The Mount Paozu Horror: Michiru Majin (Revelation)
Cell: Oh Kami, will you just STOP?
I thought you were my friend since I brought you back from the dead.
Cell: Who told you that?
T_T
Cell: ??? What?
T_T
Cell: I'm.................sorry?
;_; Really?
Cell: No.
T_T
Cell: Yes.
-_- Okay. On with the terrible fic.
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Gohan snapped awake and lay completely still in the same position as the night before. He
remembered every detail of his previous nightmare-
No. It was real. As impossible as it seems, it was real. And so was that godforsaken house
of evil that wanted him to kill his unborn sibling. Maybe...he should. End this sick madness
and get it over with! But to kill it would be to kill his mother as well....
One side of his mind wanted desperately for him to grab a steak knife and kill the both of
them...and part so happened to be dominating all his thoughts...
Gohan squeezed his eyes shut and muffled a scream with his pillow. He tried to push all
thoughts from his head but they kept coming back. To the house, to the murderous children,
killing his unborn sibling...
Gohan began to toy at his thoughts. A few weeks ago, he would have been thinking up
logical ways to explain these...these happenings. But he had throw logic and reasoning out
the window a long time ago. he heard his stomach rumble slightly. He slowly dragged himself
out of bed. He slowly walked toward the door and went by his mother's room.
Yup, still a decaying corpse with blood splattered everywhere. He went down into the kitchen
and there was his mother making breakfast...with her stomach cut open and blood pouring
from it in small streams. He sat down at the table and placed his head down on his arms.
" Looks like we've got new neighbors! " ChiChi said. She looked over at Gohan and noticed
his slouched posture.
" Gohan? What's wrong? "
" Nothing mother. " Gohan said flatly. He was afraid to look up. He didn't care if it was a
figment of his imagination, it's just whatever he saw was going to make him lose his appetite.
His mother set a plate in front of him. Gohan looked at.
Normal. Just a normal plate of food. And his mother looked like her usual self, no blood, open
stomach or anything. Gohan looked at the food again.
The fetus had been torn from the corpse's stomach and he was expected to eat it.
His mother looked him with concern when he quickly pushed the food away and laid his head
on the table. When Gohan had looked at her, her stomach had been cut open and her insides
scooped out. Blood was still coming out in small streams. Gohan just banged his head on the
table.
" Gohan, why aren't you eating? You've never refused food before! "
I've never seen a dead fetus either, Gohan thought. " I'm not hungry. " He said and he rushed
quickly up the stairs into his room where he saw a dark-skinned girl with black hair and a long
slick, curved pony-tail coming from the back. She had on some kind of black, sleeveless vest
and a short, black leather skirt with boots that reached mid thigh, had gold rings at the top and
very high and twig-thin (woooo...) heels. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her
hands in her lap. She watched the boy's every move with dark, penetrating eyes, but Gohan
didn't seem to notice her as he sat down at the desk beside his bed and began talking to her,
eyes never moving to look at her.
" Who are you? "
" I'm called Majin Michiru. "
" Why are you here? "
No answer.
" Why are you he here? "
Still no answer.
" Answer me! Michiru! " he yelled and swung around to face her. She stared at him for a
minute and then turned away.
" Answer me! Why are you here?! What do you want with me?! "
" Nothing. " Michiru answered calmly despite Gohan's growling.
" Nothing? Then why are you here? " Gohan spat dangerously as he turned back around to
stare out the window. Michiru didn't answer for a long time.
" Your mother is watching. " She said at last. " She's concerned about your well being, dear. "
" Let her watch. I don't care. You never answered my question. " Gohan said without even
giving his very worried mother a second glance. She came running up the stairs when she'd
heard him yelling at someone. She watched as her son had a conversation with a girl on his
bed, staring at her. Her dark eyes sending chills up her spine, down then up again.
"...Some questions aren't meant to be answered. " Michiru said after a long time, her gaze
never leaving ChiChi.
" Mother, would you please leave. " Gohan said. It was more of a demand then it was a request.
