Broken Melody,

Chapter Four

Lonely Darkness

"As darkness quickly steals the light that shines within her eyes, she slowly swallows all her fear and soothes her mind with lies" Paradise, Vanessa Carlton.

There was another quote that expressed Nightmare's anger and rage taking over more, so I'm putting it in as a second quote:

"I said, Emergency call 911, she's pissed off at everyone. Police, rescue, FBI, she wants to riot, she wants to riot." Riot Girl- Good Charlotte

But, see, the first quote represents the girl's feelings and Nightmare's. Just so you know.

Welcome to chapter four, and I really hope you like the story thus far. If you couldn't tell, this is top on my priority list, Flowers for the Dead being third, so I am sorry if there is lots of updates for this and none for that. But this seems to be more popular, so XPXP. In case you were wondering, there is a point to everything mentioned in this story. Nothing is pointless.

Please note that bold AND italics means thoughts of that nameless character; italics only is mental conversation with her, from the voice of Darkness.

Sorry for that brief note. Anyways, please review!!!!

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At dusk, Indigo's eyes snapped open. But her eyes were not the normal clear blue- there was a darkness to them. She stumbled out of bed and onto her balcony, and watched the sunset. It was a beautiful painting, bright and dark and brilliant colors blended together as the sun lay its monstrous head to rest, as Luna herself scattered stars against the velvet-black sky. However, as soon as the crescent moon rose into the sky, and hung there like a pendant, she found her body no longer under her control. Watching from the inside, she was aware of throwing herself off the balcony. She was aware of the black wings circling her body. She was aware of closing her eyes, of giving everything up, of changing. But after that, she knew nothing, as the Indigo inside of her disappeared and the corrupted Kaitou Nightmare took over.

Darkness.

Loneliness.

Pain.

Sorrow.

Regret.

Depression.

Hatred.

All of these emotions curled up inside of her, forming a massive wave of dark feelings. Those feelings that she knew so well intensified the Darkness to almost tenfold. Black claws ripped through the gloves, and fangs were bared. Nightmare's eyes became flat and black as the night sky above her, and the same black wings that had encircled Indigo burst through the back of her shirt. All of these emotions combined into a giant tidal wave of an emotion that was feared. An emotion that killed.

 Rage.

The dark person flew off into the night, vowing never to return without inflicting that same pain upon the two original kaitous.

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Never regret anything you do, and never do anything you'll regret. Maron didn't know where she had heard that, but as pale and trembling hands clutched the letter to her parents, she was sure she wouldn't regret this. The letter told her parents that, according to what she thought, they'd left her, and she had no obligation to them.

She did not tell them her feelings.

She did not pour her heart and soul out.

She did not end the letter with, 'love'.

She did not lie.

She did not tell the whole truth either.

And why should she, anyways? They had never told her until recently that they were to be divorced, and that they'd wanted to be since she was born. Not that she cared; she hadn't seen them in six years. They hadn't attempted contact, but neither had she. They'd only sent money, and probably only because the law required it. Every year, around the father-daughter formal dance, she would come up with some reason for not going. Miyako was the only person who knew why. She hadn't even told Chiaki, and that was a surprise. Now that she thought about, she didn't go to any of the school social functions, simply because she didn't care. She was not a girl who would get into a revealing formal and put on too much make-up just to impress a guy. Especially if they guy she wanted was too busy talking to one of the beautiful girls.

But she didn't care, did she?

It wasn't important. She was used to guys going after the beautiful girls. It had never mattered. She'd never wanted or needed any of those guys. Most of them, she didn't even remember their names. The thought that she would fall in love had never crossed her mind.

She was used to never getting what she wanted.

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She lay sprawled on the floor, multiple cuts and injuries bleeding slowly. Her perfect red wavy hair was ripped and stained darker with blood. Her pale face was smeared with her blood. Her green eyes closed.

She knew she would die soon.

She knew she didn't love Chiaki as much as Maron did, but somewhere in her heart, she loved him. She wanted to see him one last time. As a matter of fact, she wanted to hold him and kiss him, right in front of Maron, just to break the bitch's heart. She'd like to spend a non-existent eternity with him. She wanted to invite Maron to a wedding that would never happen, just for spite. She wanted to show Maron that Chiaki loved her, that he didn't want a little shy outcast girl.

And while she was making impossible wishes, she'd like to kill Maron.

How ironic. She knew that her heart, the same heart that beat with desire for Chiaki, was going to kill her right now.

I can give you what you want. None of your wishes are impossible. He can be yours. She can be dead.

How?

All you have to do is join me. You'll live to marry him. You'll be beautiful again. You'll never return to Earth as a human though; you'll be one of us; immortal and all-powerful. You will be given an immediate place of power among us. You will have all your wishes come TRUE.

Are you lying?

No. Well, there is ONE other thing that you have to do.

What?

Kill Kusakabe Maron.

Yes.

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Chiaki rubbed his eyes thoughtfully. His forehead throbbed, and he could feel evil growing. Something was not right. The Darkness he felt was almost overwhelming, and his head felt like it was about to explode. The evil was close, and very, VERY strong. This was not the usual purposeless evil that was encountered on checkmates; it was stronger. And he could feel something else stirring the ashes of evil and re-kindling the flame of Darkness.

