Ore-Sama
By: Neko-chan
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, you guys! I don't really know what to think of this fic, but let's just say that I'm actually kinda proud of it now.
Yami no Malik: *hisses*
...O_O;; Um, yeah. *nervous laugh* Anyway, gomen ne, Dragon Wings... But your review inspired this chapter. Hope I don't give you nightmares. ^_^;;
WARNING: *points to Yami no Malik and nearly gets her finger bit off*
DISCLAIMER: Neko-chan doesn't own YGO!. But of course you already knew that.
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Stalking and predatory, filling the night with feather light footfalls against floor--carpet, marble, wood, and tile. No sound. No sound at all. ... Quiet breathing. Prey asleep, lost far and way in dream land, weaving in and out of different dreams like a spider weaving its web. Spider has come to play. Cat has come to hunt.
Giggle and laugh and purr as blood runs down sheets and screams fill the air. Scream for me? Scream for me? Louder? Louder--louder--LOUDER! I am ORE-SAMA. I am GOD.
Cat-quiet and padding across rooms--so many, many rooms. So many, many prey to play with. You are my prey and this kitty will eat you while smiling the Cheshire Cat grin. Grin? Yessss... Grin. Meooooow!
Whimpers and tears and begging and pleading and so much begging begging begging and crying. Crying? Yessss... Crying and sobbing and wailing and bawling and PLEADING. Please don't hurt me! Hurt you? Oh, yes. Hurt you and bleed you and hurt you so so so so so much until all you can do is whimper in pain and look at me with pain-dulled eyes. And then I'll smile and smile and smile and smile and smile.
Never safe.
Never ever ever ever ever.
Bedrooms, beds, homes and houses and estates--surrounded by loved ones (Why aren't they answering your calls? Your screams? My, my, my...) who care, but then don't-care. Who cares? I care--I like and care and want and need and desire and then hate and hate and hate and hate and hate until it all bursts out of me. Pop. Like a bubble.
I am a cat. I am a bubble.
Either way, you are my prey.
AND I AM GOD.
You cry, all alone in your bedroom and the shadows come out of their hiding places, filling the night with their hissing breath; and all you can do is look on and pray. But who will answer those prayers? God? _I_ am God and I have come to you already, lapping up split blood (Blood already? Too soon? Too soon? Nooo... Not too soon...) and kissing bruises and cuts, loving you with my eyes and my body, until I hurt you all over again.
All in your bedroom. Where you thought you were safe.
Bogeyman? Monsters in your closet? Monsters under the bed? No, no nonononono no no no no no no!!! No monsters, sweet. No monsters, prettypretty. No, no monsters EVER. But Bogeyman... Yessss... Bogeyman has come to play.
Bogeyman with violet eyes and blondeblonde hair--skin tanned dusky gold. Me? Why, yes! Bogeyman! Bogeyman! Bogeyman!
_I_ am God and the Bogeyman and the stuff of nightmares. YOUR nightmares. Haunting and frightening and loving the screams filling the night--never ending and never wanting it to end because this is who I AM. I am ORE-SAMA. I am God--God of destruction and blood and death and hatred. God of Nightmares and I know exactly what you fear.
Ore-sama knows what you dream of at night, curled up in your beds, shivering and shivering and shivering and waiting for the darkness to recede. Waiting for the cool touch of dawn. But no dawn will ever arrive with my coming. I am Night. I am Darkness. I am what you fear the most at night.
So deathly afraid...
Ore-sama can smell your fear...
Yesssss....
Sweet and tangy and smelling like salty-sweet perfume. Taste it on the back of my tongue. Looooove it. Never ever hate. Love love love love love! Love your fear, love your body, love hearing you scream and cry and bed and plead and BLEED.
So fine lines--blood welling up from it all. So so so so sosososososososo sharp! Sharp? Sharp? Yessss... Razor blade fineness and sharpness. Love it all. Scent taste touch feel moving in and out in and out until there's nothing left except for that which I love the most: Darkness. Death. And Blood.
Haunting and never stopping, coming over and over and over again. You're never safe, not from Ore-Sama and the Bogeyman. I am the stuff of Nightmares. I am what you fear the most. I am Ore-Sama. ORE-SAMA. ORE-SAMA. I am God. GOD!!!
Ore-Sama is the Bogeyman, whispering nightmares in the dark. Not knowing where or when or how--just feeling fear. Oh-so much fear. Can you smell it? A sickly sweet odor, dancing on the back of your tongue, daring you to swallow it and when you do, you gag and cry and wish you were somewhere else--anywhere anywhere anywhere anywhere anywhere. Anywhere but here. Here! HERE!
Crying again.
Fearing again.
Clutching blood stained sheets to your chest, wishing for the Bogeyman to go away. But the Bogeyman CAN'T go away because the Bogeyman is who he is and can never ever ever ever ever ever ever change that. And so you cry and scream and beg and plead and plead plead plead plead plead plead and cry and beg. And still--the Bogeyman remains, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Smile! Meow!
Prey.
Delicioussssssssssssssssss....
The Bogeyman has come to play.
