Ave here! Sorry this took a while, but what matters is that we have MORE HORROR AND CREEPYNESS for you! *evil snicker* Oh, none of you saw this first characters reflection coming. *giggles* I also did some fanart for this story, it should be on Fox's webpage soon, so go check it out. And send us fanart, and pocky, and choc-*Fox bashes Ave on the head and knocks her out so the readers can, as I qouth Monty Python, GET ON WITH IT!*
Chapter 2- What the Night Hides From Innocent Eyes
You hear the soothing rhythm of a heartbeat…
Darkness overflows…
And it is your own heart beating the last of your blood through your veins;
Death comes in the form of a boy,
Who cuts away the last of your lifeline…
I smile at your pain.
11:50 PM.
Domino City
Wheeler Residence
I'll get you… you sick twisted bitch… how dare you take away me and myself my soul my very existence GO AWAY I cant take you anymore you rip away a little bit of me everytime you pick up that dagger STOP STOP I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT you fucking BITCH leave me alone!
Serenity shot up out of bed so quickly that she almost smacked her head on the headboard. She frantically looked around the room, and seeing nobody, slowly sank back down under the covers.
"What… what was that?" she whispered aloud. The voice had seemed so familiar and yet not at all like anything anyone she knew would say. It made no sense… she dismissed it as a nightmare and closed her eyes again.
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Oh Serenity! How have you been my dear?
Who is this?
*Chuckle* I'm you, silly!
What do you mean?
Remember back during that Duel Monsters tournament when you finally opened your eyes to see again?
Yes…?
How could I forget anything about that day?
Ah, well my dear, you apparently forgot about me!
I don't understand… who are you?
I am the you that you never gave yourself the opportunity to know. Such a pity. What fun we could have
had. Well, as nice as chatting with you is, it's time for me to finally get a little air. Pity you won't remember this little chat…
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She sat up and yawned, bearing sharpened teeth. What a pleasure it was too finally be free again. To breathe in this delightfully clear night air. She chuckled darkly at the sight of the full moon, and slung her legs off the side of her bed. She glided over to the dresser, where her reflection glared back at her. The appearance in the mirror was of a doll-like complexion- skin so perfect that it almost looked plastic, eyes big and lacking a pupil and being the dark blue of the deepest part of the ocean. Her hair was brownish red with tints of black, and hung in the same fashion that it normally did. The only thing that was different was the fact that instead of reflecting her room, the mirror reflected a torture chamber behind her. Shackles and stretching racks hung from the ceiling. The walls were bloodstained with what looked like more then just blood, and what looked like the half-rotted remains of a man hung out of an open Iron Maiden. His face was slashed open, and the remnants of his back showed signs of deep whip scars. One eye hung partially out from its socket, where it looked like it had been ripped out. The contorted look of pain frozen on his torn bloodied rotting face would haunt even the most experienced homicide detective's dreams. Next to the Iron Maiden hung another man, but his situation was completely different. His face was perfectly intact and twisted into an expression of sick ecstasy, and his arms were bound with reversed spiked shackles above the upper half of his body that remained. Some unexplainable force had apparently torn off the lower half of his body, because the glistening ribs glinted in the dim torchlight, showing that he had been gutted while he was still alive. The walls behind the two corpses were splattered with dried blood and blackened bits of skin and body fluids that the two men had apparently leaked.
Serenity flipped her hair over her shoulder, then looked down and frowned at her dancing teddy bear pajamas.
"Now, this will NOT do. I have a lot of work to do tonight!" she grumbled, flinging open one of the dresser drawers. She rummaged through it for a few minutes, then finally pulled out a tiny red mini skirt, fishnet tights, and a red half shirt that had fishnet sleeves that hooked over the hands at the end.
"Huh. I never thought that I had good taste," she remarked, slipping into them. "Wait a second, Maybe Mai left some boots here too…" She glided over to the closet, where she found some thigh high blackish reddish boots. She zipped them on, then looked back into the mirror and smiled at her reflection.
"Party time."
Serenity opened the window and looked down at the ground. She could make it, and she knew it. She perched on the windowsill and then leapt off. She somersaulted through the air, and landed gently on the sidewalk on all fours. She quickly glanced back at the house, and seeing no lights go on she started jogging down the street under the light of the full moon. She ran about 3 blocks and then slowed her pace in front of a small strip of shops. They were all dark, but she walked up to one with a window display of whips, knives and swords. She smiled, then walked to the doorknob, grasping it tightly. The knob was crushed in her palm, and she easily swung the door open. She strolled over to the whips, and taking a look at all of them selected a black woven bullwhip that was made in Spain. It was 7 feet long, and twisted into a figure 8 on the wall. She took it down, and seeing a belt on the wall next to it hooked it onto the belt and then transferred it to her waist. She then walked over to the daggers and calmly selected one with a split blade that was 7 inches. She also grabbed a triplet of boot knives that were made completely of gold. After looking around to make sure that there was nothing else that she could possibly want, she walked back out the door. Turning around, she squeezed the knob back into its regular shape and felt the lock click back into place.