The need to inflict pain.

Whoever had such strong feelings of hatred certainly wanted to cause pain; perhaps the same pain they had felt. It was not a possessed person, this Chiaki was sure of. It was just plain evil, straight from the hidden Realms. It made even him afraid. He did not want to face someone with such strong feelings of hatred and sorrow. He pitied the poor fool who couldn't sense it and approached this person like this. He made a mental note to stay away from this new evil.

The evil wanted revenge.

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The red-haired beauty was suddenly changed. Her red waves turned to sleek black curls, her pale skin turned even paler, and her green eyes became red. Her ripped and bloodied clothes disappeared to reveal a revealing black-and-red gown. She threw a black coat over it, and grinned, baring sharp fangs. She was going to get her revenge.

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Maron was unsuspecting as she walked into the empty lobby. But as she opened her mailbox to check for mail and send her letter, scrawled in blood-red glistening letters was:

Beware

Someone hates you

Somebody wants your death to come true

Someone wants to take care of you

To make your face run with teardrops blue

Someone wants you to breathe your last breath

Someone wants you to taste death

BEWARE

Terrified, she slammed her mailbox door shut and ran upstairs. Terror overcame all reason as she threw herself into her apartment. She knew someone- in all likelihood, Chiaki, with one of his notes- would eventually see that message that looked as if it had been painted in blood. She knew it had to be only red paint, but it had that stench about, that foul stench of blood that makes you want to retch and empty the contents of your stomach and run away.

It reminded her of the time that, as a joke, a boy from her school had put a dead lamb in her locker. She rarely used her locker, and didn't open it for three days. By then, it gave off a foul, rotting odor. She'd vomited right then, as had Miyako.

After that, she moved lockers and checked it at least once daily.

Neither Chiaki nor Iinchou knew about this; Iinchou's locker was far away from hers and Chiaki hadn't been there yet. She didn't plan on telling either one of them, either. As a matter of fact, she didn't plan on speaking to Chiaki again. She was still decently pissed off, and, well, she was sick at his half-hearted attempts to charm her. He should know by now that making perverted comments and flirting constantly with other girls was not work with her.

But anyways. She flopped carelessly onto her bed, then sat up and rested her forehead against the cool, white wall. She felt a chilly night breeze from her door, and shivered slightly. But she hadn't left her balcony door open, had she? Her eyes widened in fear, and she thought she heard moving and muttering outside. She swore colorfully under her breath, inching her hand silently towards her cross. Gingerly she picked it up it and began to murmur the transformation incantation (whee, rhyming).

But before she could finish, a strange voice whispered in her ear:

"I don't think so, sweetheart."

And that was the last thing she remembered, because at that second, something heavy connected with her skull and everything became black.

The Russian man grunted in disapproval as he and his German partner picked up the limp form of the teenaged girl. They began arguing very rapidly in Russian broken with English and German. Their translated conversation went something like this:

"I don't like this at all," The Russian man, Nikolai, said under his breath to his partner, Bryan.

"Yes, well, it is not your job to say what is wise and what is foolish and reckless. It is Her job. You let Her do Her job and we just do the kidnapping and the stealing."

"But even you, the obedient little puppy, must agree that this is foolish, uh? That boy, following this girl, he will notice, yes? And he will look for her; he will have all his though bent on finding her, correct? For I think they have feelings, you understand?" Nikolai insisted.

"Yes, bet you must understand that he will never, ever find Her hideout. It is hidden; it is safe; he will never find her and we will get our money and return to our homelands." Bryan said even softer to Nikolai.

Finally Nikolai gave in, for he was forced to agree. No mere human would ever stumble upon Her hideout. Yes, she had made sure of that.

The girl who had died stared at them down her nose. "Bring her to the Hideout," she said firmly, in a commanding tone of voice. "And if she wakes up," she smiled slightly, baring white, glistening fangs, "hit her harder."

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Chiaki heard voices out on Maron's balcony, but at first he dismissed it as her talking to herself. They became rather annoying however, so he was just about to get up, when he thought he heard a thud, like the sound of something heavy and hard connecting with flesh and bone, followed almost immediately by a soft moan. He was just about to get up when Access came in, screaming for hotcakes. He couldn't get him to shut up for about five minutes, and then he heard voices that definitely belonged to two males. He leapt up in rage, and ran towards his balcony, his mind rapidly filling in the missing puzzle pieces, but by the time he got out on his balcony, it was too late.

Whoever had been in her apartment had disappeared without a trace.

He ran as fast as she could into the hallway, banging frantically on her door. Please, please, answer the door Maron, he thought fretfully. Finally, he gave up and tried opening the door. It was unlocked, and her apartment was dark. He wandered silently until he came to her bedroom, and his heart sank at what he saw.

Her rosary was lying on the floor, a few droplets of blood staining the carpet beside it.

End Chapter Four

Wow, that took forever. But look, no footnotes! Yay! I like this chapter, even though it's short and really, really weird. It gets the story moving on. Anyways, please review.

Oh, and standard disclaimers apply.  If you couldn't tell, I think Nikolai is an awesome name. The only awesomer Russian name is Katia.

Again, please review!