ChiChi obliged, not sure what to do. She closed the door and went into the living room.
" Why won't you answer me? " Gohan said. He paid no attention to the screaming and crying
he heard coming from everywhere in the house, just like the night before.
" Because...you have no use for your mother do you? " Michiru snapped her fingers and the
noise stopped. Now there was screaming coming solely from the living room. Gohan's ears
perked up at this and he ran to the head of the stairs in time to see his mother being tortured
by little, grotesque creatures. They had slick, leathery skin which clung tightly to their bones.
They had patches of thin white hair that started at the back and flowed to their backs. On their
faces, where there would be a nose were large triangle shaped holes in the middle of their
faces and large, pale eyes that shined with pure lunacy. There were about four of them,
scratching with long, thin, knife-like finger nails up and down his mothers body. They
peeled and tore of skin and poked at her swollen stomach like a kitten would poke a ball of
yarn. They grinned back and forth at one another and then to Gohan who was staring
disinterestedly at his mother screaming and crying. She looked almost like she was laughing.
It was so ridiculous; Gohan had to fight the urge to laugh.
" Stop it. " He said to Michiru. She snapped her fingers and ChiChi was once again sitting on
the couch as if nothing had happened.
" Why are you doing this? " he asked Michiru.
No answer. This time Gohan actually reached up--she was a foot taller than him--and gave
her a round-house slap to the face. She looked at him, shocked.
" Answer me. " he said.
" It wants the child dead. " Michiru finally said.
" Who is it? "
No answer.
" Who is- "
" I don't know. " Gohan was surprised as expected. She didn't know who was making her do
this? Impossible!
" Tell the truth! Who's controlling you?! " Gohan screamed. He was losing his patience. Scratch
that-he'd lost it and his sanity 2 days ago.
" I said I don't know, I was called here! That house...I've said too much. Farewell. " And she was
gone in the blink of an eye. More than likely another child would come along to tell him the
" house " wanted his mother's unborn child dead.
But they wouldn't have to worry anymore because the child was as good as dead.
Cell: Oh Kami, will you just STOP?
I thought you were my friend since I brought you back from the dead.
Cell: Who told you that?
T_T
Cell: ??? What?
T_T
Cell: I'm.................sorry?
;_; Really?
Cell: No.
T_T
Cell: Yes.
-_- Okay. On with the terrible fic.
: :
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gohan snapped awake and lay completely still in the same position as the night before. He
remembered every detail of his previous nightmare-
No. It was real. As impossible as it seems, it was real. And so was that godforsaken house
of evil that wanted him to kill his unborn sibling. Maybe...he should. End this sick madness
and get it over with! But to kill it would be to kill his mother as well....
One side of his mind wanted desperately for him to grab a steak knife and kill the both of
them...and part so happened to be dominating all his thoughts...
Gohan squeezed his eyes shut and muffled a scream with his pillow. He tried to push all
thoughts from his head but they kept coming back. To the house, to the murderous children,
killing his unborn sibling...
Gohan began to toy at his thoughts. A few weeks ago, he would have been thinking up
logical ways to explain these...these happenings. But he had throw logic and reasoning out
the window a long time ago. he heard his stomach rumble slightly. He slowly dragged himself
out of bed. He slowly walked toward the door and went by his mother's room.
Yup, still a decaying corpse with blood splattered everywhere. He went down into the kitchen
and there was his mother making breakfast...with her stomach cut open and blood pouring
from it in small streams. He sat down at the table and placed his head down on his arms.
" Looks like we've got new neighbors! " ChiChi said. She looked over at Gohan and noticed
his slouched posture.
" Gohan? What's wrong? "
" Nothing mother. " Gohan said flatly. He was afraid to look up. He didn't care if it was a
figment of his imagination, it's just whatever he saw was going to make him lose his appetite.
His mother set a plate in front of him. Gohan looked at.
Normal. Just a normal plate of food. And his mother looked like her usual self, no blood, open
stomach or anything. Gohan looked at the food again.
