An/ I did not create this story, my best friend Aiden did. She asked me to post it for her, because the kid is too lazy to make her own account. Blood, Music and Hate. That's all we need to live in this place, where fear, hate and war should only be. Thanks and happy reading! Eli.
The Birthday Massacre
(Chapter 6)
"You lie! That can't be true, Aiden can't be dead!" Hitomi screamed as much as her small voice allowed her to. She was crying so hard that her face had turned red. Takumi and Yutaka were the first ones to have noticed the body and they knew how much pain this would have caused her. So they burned it before she was to notice. Aiden had died in one of the few ways vampires ever did- by love of Daisuke.
What Aiden never knew was that Hitomi had too loved him with all her heart, Aiden, that is. She had spent her whole life looking after him and watching him. That is why she had become the group's bass player, out of love for him. His sudden death had ripped her heart as Aiden's had been torn when he had found out Daisuke was dead. She pushed them both out of her way and extended her wings. They were a purple color and you could see part of bones through the soft membrane. She set off to flight and went into the dark sky.
"Do you suppose she'll be OK?" Takumi asked.
"Maybe….but I'm not sure. What do you suppose we do?"
"I don't know. I feel sad for Aiden's death too but I think it'll be sadder for the people."
"What do you mean by that?" Yutaka asked curiously. A smirk spread across Takumi's face.
"Ever since I have known Hitomi, she takes out her feelings on other people. Her anger and sadness make for a bloody massacre."
"This ought to be fun." They both laughed in a melancholy and hypocritical way.
Hitomi landed in a graceful swoop at the top of the building. She had stopped crying and her pale color had returned. Something in her head happened. Like an override or something of the sort. The wrong bone was cracked.
She giggled to herself until her lungs hurt. Vampires didn't have to breathe. It was just a bad habit, really. She smiled and froze her face in that form. She climbed down the side of the house and looked through the window. A girl was there.
She was a little tall and had her light brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. A pink ribbon held it in place. She wore a brown jacket and had a dark blue shirt on with light blue jeans. She had a slender body, somewhat like a young ballerina's. She was smiling, and you could see her braces. She was getting ready for dinner and was setting the table. From the sound of it, her parents were still upstairs. Hitomi knocked on the door.
The young girl opened and smiled. "May I help you?"
"I am a friend of your parents. They are expecting me." She looked curiously at Hitomi for she wasn't expecting anybody. Nonetheless, she stepped aside and showed her in.
"So, what are you doing? I will wait here for your parents if you don't mind." Hitomi sat down and smiled in an exaggeratingly way. The girl just stared.
"Right", she said, "I am preparing for dinner."
"And tell me, do you dance?"
"Yes, I dance ballet."
"I could tell from your healthy eating choices. Do you eat meat at all?"
"Sometimes, but not much."
"I think you should like to try some." Hitomi pulled out a gun and looked at the shocked girl. Someone from upstairs called her up, Moriah? It had sounded that way. She shot the girl before she could scream, then said, "Mustn't be rude and leave the job unfinished." Hitomi took out two plates and laid the girl's deformed head in one. You could see the brain trying to keep up pulsing. The tissues were like layers of rock, only bleeding. She cut off a piece of the girl's arm and set it in another plate. She placed the body in the middle. After she was done, she licked the blood off her fingers, smiled, and left the house for the screams to sail on.
She traveled on to the next house. It wasn't really a house but apartments. Jasmine apartments, the sign read. She walked in and chose a random apartment home. There was another girl inside. Her parents were not home. She was wearing a black hoodie and some blue jeans and sneakers. She had some eyeliner on and had long orange- red hair. She was listening to music and doing her homework. Music.
For a moment, something that seemed like remorse and realization passed over Hitomi's face. But only for a moment. She looked at her reflection in a small pool of water beside the house. Impeccable. She looked around for something. There was nothing outside that she could use. She quietly stepped inside the house through an open window. The apartment was nice and smelled of perfume. She stepped into the kitchen and opened a drawer. Eating utensils were piled, one on top of the other. Right off to the side was a large knife, the type you might find in a butcher's shop for cutting off heads. Perfect.
She took the knife and gathered a few more things around the house. When she was done she set them all down on the table: safety pins, the knife, a pool of thread, and a needle. She picked up the knife and pulled her lips into a distorted smile, one that showed some of her teeth but not the others. She smashed the knife into her face.
She pushed it deep into her cheek bone and cut off the cartilage on her nose. The top of her nose fell to the ground. Blood dribbled down her face and stained everywhere. She made incisions in various places on her face and then used the safety pins to hold up the skin and pin it to her eyes. She ripped apart the cheek bone and penetrated both the eyes and the tissue with it. Now the cheekbone was left uncovered to see the pink slabs of tissue falling off. She reached with those sharp, thin nails of her into her eyes. She made a horrified face when the eye finally came out with a squishing sound. It was still attached to a tendon and she let it hang freely on her face. Using only her feel, she took the needle and thread in her hand and sunk it into her lips. One by one, she closed her lip firmly shut until she could no longer breathe. The stitches made a series of X's on her lips like squares on a checkerboard. She let the needle hang loosely on the side of her lip and she smiled like a monster. She had destroyed the beauty anybody would die to have and made herself a deformed cannibal. It reminded her of "The Hills Have Eyes", only even more gruesome.
