Chapter 6 - Diabolic Creation // Masei sousakuhin \\ （魔性創作品）

Aya groggily awoke to the light spicy smoothing scent of the ylang ylang candles. Apart from the smell, he saw a haze of orange blending into yellow and indigo fuzziness. Then, a pair of wintry hands glided all over him, numbing his brain. He tried to adjust his vision with less results. All he saw was white. An angelic white among the grey fogs. He tried to speak. Nothing came out. Just a low moan. At the sound, a heavy cramp bite into his stomach and limbs.

"Don't move, Abyssinian."

"Muraki..." Aya murmured, feeling his death hands squeezing his skin.

"You remember me. I'm touched."

Muraki rose slightly to reach for a tiny flask. Aya vaguely saw him pouring a pale golden liquid into his hands before he rubbing them together. Once more, the doctor's death hands were upon him.

"What do you want from me?" Aya croaked. An immense hellish heat was whirling inside his organs.

"You'll see."

Aya felt himself suspended and placed into something icy. Muraki smoothed out his limbs. Something dry and hard was forced into his mouth. Aya did not struggle. He heard a soft click. A thick wet substance touched his toes, then his ankles, knees and upwards till he was totally submerged. Turning his head in the mushy-like substance, he tried to see. Hardly visualizing a solid thing, an incredible heat raced through him, making him feverish, burning him away & stripping him naked. He threw back his head and wrestled with the numerous pain swimming in his head as a wicked force ripped him opened and entered in like a typhoon. As the heat penetrated more, Darkness grabbed his senses, temporarily interrupted by tiny sudden bursts of white light.

Screaming, Aya jolted up, drenched in sweat. Panting for some time, his breathings and heartbeats gradually returned to their normal pace. Still caught up in the lingering nightmare, he looked at his arms. Shockingly, the puncture marks were gone. Rubbing them over and over again, he feared his eyes were tricking him.

"Petrifying, isn't it?"

Aya jumped in recognition of the deep voice. His eyes crawled to a figure sitting at the back, cross-legged. Though his face was hidden in the shadows, Aya knew who he was.

"Muraki."

"I'm delighted you remember me," The doctor merged out of the shadows. "How have you been, my dear Aya?"

"What did you do to me?"

"Don't rushing to the main highlight so soon," He clicked his fingers and a nurse entered. "Nurse, Aya is fit to be discharged. No questions asked."

"Yes, Doctor," the nurse replied cheerfully, giving Aya a set of clothes. Aya spot a small yellow talisman with red letterings pinned into her right ear lobe. He shot a lethal look at Muraki.

"She's a living example of what will happen to your friends if you don't come with me. Change now. I personally chose them for you."

Turning around, Aya complied. Feeling the soft material between his fingers, Aya was forced to admit the doctor did have an excellent taste in clothes. They fit him perfectly, so did the shoes and gloves. The nurse opened the bathroom door. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he saw himself donned in velvet black shirt and pants, an English century collar tuck inside. Finishing the attire was a long trench coat. Its sleeves were white and the middle was light grey. Between the two colours, a dark grey stripes that flowed down and across his chest, linking the horizontal line of the embroidered red cross on his collar.

"It suits you very well," Muraki adjusted the collar to his level of perfection. "Take it as your new attire compared to your last dull black outfit. Black is not an attractive colour as the movies portray." Lifting Aya's chin, "Come with me, Aya. I will show you the things you will never see in your lifetime."

"What do you want from me?"

"You will have your answers when I have mine," Muraki jerked him closer. "Obey me and no harm will come to your friends." The left flock of platinum hair lifted. Aya saw his Vyborg eye, malicious as ever. Aya trembled, wrestling in his thoughts to resist or embrace him though he knew the choice he was going make was inescapable. He closed his eyes.

