Act 7

Primal Rage

Where am i?

...Who...am i ?

The alarm had sounded within the lab area. Emergency flashing red lights came on and casted everything in a wash of crimson. Computer screens were rapidly blinking on and of and some equipment have begin to short circuit, causing sparks to bloom then fade.

The unconscious body on the steel table has begun to stir and has stopped its jerking. The hand that jutted out with tubes and needles has started to rise in the air and with a swift motion ripped out most of the tubes out of the other arm, eyes flew open, revealing a burning mercury silver underneath. The machine that it was attached to was whirring at an ear splitting point and the tubes were flailing everywhere, electricity was rampant and abound like lightning snakes loose and hungry for a victim to burn. She continued to rip the rest of the tubes out, her face a dead calm. Her eyes were so bright that it looked like white flames.

She was holding onto the wires, even with the electricity surging around like a deadly electrical vortex storm, it didn't seem, to phase her. Somehow her body was almost resonating with it. As if it came from her body rather than the tubes. More machines started sparking, glass tubes exploded, sending shrapnel of glass like javelins sailing into the air, papers rustled and started to catch fire...

The door crashed open and a figure came in.

Ayane's eyes darted to the man that stood at the door, her mind knew this man and immediately her body started to heat up, her vision started to blur even more, everything was red. A sea of scalding unforgivable red. A curios feeling started bubbling up from inside her. A feeling so strong and so... primal. She wanted to hurt him and hurt him bad. A sneer formed on her lips as she dropped what she was holding and walked slowly towards him.

She wanted to maim him with every being of her body.

But why was that though? , her mind wondered in a clouded daze.

The man looked bewildered but his face was full of wonder bordering onto sheer excitement.

"By gods! You really have far exceeded my expectations," the man was saying. He had a cigarette lit in his mouth. "Even though it failed, you turned into something even more glorious!"

She didn't understand this man's speech at all, it just sounded like unintelligible noise to her. Her head was cocked in a question, in a flash, both her hands were wrapped around his throat, her teeth bared like a wild frenzied animal. She was gripping it hard she was curious to see if anything would happen, if anything wold come ot of his mouth if she squeezed harder. Blood spurted out, more red...how boring, she thought.

Then out of nowhere his hand came up infront of her face and she found herself being flung across the room. Oh, this made her angry, it did. She raised both her arms at him, and electricity surged forth like a concentrated charge beam and this time it was her turn to send him flying. The electricity crackled dangerously around her, the currents snapping and crackling everywhere in the air like a mad electrical maelstrom.

The man had been rendered unconscious. She smiled at the satisfaction of this. She walked over slowly to where his body was sprawled. Flames were licking at everything behind her, everything was starting to burn down. Just like how her insides were burning.

She stood over him, the side of his head had a wound that was dribbling blood down one side of his face and his glasses askewed and broken in one lens and parts of his clothes singed. She noticed the fallen cigarette on the ground next to him, smoke was still snaking out of its ember.

I wonder...

Another gleeful sneer on her lips as she picked it up and tucked it into her own mouth and drew in that first drag of nicotine. She liked it.

She grabbed onto his throat again and relished the feeling of wanting to crush and tear his larynx out but then something distracted her in the distance, voices and footsteps.

It flooded closer. Within moments, dozens of men in uniforms and weapons were standing before her, rifles aimed at her at the ready.

"Step away from the scientist!" the voice commanded.

She studied them as a bird of prey would before commencing the next move. She raised her hand and shot that voltage surge to them causing them to drop all their weapons as if they were burned by them, before there was any time to blink, she was upon them all, her hands slashing at their throats and bodies, she ripped them apart as if the were made of threadbare cotton. She was surrounded by a flurry of blood and flesh. It was as if she was dancing in this grotesque confetti-ed flesh and shower of blood. A beautiful dance for dead. Ripping, tearing, splashing everything with that crimson red. And oh, was she enjoying herself. Screams and cries were quickly drowned in a gurgle of blood.

She walked away from the gory, stomach turning mess, hair and hands dripping with the blood that she has shed, she had something gripped in one of her hand, the detached entrails of one the soldiers. She was dragging it as child would with a new toy with wicked smile on her face and a murderous intent blazing in her eyes. "Let's play..."

"STOP IT, Ayane!" a voice broke her concentration and snapped her from what she was doing. "Please, this is not like you, please try and remember," the voice pleaded.

She looked down to what she was doing before, she had both her hands wrapped in a death hold on a youkai man, who was already bloodied and beaten up to an inch of his life, barely clinging on for dear life.

"Stop please."

