Little nightmares 3: Triple threat

by zman123

Takes place after both Little Nightmares 1 and 2: Six. Many adventures. Even more close calls. Few companions. Left to their grim fates despite the kindness they showed to whom they presumed to be their first good hearted friend in the cruel world, something best left undisclosed for the heartbreak that even thinking upon them brought Six. Or so Six thought. until now. Six X Seven.

5. How Six met Raincoat girl

Little nightmares 3 triple threat

Chapter 5: The loving relationship between Six and Raincoat girl.

Japanese Kanji to English translations.

Konichiwa: Hello

Arigato: Thank you

Kuninasai: Sorry

Thanks for reading.

Six pov

I walked a lonely road.

The only one that I had ever known.
Never knowing where it went, only that it was home to me and I walked alone.
I walked an empty street. On the boulevard of broken dreams.

My shadow was the only one to walk beside me. My shallow heart was the only noise to occupy the painful
silence that grew more torturous with every step I took down a line that divided me somewhere in
my tender young mind, that had already witnessed trauma enough to scar me for eternity.
The loneliness was suffocating.
There were times I had to stop just to check my vital signs to know I was even still alive.

Leaving Five was the hardest decision I had ever made in my life, but by the time I regretted my
choice it was far too late to go back.
Oh how I remember the last night when I looked upon her sleeping form knowing full well the
heartbreak that awaited my dear sister when she woke to find I had silently slipped away.
How I felt as if my heart would explode from my chest as I could not help but bend down to kiss
her goodbye even as she let off another quiet, pained snore.
Finding food had become increasingly difficult especially with our parents gone, and the two of
us being the frail young children we still were.

I anxiously left when a rumble of my nearly empty belly threatened to betray me to my dormant twin who
deserved better than me as her dishonest sibling of decietful wastefulness.
A greedy devourer who needed far more food than we could ever find in the forsaken wasteland we
wandered. I would only slow Five down, if I didn't accidentally savagely turn on her first in my
inevitable starvation. I could not imagine such a cruel fate for my final family member.
I was determined to do anything to save her from myself. Even if it meant that I would never again
hear her melodious voice that had been my source of all gladness that healed my sadness.

Her music that only she and she alone was capable of making through her heartfelt fiery passion
that had always warmed my cold fear away in the darkest of nights.
Her music that still called to me even to this day with voice divine.
I see, or rather hear her when I fall asleep. But never to touch. Never to keep because I loved her too
much and I dived too deep into the abyss I didn't fully understand.

My life didn't end that night.
Yet I still couldn't live it. I wandered blindly through the maze of chaos that the Angel-infested Earth had become,
becoming increasingly inane.
It was a bleak time for me in my youth where in those days, I sought death and did not find it.
I desired to die and yet death seemed to flee from me.
Shadow Six was not a part of my genetic condition that I was born with.
It was a curse I received during a ferocious battle between myself and one such Angel.

I hardly remember how it went. I only know that it took place in a clearing of a vast forest
thick with dead trees and rotting roots.
That a cry of terror from another child was the trigger that roused me from my self-pitying depression and instilled in me
a blazing rage I would never be able to match ever again.
It was brave. It was daring. One could even call it heroic with how the child my chutzpah was eternally grateful to me for rescuing her
and would go on to repay me in a way that I could never thank her enough for.
It was all those virtues rolled in one, and it was utterly insipid and reckless.

It cursed me with its dying breath as the smoke cleared from my fearsome beam attack which I'd been forced to
resort to despite my aversion to making any use of my angelic bloodline powers.
It called upon me its most deadly and destructive curse.
One that would afflict me for the remainder of my existence and which possesed no known cure
despite how far and wide I searched.
The Angel's curse, brought into existence Shadow Six.
The bane of my existence and the perpetrator of my eternal misery.

