Pain Prologue:
Revision: 1
Legal Note: I own nothing. Rumiko takahashi is the one who made the characters and owns them. This is not to be sold for profit and is purely for the enjoyment of my readers.
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::Nerima Ward, Tokyo::
I stare out into the inky blackness that is the night sky. The cold bites at my fingertips letting me know im alive. The pain wells up within my soul as memories come flooding back. Memories of pain suppressed. I feel my vision torn as if a wounded animal had scratched out my eyes. As I strugle to focus the image im forced to watch helplessly unable to change.
~~~Flashback~~~
I look across the table. Trapped within my own memory. I hear the words of scorn leave my mouth and cry out at myself for saying them. I know I hurt her when I said them. Instead of the long forgotten feeling of a blunt force trauma to my head she has the look of a wounded animal cross her face. Tears fall from her face as she leaves the room.
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I look up from the furo. Stareing straight into her eyes. At that moment my entire soul cried out for anything to help me. For someone to love and comfort me for who I am. She stares straight into my eyes burning a hole into the wretched mass that I call a soul. Her anger evident as she begins to shout. I feel the pain of my heart breaking at that moment.
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The utter blackness that confronts me next is like strikeing a solid concrete wall. Then I hear the sounds that torment my soul when i go to sleep. *meraow**Meow**HISSS* I feel thier hatred towards me. I also feel thier hunger. They tore into me without abandon. The claws rending my skin and sending me into cowering fear and pain. I can hear my father up above the wooden trap door. He is lauphing.
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The poles stick out of the springs like spikes on a battlefield. As I jump onto one and my father another I cant help thinking about what it would look like to impale the fat balding man onto one of them. Just like that man from transylvania did. Vlad! Yes that was the name. Vlad the impaler.
We leap at each other and exchange blows. I break through his defenses and tag him with a hit sending him into the spring below us. Landing ontop of a pole I taunt him for his incompetence. A black and white shape bursts from the spring and knocks me towards the ground. I feel the hard impact of water on my back and a strange sensation all over my body. Surfaceing I notice a few changes. Feeling the mass on my chest as if bowls of jello were stuck to my body. A rub against two hard nubs sending pleasureable sensations through my whole body that I know is normal. I look down and a high pitched scream echos out. The pain reaches a chreshendo and the memory blurs.
~~~Flashback~~~
I look down at my hands. They are covered in blood. Its texture smooth as silk as it coats my hands. Feeling the cool blood against my skin i look further down and notice the blareingly obvious transformation had taken place. The curse that had long been the bane of my existance became all to obvious. I look away from my cursed body and stare at what is around me. Bodies litter the street. Each one sinking into a hellish red pool of thier own blood. Rivers of it flow and mix near my feet. The utter carnage that surrounds me female body is unaturaly quiet. The utter calm in the area shows that it has been some time since they died. The blood long since turning cold. Even now it soaked into the ground. Staining it forever red as to mark thier passage from this world. Thier bodies cast erie red and blue shaddows in the night. The sound of sirens and someone yelling awaken me from my stupor. Moveing to shield my eyes from the light shineing down my optic nerves someone yells at me. I hear a gunshot and feel the pain as it not only passes through my body but also through my soul.The sudden red flow over my eyes i recognize is comeing from the blood flying from my body. I collapse to the ground as warm blood oozes from my own wounds.
They are all dead. That final gunshot the utter exclamation point of the horrible event. In that moment my life begins to flash infront of my eyes. Images of people and places who not only caused me pain but pleasure. A realization hit my as I lie face down in the cold blood soaked ground. I enjoyed the death of those people. I had become my worse fear. In the end after all I had done to protect them I had been the one to kill them. I sat thier as the paramedics wheeled away those twisted and mutilated corpses now known as my victims. I felt a needle stab my neck and the world faded to black. My thoughts slowed to a crawl as blessed unconsiousness embraced me for what i hoped was the last time.
To make any sense of it you would have to go back ten years. Back to when the pain started.
