Slam Dunk and its characters are not mine..."sniff" Reality is harsh.
A/N: Ah, this chapter's really really long-winded. But hey! I enjoyed writing this chapter, long-winded or not!!!!
Chapter 4: The Killings Begin
The shadow stealthily stole down the dark, deserted streets of Kanagawa. Its intent was malicious. Fiery red eyes burned with rage and a tint of fear. It had been driven away by some force too powerful for it to resist, and it had to flee. For the time being. After that, when the power that was temporarily protecting them wore off, it would go back to them and finish them off. Kill them all.
But now, while waiting, it wanted a victim. Anyone, anything. It possessed a burning, hungry hate. It had evil intentions to kill.
* * *
Saechou Toyama walked to his van. "Last job tonight," he yawned to himself. He worked as a delivery-man, delivering goods here and there to people's homes.
He opened the van door and got in. And then, suddenly, he felt a chill running down his spine. Why was the night so quiet tonight? There was something not right with the silence. Something forbidding. He had better finish this job quick and retire to the safety of his home.
Then, he felt his spine tingle with an odd thrill of horror. Something was near. He could sense that he was not alone. He stared wildly around, but there was nobody. Or so he thought. When he scanned the place carefully, he saw a patch of dark in the shape of a man sitting next to him in the passenger seat. And then he saw its eyes. Glaring red pits of fire taunting him maliciously out of a dark, shadowy face. He began to shake as his eyes widened with shock.
RUN! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! His mind was giving him instructions, but his brain was not responding properly. He was frozen with shock. Glued to the seat with fear. Then, the shadow reached out what seemed to be like a dark hand and stretched it forward. Into his head. Right through his head!
His voice came back to him. He screamed. Not with pain, but with horror and disgust. The thing had reached inside his head. He could feel cold chill of its icy fingers freezing his brain. Grasping it. Then came the pain. The white-hot pain erupted in his brain. His head felt like it was on fire. He was burning inside!
He clutched his head trying to shut the pain out, but it was inside him. He lashed out at the shadow that so maliciously held its fingers inside his head, but his hand hit nothing but air. His hands could go through the thing! He screamed again this time, but in pain and terror.
As the light slowly and cruelly faded from his eyes, the last thing he saw was those red pits of fire glaring out of a dark, shadowy face.
* * *
Fukuda Kiccho glanced uneasily at his watch. Shit, I'm late, he thought. He hurried down the dark, empty streets. He had to be home soon. If not, his parents were sure to ground him for three months. He practically jogged back home. He was nearly at his house, when, he froze for no reason.
For some strange reason, he found himself glancing about uneasily in every direction. For the first time he noticed that there was something not right about the night. The silence was there all the time. That was normal. But, he sensed something evil watching him. He could feel wave after wave of hate, black scorn and malice pummel him.
Gosh, why am I feeling like this tonight? Must be my imagination, he thought. He wished it was just his imagination, but he could feel it watching him. It was real.
Then, all of a sudden, he felt a cold chill on his left side. Suddenly, he was afraid to turn. He could feel a new fear wash over him completely. Slowly, fearfully, he turned. He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes wide in terror. The hair on the back of his neck prickled and stood up straight at the sight of those fiery, red eyes. Those eyes were like two devilish flames burning in a dark face with no nose, mouth, ears or hair. Just those eyes.
A gasp of horror escaped him. That was what the creature had been waiting for. With a hiss of evil glee, it rushed in through his opened mouth. Into him. He desperately tried to shut his mouth, but it remained open. Some evil force had thrown his lips back, prised his jaws apart and made them gape wide open while that thing entered him. Then, his jaw relaxed. But it was not him who was doing it! That thing was controlling all his actions! He could feel the chill spreading through his body. Through his legs, his hands, his abdomen, his neck and into his brain.
He tried to open his mouth to scream. But he could not. He was not in control of his body anymore. He was trapped within his head. Helpless. And nobody could hear him.
Fukuda. came a low, rasping hiss from inside his head.
What the hell! Get out of me! Get out! Fukuda screamed silently at it. Rage and hate filled him.
Fukuda, tonight, you will be my tool. You will be my instrument. the hiss came again, filled with malice.
Fukuda was filled with revolt. The thing was enjoying itself. It was enjoying itself torturing him. Never! he screamed defiantly.
But you can't resist me, Fukuda. I am master of your body now. And it will obey me. Not you.
Never!
And after I have used you, I will dispose of you, Fukuda.
* * *
Hanagata Toru walked rather quickly, whistling loudly all the while. It was not a habit of his to whistle. But it was a habit of his to whistle when he felt uneasy or afraid. Tonight, he did not know why, but he felt especially uneasy. True, there was plenty of danger lurking among the shadows in the lonely streets, but he had never felt this afraid before. His whistling pierced the silence of the night, and he felt a bit better.
He turned left into another street and nearly bumped into someone. His eyes widened as he saw who it was. It was Fukuda. Hanagata did not know Fukuda well and they seldom conversed, except maybe in the Shoyo-Ryonan match against Shohoku. Nevertheless, he was relieved to see a familiar face in this dark, forbidding night. He smiled and waved at Fukuda.
Fukuda did not reply. Then he reached into his pocket and brought something out. The thing he held between his fingers glinted coldly under the dim light of the street lamps. Hanagata's heart nearly stopped for a moment. Was that a gun? Then he realized that it was too small to be a gun. It was a fairly long and extremely sharp blade. He suddenly felt all the uneasiness and fear come back to him. Something was not right. Why would Fukuda draw out a blade at him? Suddenly, he wished he were alone again. Just alone, with nobody or nothing with him.
