AN: just to say….this is a really, really dark story, but casting that aside, please read and review!
"Inu-yasha, kill off the dog, why don't you?" Kagura asked
me, her eyes glazed unfalteringly at the nasty little creature on the ground. I
hated dogs and their like, but it's funny how people always tend to say "pet
make you better people." As far as I know, I had a damned dog when I was a kid
and the only thing I was interested in doing to it was slicing it in half to
see its insides. Before I could do this though, my stupid father turned it into
the RSPCA. Damned bastard took away all the fun from me. Oh well, I guess
what's got to be done has got to be done, now where's that spade of mine? I
hadn't used it in quite a long time, the little critter needed a beating for
annoying me to death.
"Inu-yasha, when are you going to kill the damned thing?"
Kagura asked me impatiently, "or have you gotten soft all of a sudden and can't
do it? Lazy ass you are, that's probably what's been done."
"No, I am not getting soft, and stop talking to me in that
kind of voice! You know what would happen to you if you did, don't you?" I was
infuriated at her actions! Did the woman actually think that she could talk to
me like that? I'm starting to think that I had spoiled these little minions of
mine, perhaps I should make them go through training too, make them see what
seven hells was like. It would be fun to watch, the sheer torture written
purely on their tightly embroidered faces. I could laugh by just picturing it.
"Yes, Inu-yasha." I heard Kagura talking from behind me, she
bowed down her head and walked outside of the door. I hated it when women did
that, I don't know what the hell they're thinking and for all I know, they're
plotting to kill me. I'm not saying I feel guilty here, because I'm never guilty.
It's a person's own fault for wanting to feel that way, and I shouldn't be the
one to be blamed because of that. Besides, I enjoy toying with emotions, being
the downright bastard I am.
Anyway, whatever intention I still had before of killing the
dog had now been grossly manipulated into utter laziness. I couldn't be
bothered to spend time and beat the crap out of it or kick it around until it
died, or something like that, so I chucked the thing out of the window. God I
hated it when that happened, the only thing the dog did was howl and scream and
holler until it finally reached the ground where it died its measly death. Oh
well, just another thing the world got rid of thanks to me.
-_-_-_-
Today's agenda was pretty much open for anything. In the
morning, the soldiers had already been dispatched on their daily patrol.
Sometimes they brought back 2 or 3 prisoners that were later to be executed,
but on rare occasions, 10 men and women would be caught. For some reason, there
was never children, but I guess I'd rather wait for them to be adults who
deserved execution wholly good, rather than kids who only partially deserved
it. Besides, adult crimes seemed to lavish in this district more than others,
they were easier to catch.
I had decided that today I would visit the prison chamber,
go check out that Higurashi chick, or whatever her name was. She was probably
some old hag or something that didn't want her husband cheating on her with the
28 year old secretary. I knew these cases, wife turns up on the spot, delivers
some kind of parcel with a bomb in it, and BOOM, it goes off and kills the
whole building with it. I know these cases because I was in one.
You see, my father
was a womanizer, always looking for a way to get the younger chicks first and
dump the older ones on the street. Me and my brother, actually, half brother,
were children born out of wedlock. We also had a different mother. Basically
what happened is that my bro's mother came in and handed to my father's
secretary a parcel, of which he opened right on the spot, killing the woman,
and a couple of other people at the same time. Too bad old pops wasn't in it,
he was out trying to seduce my mother back into living with him. One hell
of a bastard, ain't he? Like father, like son.
So, when I finally
reached the prison, I turned the lights on, which caused the people to arise in
shock. The cells looked like caskets on them, which was ironical, because soon,
they would be inside a casket; dead.
"All right!" I
said, clapping my hands, "execution time!" I wish I had a video recorder to
take account of the gasps and screams that were plaguing the basement, "Just
joking." I said, because I had gotten bored of their denial-like reactions of
theirs. The weird thing was, that just when I said they had a little longer to
live, they were down right happy; I don't get these people, they're going to
die a grizzly death anyway, so why rejoice in the little time they have left?
Keh, they're idiocy surprises even me.
"You sick, sick
bastard!" I heard a voice crying out from in front of me. Now whose could it
belong to? I know it was a woman's, but even a woman wouldn't be stupid enough
to interrupt me in the midst of my walking. I quickly noted her on top of my
'executed first' list.
"Do you have any
idea of what torture you put these people to?! For God's sake! This man here
only stole a loaf of bread from the bakery because he was homeless! Release
him! He doesn't even deserve to be here!"
"And what makes you
think you have to right to say what he deserves or not?"
"What makes you think that? If he really was wrong then God would punish him later on!
You don't need to do these kind of things to people! It's sick and immoral!"
"Listen here,
bitch, you don't say what I can do, and what I cannot do. I'm cleansing the
world here from people like you, and I jolly well think that I'm doing quite a
good job of it. Now put your face near the walls so I can see who you are,
unless you want to die of course."
"I don't care if I
die or not! Just release these people! I'll die 20, 100 times if you want just
for you to let these people go!"
In fact, I was
quite surprised at this woman. Not scared of dying, was she? Quite interesting,
actually, very interesting. She probably had suffered some accident in her life
that involved the deaths of other people close to her. But who am I to say all
this nonsense, I'm definitely not a psychological analyst.
"Now, now, what do
we have here," I asked while tracing my fingers on her smooth skin. What I saw
of her made me think quite a bit, something which I never do. I remembered her
from somewhere, those eyes, that hair…I knew her…but I don't know from where.
Before I could find out the answer, she slapped my hand away and glared at me
like I was some kind of monster.
"I swear, I swear
to God, that one day, you'll pay for what you've done! I don't know how, I
don't know when, but I just know, that one day you're going to regret for the
rest of your sorry-ass life about this little 'Horizon Six' crap of yours!"
"Hmm, you must be
that Higurashi girl, am I right?"
"I don't even think
you deserve to know my name!"
"This is going to
be a fun 7 months, Higurashi, a fun 7 months." 7 months until the execution, 7
months symbolizing the 7 deadly sins.
-_-_-_-
AN: ok…sorry 'bout
the shortness of the chapter, and I don't know why I updated ^__^ lol, anyway,
jya! Please please please review!