Shadow Six did not often show herself to anyone. She lived and hid within me, mocking me every
chance she got when she knew that I and only I would be able to sense her harrowing presence.
She was there in the mirror, in the corner of my eye.
The ominous footstep always following, but never passing by.
I alone knew she was always there. She alone knew I alone knew she was always a close part of me.
For that, she took every opportunity she had to torment me in the most brutal manner that she knew
would hurt me in the most horrifying and intimate way imaginable.
A fearful abomination knit to me closer than an eye which lies caged in my flesh even as I speak.

It was when I first became cognisant of the tragic existence of my alter ego that the thirty foot
Angel that had tried to devour my first friend cursed upon me as its final act of malice, that
I learned a harsh truth I'd not wish to reveal to my worst enemy.
A hurtful realization that could drive heaven's holiest seraphim to carnal madness.
I learned that evil was not an enemy that could be hunted and killed the way a hunter
could simply unload the bullet of his rifle into an unsuspecting deer with a well placed
shot of precision.

That the fight against our true greatest fear did not begin by facing down the race of
otherwordly creatures we as humans had deemed our mortal enemies.
Time and time again both out of the necessity that my neverending hunger forced upon me,
and in the hope of being able to spare even one fellow human of a premature death by
being devoured alive, I planted myself firmly into the frontlines of many a battle.

With every victory, my desire to meet defeat grew stronger.
With each grateful smile the children whose lives I had saved flashed me, the
suffocating loneliness that had been festering within me since I left my twin
only tightened its hold upon me.

Put simply in a manner more easily understandable, I gathered for the feast.
I stabbed it with my steely knife but I just couldn't kill the beast.

My shadow self may be easier to see. But we all have a shadow within us.
Each and every one of us from the small to great.
When you let off a blow of fury towards the smiling bellboy simply to blow off steam.
When you callously fire off a stinging insult at your closest friend to feel better about your
own failures.

In these cruel moments, your shadow is winning and it's will is overpowering your own.
I may weep in penitence when I reflect upon the misery Shadow Six forces upon me
but we all have our similar demons.
I knew even as I dropped to my knees to exclaim a rare bout of hopeless anguish that day, that
this was a nightmare I couldn't wake from.

Even through the tears blurring my vision, I could see Shadow Six's savage leer as she rejoiced
in my misery.
Yet I could never bring myself to feel hatred for the powerful Archangel who had cursed me with
the dreaded affliction of my evil self.
I had after all, killed one of my fellow Angels after all even if only in defence of an innocent human girl.
Using the powers my angelic heritage had gifted upon me as my birthright no less.

It was just punishment all things considered for breaking the most sacred commandment that above all else:
thou shall not kill thy brethren.
It was a decision between allowing the girl in the yellow raincoat die and turning murderer to shield
her life by throwing away the final moral scruples I had still managed to uphold despite the raw deal
my cruel fate had dealt upon me.

I made a decision.
Whether it was the right one, I still can't say even to this day.

I turned tail to flee the moment my senses were cleared and I had dabbed my tears with the gnarled fabric of my sleeve.
I could not let my sacrifice be for nothing by putting her life in danger by remaining by her side, especially now that a dark power was free
to dictate my every choice and emotion as it saw fit.

But even as I tried to run, she gracefully moved through the air almost as if gliding above the mudded floor of the forest clearing to intercept my charge. I shook my head fearfully even as my utter surprise at her reaction to me froze me dead in my tracks.

But this only seemed much to my shock to pique her curiousity of me, as she proceeded
to lift the yellow hood obscuring her face to let me see her malnourished yet pure expression of old world kindness that I had not witnessed since leaving my sister Five. Her sky blue eyes which shimmered brighter than the sun as she gave her ponytailed chocolate
brown hair a careful flip. It drew me to her like a moth to a flame.

I had already been stopped cold but now any lingering thoughts I had of repeating the same cold
gesture of ditching her in the way I'd ditched my twin sister were completely allayed.