"Pushovers," she grumbled, "That was a fucking easy lock. Whatever loser made that should have his face ironed for ever thinking he could make a lock that could keep me out."
She ran down the street, the lights glinting off the leather and metal that she was wearing or sporting. Nobody was out on the streets, so she took a leap 20 feet up and landed on the roof of a nearby building. She ran across the rooftops until she reached the park in the middle of the city, and then she jumped down and vaulted over the metal fence. She ran for a few more feet, then stopped short.
"Blood."
She looked around, sniffing the air. Suddenly, she spun around and lashed out with the whip, hitting only the bleeding corpse of a man. His face had been completely torn off, both eyes missing. They had apparently been torn out of the side of his face, as if something had reached inside his skull and yanked them out by the muscles connecting them to the brain. His upper torso was ripped open, revealing his innards, which were spilling out onto the ground. His legs were bent at odd angles, and his small intestine had been pulled out, hanging around his neck tied like a noose from the tree from which he was dangling. Serenity frowned.
"What a waste that I didn't get here sooner," She sighed regretfully, touching the side of his face, "The flesh is still warm. I could have had fun with this one. He looks like he could have dealt with a lot of pain. Oh well. I'll find someone to play with soon enough I'm sure…"
She walked away from the body, heading further down the darkened path. The moonlight flickered, and she looked up in time to see the corpse flying down at her, bloody palms outstretched. She ducked just in time that it sailed inches over her and flew into the bushes. She felt a prickling on her neck, and something slid down the back of her shirt. She screamed as the corpse's hand traced bloody tracks down her back. Pulling out the whip, she backlashed it onto her back, slicing the hand cleanly in two and leaving a nice red gasp that slowly oozed with blood. The hand fell to the ground, but then the rest of the body appeared again, crawling out of the bushes in an odd jerky fashion since the legs were both broken. The skullish head opened its mouth to reveal 2 rows of pointed metal teeth.
"So that's what you are," Serenity said, cracking her back. "I didn't think that different species of vampire could fuse. But, I suppose there's a first for everything. You're a cross between a Obayifo and a Upyr!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, the body jerked as if it was a puppet whose master had frozen. The eye sockets turned slowly until if it had eyes, they would have been staring at her. Then it let out a long inhuman howl and burst into white-gray flames. Serenity, however, was not looking at this spectacle. She was gouging her fingers into the whip slash on her back and moaning, writhing around on the ground in ecstasy. The moonlight pooled around the Dominatrix, and she screamed.
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NO! WHAT ARE YOU? YOU SICK TWISTED BITCH!
I am you. Fool. I have been here since your eyes were opened to the world. I am everything you want and cannot have. I am you.
I… I don't believe you!
Believe what you want. I do not care, because I know the truth. You'll have to square with you some time. You can't run forever from what you know is reality. You are the Dominatrix Serrena, and no matter what you do you will always be you.
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Serenity awoke from her sleep, and looked around her room. The clock read 3 am. She sunk back into the softness of her bed, but flinched at the sharp pain laying down had caused. She got out of bed and looked in the mirror, lifting up the back of her shirt. 6 shiny scars traced there way across her back. Suddenly, the moon came out from behind the cloud, shining on her back and on the mirror. The scars began to split open, blood running down her back. The reflection in the mirror smiled at her, licking the blood off its back. Serenity opened her mouth to scream, and suddenly her reflection was normal, her back unblemished. She blinked, and then collapsed on her bed, willing everything to go away. What was happening?
I'll always be here… although I may not always be myself…
11:52 PM.
Domino City
Refuge Dance Studio
Anzu sat down, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She had been out at the studio almost all night, practicing for the tryouts that were coming up. She looked up at the mirrored walls and smiled at her reflection.
NOOOOO!!!! MOMMY! DADDY! WAKE UP!
They will never wake, you foolish child. Now, stay still…
I WON'T LET YOU TAKE ME AWAY FROM MOMMY!!
What…? You, you are a child of the mirror! AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!
Mommy! Daddy! Wake up… wake up!
Anzu snapped out of a daze.
"Oh god… no… I don't want to remember…"
She stared around the ceiling, and at the walls, where her wide-eyed reflection stared silently back. Sweat had beaded at the back of her neck, and she shivered though not from cold.
Blood drips silently down these broken shards of mirror…
Heard are the sounds of a small child weeping…
Bodies lay mangled,
With feet entangled,
Fear the reflection in the world full of darkness…
For there will never be light to be found.
TbC
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And there you have it, Chapter 2!! Written by the ever so lovely Ave ^-^ it was so good Ave that I couldn't bear to change ANYTHING!! ^__^
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