for once, doesn't have anything to say
Minna, I just wrote this and, well, for lack of a better phrase, the characters took control. It's dark.
The Mummy's Curse
PART 5
PG-13
Mamoru sat dejectedly in the dark kitchen, alone with his thoughts. He felt
better, now that Usagi knew the truth about his past, but now he was alone
again. The same bitter loneliness that he had felt when his parents and
brothers and sisters had died enveloped him. How had he appeared in this
time? Why had it been Usagi that led him here? Had it even been her?
Somehow, he felt a bond with Usagi. A significant bond, deeper and older
than the very pyramids he had been buried in. But now, he resolved that it
was time to move on and discover his true reasons for being here.
The distraught man had carried no belongings with him when he first came to
this house, save his trenchcoat and hat which he retrieved from the coatrack
by the front door. He opened the door.
"Goodbye Usagi, my Sunshine..."
Silently behind him, the door closed and the home was plunged into an
undescribable darkness.
Usagi ran into her bedroom and crashed into the bed, hiding in the soft
comfort of her pillows. Tears ran freely and unheld as her body shook
against the mattress. Why had he come to her? How had things progressed
like they had? She had promised after Ashiki that she would never again
allow herself to fall in love again, but life had thrown her a different
lot. Why? She trusted Mamoru above anything, and loved him more than life
itself. Her feelings had come quickly, taking only two weeks. She had felt
an undescribable bond with him, one that transcended space and time. Is
this how fate felt?
Thoughts raged through her as a torrent. And then she heard Mamoru's voice,
crooning softly as if she were not meant to hear.
"Goodbye Usagi, my Sunshine..."
A soft click resounded throughout the house and Usagi sat on her bed.
"He's gone..." she whispered under her breath. "I've lost him..."
She sat alone, comforted only by the warm glow of the moonlight. A thump
echoed from the living room, bringing Usagi's thoughts back into the
present.
"Who's there?" she called into the dark.
Silence ensued.
The blonde quietly stood from the bed and retrieved the wooden baseball bat
she kept next to her dresser. She held it in front of her and padded softly
out of her room.
Creeping down the stairs, Usagi peered into the doorway that led to the
living room. She gripped the bat tightly and stepped inside. Moonlight
gave the room a slight effervescent glow, allowing her to see, although
poorly. Once again, she called to the darkness.
"Hello?"
Silence once again. Usagi found herself trembling, but stepped further into
the room.
The curtains blew gently with the breeze that filtered into the room. Usagi
walked over to the window and pulled the curtains apart. She sighed. "Must
have been the wind, my nerves are getting the better of me..."
She reached up to pull the window downward. "Ouch!" she gasped pulling her
fingers back. Usagi thrust her finger into her mouth to relieve the pain
and tasted blood. Removing the finger, she held it out to the moonlight and
watched as a small droplet of blood formed on her finger. "What the heck?"
she said aloud, startled.
Usagi reached up and closed the window, only to find it shattered. She
gasped and jumped back wide eyed. Something fell to the floor in the
kitchen. All about her the shadows loomed in threateningly.
Hoisting the bat in front of her, she eased slowly into the kitchen and
peered inside. A plate lay on the ground, shattered into a thousand pieces.
She jumped back, startled, as a flash of white flew across her vision.
Usagi fell back and landed hard on the floor. She backed up nervously and
screamed. "Get out of my house! Mamoru!"
And then a small, white head poked from beside the doorway.
"Meow."
The cat padded towards Usagi and looked up at her. Usagi sighed in great
relief, the tension suddenly gone from her system.
"Was it just you, kitty? How'd you get in here? Did you know you broke my
window? Bad kitty kitty..." Usagi reached for the cat. "Now, who do you
belong to?" She looked for a collar, but found none. "Ah, a stow-away, eh?
Well then, I can't exactly let you go without a meal. What kind of
hostess would I be otherwise?"
Usagi clicked her tongue and held out her hand, gesturing for the cat to
come nearer. It hissed and took a few steps, swatting at the air.
"Silly thing, what's wrong with you?"
Usagi leaned closer to the cat, which only backed up further. She went to
reach for the cat, but suddenly found herself restrained as a strong arm
wrapped around her waist. She tried to scream in protest, but found another
hand wrapping tightly over her mouth. Her body was twisted over until she
found herself lying on her back. The hands moved to hold her arms down, and
the pressure of her assailant's body pressed down on her.
"Usagi, I told you I wanted you back, but you didn't listen now did you?"