She trudged upstairs, stepping in her blood as she went, making it sink into the carpet. No amount of vacuuming would ever get it out. She went into the room were she heard loud music playing. She would have done anything to see the girl's face when she entered the room, but that would be the price she had to pay.
Carmen, as her name happened to be, looked at her without moving. There was a moment when tears filled Carmen's eyes from the ugliness of it all. The vomit held deep in Carmen's stomach rose up to the surface and spilled out. The monster just smiled. Carmen backed up against the wall and started breathing very hard. She sank into her knees and stared with very wide eyes at her death.
Hitomi wasn't very patient anymore; she desired death, longed for it. She threw the knife still in her hand and it crushed the girl's skull with a satisfactory crunching sound. The wall bled, or so it seemed when the body was removed from the wall and thrown down the stairs. It lay there, open and bleeding on the bottom of the steps. Hitomi walked down the steps slowly and stepped over the corpse like a child might step over a pretty flower. She turned and put her hand to her lips, then blew the dead body a kiss. She threw her head in the air and laughed. Then was out the door once more.
Something hard caught her arm. She was swung around and she found herself looking at Takumi's face. Takumi let her go instantly. He backed away and stumbled down. His face was twisted into both sadness and horror at her now deformed face. Yutaka had his mouth opened, wanting to say something, but not knowing what. He shut his eyes tightly and leaned his head against a tree. "Why did you do that? Why!?" Takumi screamed at her, still from his place on the ground. His face was pale, just from all the anger. She reached to her lips and tore all the seams, eating the needle.
"I have to do what I have to do." She responded calmly, as a student might respond to a teacher.
"You didn't have to do it and you know that!"
"Who are you to come and tell me what I should and shouldn't do?"
"Your friend." He said with something that sounded like disappointment. She chuckled to herself.
"No, you were my friend. Not anymore, I have no use for people. Now, leave me alone." Yutaka pounded his fist against the tree and slid down to the ground. Takumi got up, swept the dirt off his knees, and grabbed Yutaka by the arm.
"We should leave." He whispered to him. Yutaka got up and followed him, still holding his hand. Yutaka would never have imagined of this day coming. Aiden dead, Nobou free, Hitomi disgusting, and Takumi and him the only two with some sanity left. Tears streamed down his face as he knew why this happened. This child escaped and music was broken, life was broken.
Hitomi watched them disappear and spit were they once were. The spit came out as blood, though. She clawed at her arm with her nails, making the skin tear off bit by bit. There were splotches on her skin of blood that allowed view of the bone beneath. She hated herself and her body, she just needed to kill.
Anything near her would die as soon as she touched it, be it a rose or two simple people walking. When she came to look at two people sitting on a bench, talking and laughing, her eyes saddened. She had always had the illusion of being Aiden's love. She wanted to know how love felt, but no one would allow her the chance to do so. The two people's laughter was like the bell of execution for a prisoner. It rang on in her ears, somehow mending the bone that had been cracked. She opened her eyes and looked at herself.
Bloody, cut, dead, loving, and hating…a monster. She had nothing to show the world now, not even music. What use would anyone have for her? She laid down against the backside of the bench were the two people were sitting without disturbing them and took the safety pin off her face. The piece of meat obediently followed gravity and fell down were it should have remained. She held out her bare wrist and looked at the light blue veins. They were beautiful indeed. They reminded her of blueberry juice being squeezed into a cloudy eye. Or of what she had so many times already sunken her teeth into. It was like tasting birthday cake ice cream: even though it might taste too delicious for you to resist, in eating it you have ruined the person's birthday party.
She drove the teeth of the pin into her vein and watched the red blood gush out through the little hole the pin had made. The blood trying to gush out were her emotions piling on top of each other, needing to get out. This small little outlet would allow her to do so, it felt terribly good. She removed the pin head and scratched a last goodbye message on her arm. Watching the blood file out, she closed her eyes, smiled one last time, and let death take over.
The people on the bench felt a sudden jolt as something behind them moved. The girl with long black hair and warm skin tone peeked over and saw the body. It was laying half on the bench and half on the floor in a strange way. Blood surrounded her entire body, like ants protecting their queen. Except these ants was the cause of the queen's death. The boy with straight black hair and golden eyes looked over when the girl gasped. "Look! A dead body."
"Do you know….uh…it?" The body was so messed with that he couldn't even recognize if it was a boy or a girl.
"No, but looked what's on her wrist." The boy turned and saw letters and Japanese characters scratched on it. The girl was not from Japan so he told her what it read.
"It says, 'I'm sorry I would doubt the truth but I'm a monster.'"
"How strange," added the girl and the boy nodded in agreement. "We should call the police." They turned around and the boy used his cell phone to call the police. Another movement made them turn to look at the body again. The boy dropped the cell phone and they both backed away. Their eyes opened in surprise. The body was gone. The only thing left was trails of blood of were it had been.
The operator answered the phone. "Hello? This is the police. Hello? Is anyone there?" She continued trying for several more moments before she hung up. No one answered. Ever.
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