She felt irritated. She dug her claws in and ripped her victims' throat into ribbons of flesh, almost enjoying the feeling. She tossed her head back and laughed manically.

Fire was roaring around them. They were back in the main halls, she had apparently made her way here and left behind a trail of of strewn bodies and body parts like some sick breadcrumb. They were strewn everywhere the eyes can see. The building was on fire and was dangerously crumbling down. Her laugh rang out like a song of death in the massacre before her. She stood up slowly, claws curled, still dripping with fresh blood and flesh. She laughed harder.

"Ayane, please," the voice was closer. She narrowed her eyes towards this new presence. Her thirst for blood increasing.

This man, though a little injured was clutching his side, some of his long black coat was charred and torn, he was holding a hand out to her in the fiery hell around them, like some messiah for dead. He seems to be the only one standing.

"Ayane."

A stirring in her head made her shut her eyes against the sudden intruding pain. She glared at him through narrowed eyes, why.. why did he seem to have this effect on her.

"Please stop... everyone is dead. Enough..."

"But you're not," she hissed.

"Kill me if you have to, it still wont change anything. I'm only trying to save you from yourself. It's still not too late, I know you can hear me."

Another pang of pain in her head. How dare this insect make her feel like this..., she thought angrily. She won't allow it.

Without hesitation, she lunged for him. He braced her attack with his sword and pushed her forcefully back. He was quick. She felt something warm spreading at her side. She looked down and saw that a big red bloom has started to spread on the the clothes she wore. She touched it, feeling that it was her own injury, then she brought her bloodstained finger to her lips and licked it, a sneer curled her lips with malice.

"Impressive that you were able to cut me," she said to the man. "Is it my turn now?" she cocked her head as she said it.

"By the gods, what has he done to you?" his voice was wracked with what sounded like grief. "Please, Ayane, enough. I don't want to have to kill you, this isn't your fault. Please listen to me," though his voice was pleading but his sword was raised. And this made her angry.

She cried out as she rammed into him so that his sword clattered away and she raised her hands and a bolt of electric ball sent him crashing into the wall behind him.

Bricks and rubble fell down on the man bt somehow he was somehow still starting to get up.

He was stronger than those she had killed.

She was ontop of him in a blink of an eye, she gripped his throat, wrapping sharp talons around the flesh of his neck as he gripped both her hands and tried to no avail to release her grip when suddenly she met his silver eyes, those eyes pleaded with her.

Silver eyes... Something sprang to life inside of her.

She must have loosened her grip because, he manged to wrangle out her grasp and before she could react, he had a gun pointed directly in her face.

"Ayane..."

"Stop calling me that!" She spat.

"Dammit! Please remember. Look, its me, Kogetsu," she flinched at the touch of his hand on hers. "It was that son of bitch scientist Dr. Ni, he made you like this. He made us like this. This was all his doing."

Kogetsu... ..? images floated into her mind.

"Nooo," she cried. What was this feeling swelling in her head. It wasn't a physical pain bt it was growing ever stronger. "They hurt me, you all did," she screamed at him, her scream had an almost metallic noise to it, high and distorted. Something was causing her mind to hurt as if it was going to explode. "Make it stop!"

"They hurt me too, they made me capture you over and over again. Im sorry for ever bringing you to this place. I thought what i did was right," his black hair was softly bellowing behind him from a little breeze that came in, his silver eyes stared straight into hers. He lowered his gun.

She slapped his hand away and raised her hand to slash at him when suddenly something in her far left caught her eye, like a shiny glimmer, her eyes immediately averted to it.

She saw through the wall of flames that danced around the wreckage, she saw another figure. The feeling she had started to throb again.

"Who's there?!" she demanded. Suddenly forgetting the man before her.

She went to that direction as if she was being summoned by it. She didn't like the feeling that this mystery person was giving her. "Who are you!" she yelled.

Something inside her was reacting to it, her heart... felt weird. So did her head. A cold was spreading in her fast beating chest. Was this fear? Is this what she was feeling? Was she afraid? But why?

The figure before her had long black hair flowing like a cape behind her, the little pointed ears were peeking from the long wild mane. It was a woman, with eyes that burned almost white, slitted like a snakes, her tattered clothes were darkened and wet with dark crimson, her pale skin was also splashed in sprays and smears of dried blood, her hands, her hands had long sharp nails like talons, covered in the same dark crimson that covered her clothes, small pearly white sharp fangs glimmered in the slightly parted mouth. A blood splattered beauty. Bt there was something insane that beckoned within those eyes.

What... ?! her mind was at its' limit, she fell to her knees like a deck of cards, something hot was running down her cheeks.

Ayane...

That name... was hers.