"Ashiki? What the hell are you doing! Get off!"
"We were meant to be together Usagi. But then you left me, and now you have
taken my discovery and my fame. I want it back!"
Usagi tried to shout back, but found Ashiki's mouth suddenly wrap around
hers in a sadistic kiss. She bit down hard on his lip and he pulled back.
He grinned evilly and licked the stream of blood from his lip. Usagi
screamed and tried furiously to free herself, but she was caught. Ashiki
glared down at her menacingly. "And now I shall have you, my sweet."
Usagi screamed louder and kicked harder, but to no avail. Ashiki leaned in
closer, and Usagi closed her eyes tightly, trying to pull herself into the
floor. And suddenly Ashiki fell off of her, a white furball furiously
cutting at his face.
The baseball bat Usagi carried found it's way into Ashiki's chest
repeatedly. And then his hand gripped the bat as it came down again.
Ashiki stood, bat grasped in one hand, and a cat in the other. He threw the
cat across the room, where it hit the wall and fell to the floor in a heap,
unmoving.
"YOU BASTARD!" screamed Usagi, throwing her hand at his face. He caught it
and held her at the wrist. She screamed as he twisted her hand. Abandoning
her weapon, Usagi clawed across the front of Ashiki's face with her nails.
He howled in rage and let go of her wrist. She ran in desperation for the
door. Throwing it open, she ran out into the cold night air, crying
desperately for help for anyone who could hear.
Usagi's screams reached the ears of one person that night, a man who had
just left that house not ten minutes prior. He turned and listened again to
the wind, wondering if he had indeed heard a cry for help. There was no
mistaking it the second time. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him
back the way he could come.
Ashiki clutched his cheek, where several scratches freely bled down his
handsome face. He grabbed the bat that was now laying on the floor and ran
out after Usagi. It didn't take him long to catch up to her, as he grabbed
her arm and brought her crashing to the ground.
"Now you are going to pay for that, dear," he spat, pulling her up by the
wrist.
"Let go! You are hurting me!"
"I'm going to take what you took from me out of your hide!" He twisted her
wrist further and further until it made a sickening crack. Pain shot
through Usagi's arms and she thought there would be no end to the ringing in
her ears.
And then Mamoru was there, comforting her. She pulled in close to him,
sobbing freely into his shoulder.
Ashiki reached up and held his face. "You are going to pay for that and for
stealing Usagi away from me."
Mamoru leaned Usagi gently from his shoulder and stood, facing Ashiki. His
clothing and hair blew freely as if in a wind, but no breeze was present.
Ashiki glared at Mamoru, his eyes widening. A blue aura came to the air
around Mamoru and he began chanting softly. Wind suddenly blasted through
the neighborhood and Mamoru spoke, his voice taking a deep resonating
quality.
Ashiki laughed outright at Mamoru. "Now you are taking the act just one
step too far, my boy. I am an archaeologist and know better than to fall
for such idiocracy as the kind you are displaying."
"For what you have done, I call upon the plagues of ancient Egypt. You
shall be cursed for the remainder of your life, however long that may be."
Glaring at him, Ashiki stepped forward. He wielded the bat menacingly.
"Mamoru!" shrieked Usagi.
Ashiki brought the bat up and swung at Mamoru, who grabbed the bat in
mid-swing. "And this is for me." Mamoru reeled his fist back and sent it
square into Ashiki's face, sending the man backward.
Standing with a smirk, Ashiki removed his broken glasses and wiped the blood
from his face. He spat on the ground. "The authorities will have you for
this. Who are they going to believe now? I, a terrorized citizen, or you,
a freak who believes he has magic!"
Mamoru, his face unable to hide the hurt and anger he held, watched Ashiki
with a growing fury. The wind settled and everything became still. Ashiki
cackled. He took a step forward, and then a puzzled expression fell across
his face. He fell to the ground, gripping his leg in pain.
Usagi looked wide eyed at her assailant. He rolled on the grass, scratching
furiously at his leg. The problem became clear as Ashiki lifted his pant
leg. His flesh had begun to bubble. Ashiki screamed louder as it spread
further up his leg and eventually consumed his whole body.
Blue and red flashing lights filled the air as two police cars pulled up in
front of the home. An officer called for Mamoru to remain where he was.
"Run Mamoru!" screamed Usagi.
Mamoru turned to run as one of the officers drew his gun. A shot rang out.
And then Usagi lost conciousness.
