Chapter Fourteen
Revenge isn't so Sweet

It is Noon.

Everyone jumped out of their seats in concern for me. They were talking loudly but I heard nothing, like they were speaking another language that was blurred. I could only see the face that filled me with so much hatred. Holding, kissing, caring for what was mine. Giving me that glare of jealousy the first day of school.

I returned to my feet as quickly as I could. I stood there, probably with a crazy look in my eye as I was in a threatening stance, my legs apart and my fingers crooked. They were coming closer, trapping me. I can't be trapped, not now. I pushed Gumi to the ground to give myself clear passage to the door. I bolted out and down the street, my name being called in fear behind me. The wind was brisk against my bare face, but I had one goal in mind that wasn't that of a normal girl's thoughts.

I am not normal.

I am Hatsune Miku.

I am an android, my purpose is to sing.

But right now, as I am human, my purpose has changed to that of evil and destruction. Now that I have my memory, what's happening to me? These are not feelings I usually feel. Something has a hold on my actions, but it cannot stop the flow of regular thought.

My legs kept going, but I didn't know where. I felt empty and lost, yet I wouldn't stop. Soon I was in front of a house I hardly recognized. I can't remember who owns it.

Temptation. Forcing me. I walked up the driveway to the porch, up the few steps and to the door. I lifted my shaking hand and placed it upon the doorknob. Without wanting to, I turned it and slowly pushed open the door, which squeaked from age. I stepped inside and immediately heard a woman humming a gentle tune I hadn't heard before. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen, and that's where I went next.

A woman a bit taller than me was standing in front of the sink, cleaning a dish. She wore a white tank top and a red skirt, no shoes. Her brunette hair relaxed on the sides of her head, stretching only to her shoulders. She was shaking her hips in beat with her humming, not getting much of her work done.

Suddenly the sound of my breathing changed to a mixture of growling and wheezing. It didn't sound like me, but more like an angry guard dog. Yet, I knew it was me. I was paused in an attack-like, only a few feet from the happy-go-lucky woman. Hearing the noise I was making caused her to slowly put the plate she was holding down. She turned with much caution, intense fear in her eyes, yet when she saw me her expression changed to that of someone who wanted to laugh.

"Miku, what the hell? What are you doing in my house, and why are you making that noise?" She asked, a smirk upon her lips. She put a hand on her hip and shook her head. "Are you here because I stole your man?"

My body jerked forward, but I had enough control to catch myself. I can't control anything, but suddenly I spoke. "Meiko stole Kaito from me," I said. However, it wasn't me. It was the Slenderman's voice, but my mouth was moving. I wanted to run but I couldn't do anything. I wanted to warn Meiko, but my body just took a few steps towards her. She looked very afraid and kept saying my name. She took a few steps back until she hit the sink.

I felt things come from my back. Black things. Evil things. The Slenderman's things. I have his tentacles and they are coming from me. They attacked Meiko.

I am the Slenderman.

"Miku!" Luka called, her hands cupped over her mouth to make her voice echo farther.

"Sis!" Mikuo yelled, all of his movements done in panic.

They were wandering the streets in which they think Miku went. They all looked like they were on the verge of tears, worried for their loved one. One of them was already crying.

"Oh God, where is she?" Len cried quietly. His arms were limp at his side and he stared straight ahead, walking that direction and ignoring everyone else. Kaito came up behind him and put his hands on his shoulders, shaking him roughly.

"Len, snap out of it. You're not helping," he stopped shaking Len, whispering quietly and gently, as if his own words would cause both of them pain.

"It's all my fault," Gumi's tears drained down her face, "if I didn't come this wouldn't have happened." She pinched the part of the jacket over her belly, twisting it in her hands as she bit her lower lip.

"No, it's not, stop beating yourself up," Gakupo hugged her close. Mikuo walked over and pulled her away from him, holding her as she began crying into his shoulder.

"She has to be around here somewhere," Luka stressed the words coming out of her mouth. She looked both ways over and over while turning around in circles, not really going anywhere. She was panicking but tried to be strong, trying very hard to not cry.

Suddenly Kaito stopped moving. He exhaled sharply. Everyone turned to him (except Gumi since she was crying into Mikuo) and stared. "I think I know where she is," he said slowly. Without hesitation, he started running in the direction he thought Miku went, and everyone followed behind him as fast as they could.

They arrived and Meiko's house, the front door cracked open. No one moved for a whole minute, in fear of what was inside. Then, Kaito stepped up and pushed the door open, it creaking loudly as he did.

"Hello?" He called out once he stepped inside. Everyone soon followed behind him. "Miku? Meiko?"

The floorboards squeaked as he stepped forward. Then Gumi screeched loudly, and everyone turned and looked at where she was pointing. Blood was seeping out from under a door. Gakupo ran to it and opened the door, the door to the kitchen.

The site before him was hard to bear. Meiko was on the floor, leaning against a counter. She was bleeding badly from one arm, and other small, bleeding injuries swept her body. She coughed and moaned, trying to look up at those in the doorway. Luka pushed passed Gakupo and ran to Meiko's side. She knelt down next to Meiko and held her head up.

"What happened to you, Meiko?" Luka asked quickly, stricken with intense fear.

"M… Miku…" She managed to blurt out from the blood that filled her mouth, and coughed again.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Luka shouted while standing. Len grabbed his phone and dialed the three digit number.