The fetus had been torn from the corpse's stomach and he was expected to eat it.
His mother looked him with concern when he quickly pushed the food away and laid his head
on the table. When Gohan had looked at her, her stomach had been cut open and her insides
scooped out. Blood was still coming out in small streams. Gohan just banged his head on the
table.
" Gohan, why aren't you eating? You've never refused food before! "
I've never seen a dead fetus either, Gohan thought. " I'm not hungry. " He said and he rushed
quickly up the stairs into his room where he saw a dark-skinned girl with black hair and a long
slick, curved pony-tail coming from the back. She had on some kind of black, sleeveless vest
and a short, black leather skirt with boots that reached mid thigh, had gold rings at the top and
very high and twig-thin (woooo...) heels. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her
hands in her lap. She watched the boy's every move with dark, penetrating eyes, but Gohan
didn't seem to notice her as he sat down at the desk beside his bed and began talking to her,
eyes never moving to look at her.
" Who are you? "
" I'm called Majin Michiru. "
" Why are you here? "
No answer.
" Why are you he here? "
Still no answer.
" Answer me! Michiru! " he yelled and swung around to face her. She stared at him for a
minute and then turned away.
" Answer me! Why are you here?! What do you want with me?! "
" Nothing. " Michiru answered calmly despite Gohan's growling.
" Nothing? Then why are you here? " Gohan spat dangerously as he turned back around to
stare out the window. Michiru didn't answer for a long time.
" Your mother is watching. " She said at last. " She's concerned about your well being, dear. "
" Let her watch. I don't care. You never answered my question. " Gohan said without even
giving his very worried mother a second glance. She came running up the stairs when she'd
heard him yelling at someone. She watched as her son had a conversation with a girl on his
bed, staring at her. Her dark eyes sending chills up her spine, down then up again.
"...Some questions aren't meant to be answered. " Michiru said after a long time, her gaze
never leaving ChiChi.
" Mother, would you please leave. " Gohan said. It was more of a demand then it was a request.
ChiChi obliged, not sure what to do. She closed the door and went into the living room.
" Why won't you answer me? " Gohan said. He paid no attention to the screaming and crying
he heard coming from everywhere in the house, just like the night before.
" Because...you have no use for your mother do you? " Michiru snapped her fingers and the
noise stopped. Now there was screaming coming solely from the living room. Gohan's ears
perked up at this and he ran to the head of the stairs in time to see his mother being tortured
by little, grotesque creatures. They had slick, leathery skin which clung tightly to their bones.
They had patches of thin white hair that started at the back and flowed to their backs. On their
faces, where there would be a nose were large triangle shaped holes in the middle of their
faces and large, pale eyes that shined with pure lunacy. There were about four of them,
scratching with long, thin, knife-like finger nails up and down his mothers body. They
peeled and tore of skin and poked at her swollen stomach like a kitten would poke a ball of
yarn. They grinned back and forth at one another and then to Gohan who was staring
disinterestedly at his mother screaming and crying. She looked almost like she was laughing.
It was so ridiculous; Gohan had to fight the urge to laugh.
" Stop it. " He said to Michiru. She snapped her fingers and ChiChi was once again sitting on
the couch as if nothing had happened.
" Why are you doing this? " he asked Michiru.
No answer. This time Gohan actually reached up--she was a foot taller than him--and gave
her a round-house slap to the face. She looked at him, shocked.
" Answer me. " he said.
" It wants the child dead. " Michiru finally said.
" Who is it? "
No answer.
" Who is- "
" I don't know. " Gohan was surprised as expected. She didn't know who was making her do
this? Impossible!
" Tell the truth! Who's controlling you?! " Gohan screamed. He was losing his patience. Scratch
that-he'd lost it and his sanity 2 days ago.
" I said I don't know, I was called here! That house...I've said too much. Farewell. " And she was
gone in the blink of an eye. More than likely another child would come along to tell him the
" house " wanted his mother's unborn child dead.
But they wouldn't have to worry anymore because the child was as good as dead.