"A wise choice," Muraki grasped the back of Aya's head and pulled him to his lips, savouring the stupidity of humans easily submitting themselves in the name of Friendship. Sucking Aya's tongue, he bit into it. Warm sweet blood flowed into his mouth. Aya's fingers dug deeply in his crushing arms. He continued his feeding, drawing nourishment into his condemned soul. Aya's fingers started to slide. He craved for more but he knew he had to keep Aya alive. Breaking away, he saw his sweet Aya hanging helplessly in his arms. Carefully, he lay him on the floor.

"Beautiful Aya," He stroked his hair, enjoying the expressionless amethyst eyes. From his pocket, he took out a glass bangle. There were archaic writings on the surface. He put it around Aya's eyes. "Are you the one I'm looking for?"

Then, he heard a click of a handgun.

"Get away from him, you sick lunatic," Rex acidly commanded. "You have caused enough trouble."

"You should have killed me the moment you have the chance," Muraki said emotionlessly. The nurse started to hiss. Her eyes transformed to an ugly yellow with a green lentil-shaped pupil in the middle. "Now, you'll have to deal with her."

The nurse ripped her uniform apart, the peachy colored skin converted into satiny cyanotic encrusted with fan-shaped hyacinth scales encrusted between her legs and cupping around the chest. Sepia elflocks mantled down beside of the curved ears. The ugly yellow eyes set leveled onto the high-cheek boned face. When she parted her azure lips into a snarl, two jagged fangs glinted with her forked tongue. Bending her hands down, a thin rapier broke out from her wrists.

"Aya and I have to go now," Muraki scooped the half-dazed Aya up. "Have fun with her."

Rex fired. The bullets penetrated into the creature's scaly body. It staggered a little but regained its composure. At the damages areas, the skin rippled into miniature mouths and spat out the bullets. Its tickling sounds triggered shock into her.

"What is this?" Rex spluttered.

"The new creations of the future," Muraki dematerialized into the shadows. "Aya will provide me the key to perfection."

"Don't you dare leave!"

Seeing her distraction, the monster shoved its knee into her abdomen. Rex sucked in air at the blow. A rapier divided itself into tiny worm-like features and coiled themselves around her gun, shattering them to bits. Laughing, the monster kicked Rex in the chin, sending her crashing to the wall. It launched forward, aiming for the killer blow. Rex was quicker. She rolled away and wiped out a gun which she hidden in her jacket and fired madly. One of the bullets hit the talisman. At the explosive impact, the talisman broke into shreds. The monster howled. Rex stared, mumbling a verse she used to memorize at Sunday School, as the cyanotic skin crumbled away like ashes and the demonic features withered to its human form. Red fluid oozed onto the floor.

Yoji pulled opened the fridge, took two cans and tossed one to Ken. Opening his, he poured the cool golden liquid into his parched throat without swallowing. The handphone vibrated in his pocket. Inclining his head, he took it out.

"Hi, Yoji," said a sugary voice. "It's Bunny."

"What is it?"

"You're mean," The voice continued. "Don't you like me?"

"I'll like you if you tell what I want to know."

"Work before pleasure, huh? Your doctor is a celebrity in the witchcraft world. He did some voodoo magic on your friend. The paper was handmade with wood pulp, herbs and grounded spices. The ink was mixed with raven's blood and a strand of Aya's hair was used to tie the note up. The wannabes said during the early European times, witches used handmade paper and ink mixed with raven's blood to write a letter to their victims, forewarning them that they are going to kidnap them. The spell will be stronger if the witches are able to get a strand of their hair. Tying the letter with the victim's hair signifies that the success of the kidnap."

"Kidnap? That warlock is coming back for him?" Yoji placed his hand over the speaker. "Ken, call Rex and warn her about it. Yeah, go on. What does he want with Aya?"

"Word is he's searching for someone. A person whom he believes who will give him the key to what he desires most."

"What does Aya have that makes Muraki interested in him?"

"His eyes, Yoji. His eyes are purple. That's a trait no humans have."

"Big deal. So, his eye colour is rare."