A half an hour later, Meiko was being driven off to the nearest hospital. Everyone was silent as they watched it go, glad that the police didn't get involved to question what happened. They slipped back into her house, and began searching everywhere for Miku. Eventually they found her sleeping in Meiko's bed, completely untouched while the covers where over her, looking normal except for the rips and holes in the back of her shirt.

What happened? Where am I? I'm without clothes, and there is nothing but blackness everywhere. I'm scared, what's going on?

"I didn't think you'd regain your memory so quickly," the voice boomed. I knew immediately who it was. It was the Slenderman. "You have wonderful friends; I was thinking your loss of memory would last at least a year. Not even three days. That kind of upsets me, but I should have known better, after all, you are the most powerful woman alive."

I couldn't respond, my mouth wouldn't move. I had no control over my body, only my eyes and my thoughts, just like before everything went black. What happened to Meiko?

"Your friends saved her life, in case you were wondering," he answered like he could read my mind. "If it wasn't for your ability to resist, she'd be dead. But you overthrew me, didn't you?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, finally regaining my mouth and voice.

"Did you… somehow lose consciousness?" He sounded as if he were talking to himself for a moment. "Of course. It only makes sense that you'd be able to tap into your strongest power while asleep. Well, after the last thing you remember, you used your power to chop off my tentacles after I only cut her once."

"Come out and fight me!" I shouted, ignoring most of what he was saying. I still couldn't move anything but my eyes and mouth.

"I'm afraid, you're in a sleeping state now," he chuckled. "Besides, we wouldn't want to scare your friends."

"You coward! You have no idea what it's like to have friends!" I retorted loudly and assertively, having no idea why I said that last part.

Suddenly there was a long, low, and deep growl. Then he was in front of me, quickly striking my arm, and disappeared as fast as he came. My hand immediately covered my deep and bleeding wound that developed from that hit.

"I have nothing to fight with! End this here, now. If you win, I'll let you use me for anything you want. If I win, you must leave and never return. Not for me or anyone else who lives," I set the rules for the much needed fight, hoping he'd agree.

"Fine," he hissed. Suddenly I was clothed, and provided with a dull sword. "Fight with that or nothing."

I wrapped my hand around the handle, then put myself in a fighting stance. When I was in second grade, Gakupo taught all of us how to use a sword. It took him over two years to teach us properly, but I'm so grateful that he did. I hope this sword is enough, though it's worn and rusty.

"Let the battle begin," his voice echoed loudly, sounding as he were pleased.

"Hey, look!" Luka pointed at Miku's arm.

"That wasn't like that before," Len assured her, leaning over to get a better look.

"What's going on? Why is she bleeding now?" Kaito asked no one particularly as he took Miku's wrist and twisted her arm slightly as to see the wound better.

Everyone crowded around the bed and watched her resting body carefully. Suddenly, another wound slashed itself onto her cheek and started to drip with blood.

Luka left the room and came back with a roll of toilet paper. She rolled up a group of squares and placed them over the wounds. "Meiko doesn't have a medical kit," she said to herself. "What person doesn't have a medical kit?" She had to keep replacing the paper bandages, as the wounds wouldn't stop bleeding.

"Ahh, see her forehead?" Gakupo pushed up Miku's bangs. "That bruise just appeared."

"That's the worst bruise I've ever seen," Gumi inspected, worry in her voice.

Mikuo got on his knees and laid his head on Miku's stomach. He began sobbing and whispering slurred words. The only thing that came out correctly was the painful question "What's happening to my baby sister?"

Gumi knelt down next to him and wrapped her arms around him to try to comfort him. Len sat on the edge of the bed furthest from Miku. He stared at the floor and said nothing. Kaito, Gakupo, and Luka crowded around Miku, watching wound after wound appear on her. Soon, cuts beneath her clothes began soaking them with blood.

"That's it. Can I get someone to run to the store and get a medical kit? She's bleeding way too much and there are too many wounds for me to keep a cycle of toilet paper on. We need to stop the flow and I need bandages," Luka looked around the room for a volunteer. She paused, staring at Len's back. "Kaito, take Len with you to the nearest store."

"Len? But…" Kaito tried to protest.

"Go! This is Miku we're talking about, damn it!" Luka stomped her foot and stared into Kaito's soul with fiery eyes. She was dead serious. She only got this way when she was fully fearful for someone, and right now she was crying with worry on the inside for Miku.

Kaito said nothing more and walked out of the bedroom door, Len following without a word. The only sound in the room was Mikuo's sobbing and the quick but loud sound of the front door slamming. Luka looked back at Miku.

"Please don't die on me, I need you," her eyes filled with tears. "I'm trying to be strong for you, but damn it, you have to be strong for me, too. Get through this for me, please, I'm begging you. I love you, Miku." Her hands trembled as she pressed on yet another roll of toilet paper on yet another wound.

Gakupo tried helping by speeding up the process of the cycle, trying not to get in Luka's way. Gumi took Mikuo downstairs to try and calm him down and make room for Luka as she worked feverishly at covering everything. Tears leapt from her eyes and fell upon Miku's clothes, but she was completely silent, working like her and Miku were the only living things in the room.

"Miku, please…" Luka's voice shook as she whispered those few words, not stopping or hesitating for a moment.

The Sun falls and the Moon rises.