Revision: 1
Legal Note: I own nothing. Rumiko takahashi is the one who made the characters and owns them. This is not to be sold for profit and is purely for the enjoyment of my readers.
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::Nerima Ward, Tokyo::
I stare out into the inky blackness that is the night sky. The cold bites at my fingertips letting me know im alive. The pain wells up within my soul as memories come flooding back. Memories of pain suppressed. I feel my vision torn as if a wounded animal had scratched out my eyes. As I strugle to focus the image im forced to watch helplessly unable to change.
~~~Flashback~~~
I look across the table. Trapped within my own memory. I hear the words of scorn leave my mouth and cry out at myself for saying them. I know I hurt her when I said them. Instead of the long forgotten feeling of a blunt force trauma to my head she has the look of a wounded animal cross her face. Tears fall from her face as she leaves the room.
~~~
I look up from the furo. Stareing straight into her eyes. At that moment my entire soul cried out for anything to help me. For someone to love and comfort me for who I am. She stares straight into my eyes burning a hole into the wretched mass that I call a soul. Her anger evident as she begins to shout. I feel the pain of my heart breaking at that moment.
~~~
The utter blackness that confronts me next is like strikeing a solid concrete wall. Then I hear the sounds that torment my soul when i go to sleep. *meraow**Meow**HISSS* I feel thier hatred towards me. I also feel thier hunger. They tore into me without abandon. The claws rending my skin and sending me into cowering fear and pain. I can hear my father up above the wooden trap door. He is lauphing.
~~~
The poles stick out of the springs like spikes on a battlefield. As I jump onto one and my father another I cant help thinking about what it would look like to impale the fat balding man onto one of them. Just like that man from transylvania did. Vlad! Yes that was the name. Vlad the impaler.
We leap at each other and exchange blows. I break through his defenses and tag him with a hit sending him into the spring below us. Landing ontop of a pole I taunt him for his incompetence. A black and white shape bursts from the spring and knocks me towards the ground. I feel the hard impact of water on my back and a strange sensation all over my body. Surfaceing I notice a few changes. Feeling the mass on my chest as if bowls of jello were stuck to my body. A rub against two hard nubs sending pleasureable sensations through my whole body that I know is normal. I look down and a high pitched scream echos out. The pain reaches a chreshendo and the memory blurs.
~~~Flashback~~~
I look down at my hands. They are covered in blood. Its texture smooth as silk as it coats my hands. Feeling the cool blood against my skin i look further down and notice the blareingly obvious transformation had taken place. The curse that had long been the bane of my existance became all to obvious. I look away from my cursed body and stare at what is around me. Bodies litter the street. Each one sinking into a hellish red pool of thier own blood. Rivers of it flow and mix near my feet. The utter carnage that surrounds me female body is unaturaly quiet. The utter calm in the area shows that it has been some time since they died. The blood long since turning cold. Even now it soaked into the ground. Staining it forever red as to mark thier passage from this world. Thier bodies cast erie red and blue shaddows in the night. The sound of sirens and someone yelling awaken me from my stupor. Moveing to shield my eyes from the light shineing down my optic nerves someone yells at me. I hear a gunshot and feel the pain as it not only passes through my body but also through my soul.The sudden red flow over my eyes i recognize is comeing from the blood flying from my body. I collapse to the ground as warm blood oozes from my own wounds.
They are all dead. That final gunshot the utter exclamation point of the horrible event. In that moment my life begins to flash infront of my eyes. Images of people and places who not only caused me pain but pleasure. A realization hit my as I lie face down in the cold blood soaked ground. I enjoyed the death of those people. I had become my worse fear. In the end after all I had done to protect them I had been the one to kill them. I sat thier as the paramedics wheeled away those twisted and mutilated corpses now known as my victims. I felt a needle stab my neck and the world faded to black. My thoughts slowed to a crawl as blessed unconsiousness embraced me for what i hoped was the last time.
To make any sense of it you would have to go back ten years. Back to when the pain started.