her captor, a bottle of black – with what looked to be- ink swirled in the small jar with a corked with a stopper. The damp rag was there again, wiping away at what redness lingered and a new syringe went through the top, drawing liquid from it. The needle was removed and instead placed over her wound, the black liquid running through whatever open sliced flesh there was. She screamed, arching up while pain laced through her achingly.
The ink burned, branding her with whatever etchings he'd made on her flesh. It felt like fire laced through her blood, seeping into her like a poison. It raced beneath her skin unheeded and she felt herself begin to thrash, arching and continuing to scream. Rust eyes held hers while his hand held one shoulder down, "A new companion…to be made…" he murmured. Her eyes shut tightly and he held her down firmly, not allowing her to move or squirm despite the pain. "It will be gone soon, and once this is done, you will thank me." It seemed to be said more to himself more than he speaking to her. It slowly receded like a low tide retreating from white sand and rocks, it rippled away, leaving her twitching, her cheeks wet with salt liquid and gasping breath. "You of all people…should know what it's like."
Her eyes sought his once more and held the rust colored blood, "The feeling of willing to die in order to feel alive. You will feel alive and that will make…" he trailed off, but she knew the ending. Make you loyal to the creator. He who created you is thy master. The resurrected obeys the necromancer because they…have nothing more to live for except the savior's breath and beating heart.
His eyes held hers still, his hand moved from her shoulder back up to her head, running cold fingers through her hair delicately. Hinata's breath wheezed out uncomfortably. The needle was gone from his hand and she didn't care to notice where it was; only that it was slowly undoing the clasps that held the binds which she couldn't escape from. Hinata felt her vision blur, closing her eyes she saw a white lily drooping from the edge of a pond, the wickedly curved stinger of a red tail rising above the flower before puncturing the soft heart of the white plant.
She heard the last of the clasps being undone and she allowed her lids to slide back, wanting to see what had engraved on her; now feeling malice and wrath haunt her like the memories of a forgotten ghost weeping in the corner. She sat up shakily, nearly falling on her back once more without his hand to support her. Her vision faded before sharpening once more, a black blot stained her skin; a curling tail with a malicious looking stinger and a body with claws at the ready. She stared at it for a moment longer, carefully written kanji spelled out the word 'possession' alongside the animal over her breast. She had no tears left and her insistent body forced her back down, back touching the now freezing metal table.
Twin opal moons closed like the break of dawn and Hinata drew in a shaky breath; knowing what the tattoo he'd hand crafted for her was for. The purpose was twisted, a complete hazard that called for anarchy against all her morals and country. She exhaled and listened to her chaotic thoughts that she didn't know whether they were coming or going, what was wrong was right and what was right was unacceptable.
Cold corpse fingers touched her lids softly; a voice murmured in her ear gently, beckoningly, "What you see…does it frighten you at all?" Frighten her? It terrified her for numerous reasons; she was coercing with a devil of the forest, she'd betrayed her family, she didn't know what was next and…how wonderful it must be to be needed by someone. What was it like? To have someone who needed you, no one else but you would do? Tie the rope around her and let the stool fall from under her; hope that she won't be long. Listen to her breath die away sweetly and wish her a good death. Kill her quick and prevent her from living with the poison that will rot her from the inside out.
Her head turned towards him, and she felt fingers run through her hair slowly, nails scrapped her scalp. Her oblivion was interrupted, "The pendulum has begun to swing and time is running out. How far will you go to serve the only one who has any use of you?" he whispered to her. The blackness that surrounded her in her near unconsciousness fell like a warm hand stroking a sick child's forehead. His voice was near her ear, breath tickling her skin, "How far?"
Wandering soul don't listen to the siren's calling, turn your boat away from the rocks. Hist, hush and close your ears – turn your boat away. Sweet lies disguising venomous truths – fall prey to the dark depths of the underworld.
Hinata didn't listen to Sasori after that; both knew the answer to that. The unasked questions lingered heavily in the air, hinted at but never said bluntly. There was so many that would go unanswered and unneeded, necessity fell away much too long ago and gave way to the want – desire much of like which would destroy all of mankind. How far will she go? How much will she bleed? How much will she bow her head and bite her tongue? What will she become? Who will she become? Where would this lead her? Will she stay? What will happen?
Hinata let her body fall limp beneath the comforting hand (though she wanted to rip it away from her, still feeling the twinges of electrifying pain in the recesses of her body). Sleep would take over and answer for her though he already knew the answers to all those questions and many more. He had been right in choosing her, she mused before she fell asleep. Of course, a crafty wolf would hunt for the sick and weak, taking them away in a waiting, gaping and salivating jaw beneath the cover of the night where nothing would care to listen to a quiet and soft bleat. The blinding light didn't bother her anymore when exhaustion took over again, cold fingers brushing over her face, nails scrapping over her skin. The weak always fell prey, she supposed; it was destiny and foretold; preordained and inescapable.
The weak would serve the strong and it was natural…the sheep kept the wolves strong, kept them alive and without them they would amount to nothing in the end, save for cannibalistic snapping jaws with thick fur and greedy eyes.
Dinner is served.
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Huzzah! The finale of Act One! Next Chapter will be Act Two people...
I had no clue what to do with this for the longest time and FINALLY…I found and listened to one song (Starlight) by Muse throughout this entire fiction that got my brain kicking again. Leave me a little love…or hate…whichever is fine. I'm just a plain review whore…XD –sweat drops-
Miss0Made, Act Two will have a lot of surprises so you'll find your answers in there…and thank you for the huge review! X3
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Steely-Toast, yes…This is a weird 'pairing'….not sure if it's actually a pairing at all actually…but I'm glad you liked it so much, hope this was pleasing to read as well.
biyatch, yeah…Mine isn't all that creative but hopefully it's not as repetitive as some other ficlets…and I'm glad you dropped a review. As for the inspiration part? …Well….I wasn't paying attention in math class as I recall and thus spawned the monster. Oh bother.