"In the witchcraft world, people with purple eyes are descendants of demons who have taken a human bride. Junkie found out the witchdoctor has been purchasing artifacts, related to this myth. Last week, he persuaded the Director of Okaro Museum to sell him the Sapphire statue of Kali, the Hindu goddess of Destruction and Time. The Director turned him down because it was too precious in Archaeology's terms to sell it."

"What does he intend to do with it?"

"Junkie is onto it. He's occupied now. He's having a friendly chat with someone."

"I pity the guy. Thanks, Bunny. Call me when you have more." Yoji slipped his phone into his pocket and turned to Ken.

"What did Rex say?"

Glass cracked under Shuldich's shoes. Stooping down, he picked up a fragment and fingered a thick waxy substance sticking at the jagged end. Bringing it to his nose, he took a whiff. His face screwed at the smell. Wiping it off his fingers, he moved on. Shreds of copper wires hanged limply from the ceiling. Black patches were all over it and on the dented metallic walls. More glass cracked beneath him as he went towards a cupboard. Taking a metal pipe, light enough for him to carry, he wedged it into a crack and pulled out the cupboard's door. At the rotten stench, Shuldch immediately covered his nose. He saw broken bottles containing mushy remnants of what seemed to be human organs. Unable to endure the stench, he turned away. Then, he heard a booming.

"Farfello?"

Shuldich heard a heavy creaking on his right. He turned and saw a door. He went to it, his hands aiming for the knob. He did not feel the knob. Looking down, he saw the door had instead of a ordinary knob, a box with a thin metal opening.

"Damn those modern card keys!" He cursed as he went back for the metal pipe. After puffing and huffing, Shuldich managed to push an opening, sufficient for him and his vodka belly to squeeze in. He stumbled into darkness.

"Where am I now?" He fumbled for something to switched on. At the touch of a cold metal handle, he pushed it down. Blinding lights swept the room. Shuldich squinted his eyes at the brightness and cursed in German. Rubbing his eyes, he found himself standing in front of a row of body tubes. Many of them were broken save for a few. He peered inside and saw slimily snake-like tubes floating in a pool of a waxy substance. He went on and peered into another. An armless distorted skeleton. Judging from the cuts on its black bones, Shudlich could see someone had sliced it off. His eyes trailed down and noticed familiar black patches on its metallic surface. Turning around, he spot the patches as just as the previous room. He turned back to the skeleton.

"Too bad you didn't escape the barbeque."

Then, he noticed an rectangular object lying on a metal table. It was a book. Gently, he flipped opened its brown cover. Ashes crumbled in his fingers. Majority of the pages were blackened, leaving bits of words, which Shuldich hoped he could decipher.

Day... Resistance... took... behave... Subject... darling... beautiful eyes... thirty-one... violent... resistance... recover...

Aya... he... cells... unstable... Farfello...

"Yes, you bastard! What did you do to Farfello?"

Cybe... pain... unpredictable...risk.. kill... danger... Aya... terminate Farfello...

"Terminate..." Shuldich murmured as the book disintegrated in his hands. "Farfello never like anyone to mess him up." He pushed away a plastic curtain that fell in front of him. "When I find him, witchdoctor, you're going to..." He stopped at the sight of a fully intact body tube. Half burnt talismans were pasted on its opened glass cover. Shuldich put his hand inside. Surprisingly, his skin felt the freezing cold. Removing his hand, he saw tubes of hideous proportions plugged at the sides, connecting themselves to machines. They were battered and dented like crushed cans. Damages a fire could not do.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Shuldich spin at a screeching cry, trying his best to see something within the limits of his night range. A clanging. He shifted right. Another clanging. He shifted left. Sweat rolled down from his armpits as he stood completely still. Another screeching cry, much higher-pitched than the previous, resounded. Shuldich turned.

The last thing he recalled was a pair of monstrous hands wrapping around him and pulling him into a deeper level of darkness.

To be continued

GeneWeiß's Mind:-

Muraki created Aya's Glühen outfit? laughs This fic is going to end pretty soon and hopefully, GeneWeiß is able to cook up a suitable ending for an insane psychopath like Muraki.