"Arigato. My sincrest Friend. For risking your life to save mine. Your unparalleled bravery and compassion
to me despite us having never met before, deserves my eternal gratitude.
If it is not too much to ask. Please stay awhile and let us talk so that we may better know each other. This bleak wasteland overtaken by these alien abominations can get so bitter and lonely sometimes"

It is difficult for me to describe exactly the nature of her charming and alluring voice to you with words alone. Simply know that had you been there to hear her innocuous petition for me to delay my departure even if only briefly,you too would have found it impossible to resist her innocent sweetness that broke down my walls with the strength
of her love.

So I stayed and we talked, tensely at first but with far greater ease as we shared our slightly embellished tales
of bold adventures which had taken us to our timely union which neither of us regretted in the slightest.

I told her my name after a little coaxing on her end and in return she told me hers as was only fair.
Hina Mari Mitsuha.

The fourth child of Aoba and Yoko Mitsuha of New Itamori, a modest suburb founded some two decades ago upon a burial site
of obscure origin just East of Tokyo.

Like many other settlements, it too bore the grim fate of being eventually found and torn to shreds by the Angels despite the misguided belief of
its citizens that the holy feeling they felt when basking in the glory of their serene home would keep them safe.

"I'm not afraid of you Six. For I know that you have at your core in spite of your mistakes, a capacity for genuine love that
most survivors of the impact have forsaken. You would not have intervened in such a risky manner had you really been

so heartless as you seem to believe yourself despite the peace and tranquility I see in you so vibrant and clear"

She calmly replied when I tried to convince her I was dangerous and thus not worth befriending on account of the
endless hunger caused by my genetic disorder, as well as the subsequent takeover of my very soul under Shadow Six's complete and utter
dominance.

"You can fight it Six. I believe you have it in yourself to overcome these unfair blows that our enemies the Angels have dealt you. And I will stay
with you to help you until you one day find the cure as I am certain you will."

She insisted when I tried once more to dart away.

"But you shouldn't have to shoulder all responsibility alone and to let your despair remain your personal hell. No one should. So please,
if you will accept it as my way of repaying my debt to you for saving me despite all that it cost you, allow me to
accompany you on your journey and for us to make our fortunes together. I know as you do that the way ahead will not be easy,
but surely it can not be as bad if the two of us work together
as mankind once did before their arrogance brought about their tragic fall from grace."
She held out her pale, bony hand with a compassionate grin, and despite everything I took it in mine as delicately as I was able.

I really wish I hadn't when I reflect back on her grim end that I wasn't able to save her from in spite of my best efforts.

Hina was sought out by the Angels for the powers that were her birthright just as I was.
She was as she described herself, a rain girl.
Allegedly she gained her powers following a harsh drought which nearly killed off several of the villagers.
She was in her own words, a demi-weather goddess anointed with a small part of the divine powers exclusive to the weather gods who lived high up in the skyand generally cared little for the welfare of those on Earth who they considered beneath them.

In Hina's case, she possesed the ability to make it rain at will as well as to charge a destrutive bolt of pure electricity that even
the hulking behemoths that destroyed humanity rightly feared.
Rainy days may not have been as cheerful as sunny days by her own admission. But water was the liquid of life and thunder was
nature's mighty energy source that had existed long before the discovery of machinery necessitated a vast supply of electricity
that became increasingly difficult to find as humanity's greed demanded more of the precious resource than they could ever
be worked to obtain in safe nuclear disasters of Chernobyl and Fukashima were just two examples in which the electricity hunger got out of hand and innocent civilians were forced to pay the ultimate price.

"Toasty" She would often joyfully exclaim when she had felled an Angel with a wicked bolt of thunder she had conjured.
"Charged and ready" Was her motto to live by.
"To ride the lightning": her purpose in life.

As the Angels mutated to become increasingly imitating of the human culture they now had complete control over, they too
saw the uses of electricity and how it could make flushing out the remnants of their sworn enemies much easier among its myriad of other uses.
They also demanded a sea of water to wash down their meals, which was difficult to find on the polluted big blue ball that had
been exploited of all its fertility long before they'd arrived to take it by storm.
Poor Hina was a walking fountain of both these coveted resources. Just as my own destructive power to drain the life force of each
meal I consumed and then discharge it in a deadly maelstorm of unrestrained fury enough to shatter a concrete skyscraper, made me
a prime target for the bloodthirsty Angels whose jealousy could not withstand the competition we posed to their complete dominance.