In front of her was a mirror...!

That image infront of her.. was herself. She was staring at her own twisted reflection.

For some reason... whatever anger, whatever bloodlust that she had had before had dissipated from her like an extinguished flame. Her head was being flooded by images of what seemed to be her memories.

Her being experimented on, her own body coursing with pain from the treatments she received, being tied p and shackled and hunted and tested on, remembered the scientist's talk about DNA and Mutation... she remembered the sadness the loneliness, the hatred. The hatred had consumed her whole. Leaving no room for mercy

Bt then she also remembered... the sun... the smell of grass and trees and birds chirping, she remembered the beautiful blue sky and the moon and then she remembered laughter. She remembered a kind demon man with eyes like that shone like the moon. She remembered playing with him and him saving her from a fire in her village. She remembered how he had suddenly changed. Became cold and ruthless. But even though he was like that, he still gave her the company she needed. Then she herself was consumed by red. The red that stained her hands now.

Yes, that was her image reflected back at her. Her body crumbled at the the very idea that... that...that she had been, somehow by the perversion of natural laws and science and dark magic, been transfigured into this...this...thing. The very thing she detest the most.

She was a youkai.

"Ayane..." a voice sounded behind her. A hand came on her shoulders.

She stared the field of bodies before her, a sickly sea of blood. She then stared down at her own blood covered hands, with the deadly claws attached to it. her tears falling onto the caked dried blood. Oh dear god... what have i done...?

Her body was moving to her sobs. Her tears came true and flowed just like the river of blood that she has spilled today.

"I-I'm..sorry," she rasped. And she meant it. She could feel the tears that had welled up in her eyes, started to pour endlessly down. "I...killed... them... i killed them all..."she managed through her sobs. Her mind cant even comprehend what she had done, the images of her kills was just too much for her to handle. It felt like her sobs were wrecking her entire body. "I... cant... take this back."

The guilt that crushed her soul was overbearing. She has tainted herself beyond reversal. She was worse than the demons that she thought she hated. A hatred that had been planted in her. An abomination.

"It wasn't your fault," Kogetsu spoke behind her. "I have done things that i wish i could take back too."

"No, it is my fault," she said simply, her voice low and her heart cold. "I wanted to kill them. I wanted it to happen." Her tears were as hot as the flames that was rapidly spreading. "Don't you get it?! I wanted this!" she cried at his look.

"Let me help you!" he yelled at her.

"I am beyond help! Look around you, there is no turning back from this," she said to him as she gestured around them.

"We need to get out of here! Or we will be buried alive," Kogetsu pulled at her shoulders but she smacked his hand away. She glared at him with her tear-stained eyes. "Leave me here," she commanded.

"What?! No!" he yelled. "No, i'm not leaving you here!"

"This is my fate," she said solemnly.

"It doesn't matter what happened anymore. We'll figure it out, let's just go," he tried to grip her again. "It doesn't have to end this way." he pleaded desperately, his silver eyes glistening with the film of tears. "Don't do this."

But this time she raised her hand at him, her eyes filled with a sorrowful determination, "I'm sorry..."

"Ayane, NOOOO!" came his protest as she let out that awful electric surge from her palm, her entire arm reverberated from the sheer power of it, it wasn't aimed to kill him just enough to send him flying far far outside of this building, away from the falling ceiling and flames.

Her tears streamed down her face. She stood up and held the scene before her with burning silver eyes, the scene that she had orchestrated.

There is no justice in this god awful world. No pain too great or joys too short. Memories are all that we cling on to in this acrid land of waste and sorrow. Holding on to the little bit of faith from that fading ray of hope as if somehow it would make a difference.

We have stopped looking under our beds for monsters because we have come to the realization that the monsters resides inside us all along.

Greed and power overflows the already brimming cup. Yet we selfishly yearn for more.

Blood flows in rivers and on the very land we have walked. Lives lost and loves found. But we still find ourselves at the end of this world, pondering and searching for some sort of divine answer.

No... there was no sun for her. Not anymore... she knew this as she accepted her fate. She closed her eyes one last time to wreckage that was crumbling down and allowed every power from her body that she can muster to explode forth in a blinding crashing explosion, she laughed once more at the destruction that she had brought forth and at the soul that she had lost in her sea of blood.

Athor's Note; I almost died writing this chapter. lol took me a week for the words to finally come, i had the scene, just couldn't write it yet. It's here finally. We are finally done this Ayane's past, now in the next 2 chapters we will finally meet the Sanzo party that love so much. YAAY! Sorry, i had to make you guys go through this, it wouldn't make sense if you didn't learn about her past, thank you for your patience. Onwards...!

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