We wanted to protect the other children in the orphanage run by another traitorous child who had defected to the side of the Angels.
We thought we had the perfect foolproof plan.
To break in at the dead of night and use our combined powers to unlock every cell in the prison we knew to be underground and set them all free.
It would bring so much hope such that words alone could not begin to describe.
Perhaps we'd even find other children with powers as potent as ours and this could be the beginning of an elite fellowship that would finally
have what it took to take back our world and give us children the bright future we never had.

But most of all this was a chance for me to prove at long last to myself as well as to the world that I was not evil.
That Hina's faith in me was not misplaced when she sagely spoke to me in a moment of pique: "Do not cry for your lost relatives, for their heroic
sacrifice saved you, who saved me".
I felt on top of the world as we fearlessly headed inside a creak in the wall hand in hand.
For once in my bleak existence, I had no fear.

Perhaps I should have. We had barely set foot within the stronghold we'd grossly underestimated before a horde of uniformed children barely taller than
us armed with state of the art two handed firearms that glittered in the dimly lit holding cells accosted us and wordlessly motioned for us
to surrender at once, if we valued our pathetic lives.
They were clad head to toe in montone grey, each sporting the cap of a war veteran to obscure their expression completely from our view.
Even so, the precise way they performed their every movement as their stony eyes slid by us without pause told us that there would be no honor
among fellow survivors of humanity this day.

We raised our hands and dropped to our knees as they clapped us in handcuffs and chains before hauling the two of us in opposite directions at
such brisk pace that we had not time to even exchange one last farewell glance.
We were more confused than angry that so many other human children would so readily turn on us and place themselves in thrall to the angels.

I was thrown face first into a small metal cage barely large enough to fit me before leaving me without a word.
But motivated by one cause and one cause solely, I was able in a moment of unbridled rage to deliver a furious punch that knocked the bars
wonky. I had to find Hina and leave before our captors came back to recapture us.
i spared a regretful tear of true pity for the other children being held prisoner, but we could not save them at this time and at this place.
We were simply not powerful enough.

It turned out to be none other than another girl the same age as the two of us running this oppressive prison.
A chubby albino clad head to toe in ornately patterned velvet.
Her visage sent a cold chill coursing through my veins at my slightest glance of her.
She conveyed pure evil without having to speak a word.
The rich girl's name I overheard from one of her fearful attendants conveying the news of our escape to her, was Taiga.

Taiga Asuka Nonbunga.
The arch traitor who had been selling out the remaining hidden shelters of humanity all so that she could continue to
revel in her excessive lifestyle of grandiose luxury.
A sea of expensive furniture designed solely for her petite size had been scattered across every room I happened across in my
desperate bid to reach Hina before something terrible happened to her.
Stolen furniture. Pilfered from the dying fingers of mine and Hina's loved ones.
My sister's cap that I recognized immediately sat atop a mountain of pristine books bound in fancy ribbons.

The murderer of my sister who I had tried to protect by leaving, only to hasten her demise in leaving her defenseless against this monster instead.
There was a time and place for forgiveness which I deeply believed was superior to vindication.
But it was not here. Especially not when she was about to pounce down on a clearly defenseless Hina who was clearly weak from overuse of her
power in whatever method she used to make her own escape. Hina mentioned that if her weather powers were used with too great an intensity or frequency, bits of her would begin to disappear before eventually she disappeared completely.
Like me, her power was not without limit nor drawback.

The terrified look in her agape eyes as this prentender lunged for her with a maddened rage, drove me off the deep end.
"DIIIEEE!" I roared as I sprang forward throwing all caution to the wind despite being fully aware of my adversary's raw might and having no recourse to my own power which had been used to break my cage.