Suddenly, in a movement of lightning speed, Fukuda shoved Hanagata hard and thrust him against the wall. "Hey, what the hell is your problem? What was that for?" Hanagata shouted angrily.
He tried to stand properly on his feet, but Fukuda used one arm to pin him against the wall. He struggled hard to get free of Fukuda's hold, but Fukuda, with surprising strength, held him back. Hanagata was feeling really afraid now. What was the meaning of all this? Why was Fukuda doing this? What was the blade for?
Then Fukuda spoke. "Toru Hanagata," he said in a low, rasping hiss. It was definitely not Fukuda's voice. It belonged to something evil, something that brought chills creeping up his spine and made his mouth dry with fear. "You don't need glasses, Hanagata-kun."
Hanagata's eyes widened. "Nani?" he demanded, trying rather unsuccessfully to swallow his fear. The creature that was controlling Fukuda pulled his lips back, baring his teeth into a malicious snarl. He gasped. There was an evil light shining in Fukuda's sleepy eyes. An evil light that definitely did not belong to Fukuda.
"You don't need glasses, Hanagata-kun," he repeated. Then, Fukuda snatched away his glasses viciously and flung it aside on the pavement, where it shattered to many pieces. "In fact, you don't need eyes at all."
Fukuda brought the blade lower to his face. "Fukuda! What are you doing? Yamete! This is not the time for games now!" Hanagata cried desperately, though he knew Fukuda was not playing around. Fukuda pulled back his lips into a sneer. He brought the blade even closer to Hanagata's face until it touched his skin.
The scream that escaped his lips was a scream of pure horror and pain.
* * *
Haruko Akagi froze when she hear the scream. Who was that? Why did he scream? What was happening to him? Suddenly, panic overtook her and she started running hard. She did not know why she was running so hard and so fast, but all she knew was that she had to reach the safety of her home fast. Suddenly, the dark streets were the most dangerous place to be in the dead of the night like this....
She ran and ran, but the streets suddenly seemed unfamiliar and twisted. She was running in a maze of streets. A labyrinth, where dangers of all sort lurked. She stopped. Her breath came out in harsh pants and ragged wheezes. She cursed silently. In her blind panic, she realized that she must have taken a wrong turning and ended up in a completely different place. But why was she panicking all of a sudden.
Calm down, Haruko, she chided herself. There's nothing to panic about. I just have a hyperactive imagination.
She slowly walked the way back she came, hoping to find the turning she had missed. Then, she saw him. He was standing under a patch of streetlight leaning against a lamp post, watching her with hard, unfriendly eyes. She squinted her eyes hard to see who he was. She recognized him from several of Shohoku's matches against Ryonan where he had been one of the main point-getters for Ryonan.
"Fukuda-kun?" she said.
* * *
Enough! Fukuda's thoughts came out in a horrified sob. Get out of me. Why are you doing all this?
Its not over yet, Fukuda. Wait and see what happens The thing in his head said tauntingly.
I don't want to! Get out of my body now! he screamed in silent hysteria.
Oh, not now. The fun part has just begun. Then I'll leave you.
You cold, heartless bastard! All these senseless murders to you are fun? What are you? Why are you doing all this?
For fun, Fukuda. And I was once from this world myself, too. I once walked here in the very streets of Kanagawa centuries ago. But some foolish people have disturbed my dark slumber. They did not know what they were doing. They set me free again.
Fukuda cursed all those people who had messed with things that they did not understand in, and let evil things loose without knowing it. The thing that was controlling him laughed again and again inside his head. Peal after peal of silent but cruel laughter reached him, right into the chamber of his mind where Fukuda was locked in. He was helpless.
It's your turn now, Fukuda.
* * *
This is where it all ends for you, Fukuda. But for me, it has all just begun.
Fukuda looked all around him through his eyes that he could not control. A sort of dazed horror and panic filled him. He was on the roof of a huge building, which had probably forty or fifty storeys high. Below, Kanagawa lay serene and calm, lighted by the street lamps dotting the streets. All the sleepers in their homes below were not aware of the evil that had come to haunt the night.
Goodbye, Fukuda.
What are you doing? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Fukuda cried hysterically.
The thing did not answer. Instead, it used his legs to walk backward a little, and then, it started running. Fukuda then realized what it was trying to do. He tried to stop his legs, but they would not obey him. Yamete! Yamete! Onegai! he cried frantically.
Goodbye Fukuda.
IYAAAAA!! he screamed as his legs did a flying leap into the darkness below.
The moment he started plunging down, he felt the thing leave him. And a scream of terror escaped his lips. The thing had left him. Leaving him to plunge down into the swallowing darkness below.
Tbc.
AAAHHH! That wuz soooo long-winded! It wuz really fun typing it out though. Killing people off. Uh, fans of Fukuda, Haruko, and Hanagata, pls dun get mad wif me.....
A/N: Ah, this chapter's really really long-winded. But hey! I enjoyed writing this chapter, long-winded or not!!!!
Chapter 4: The Killings Begin
The shadow stealthily stole down the dark, deserted streets of Kanagawa. Its intent was malicious. Fiery red eyes burned with rage and a tint of fear. It had been driven away by some force too powerful for it to resist, and it had to flee. For the time being. After that, when the power that was temporarily protecting them wore off, it would go back to them and finish them off. Kill them all.
But now, while waiting, it wanted a victim. Anyone, anything. It possessed a burning, hungry hate. It had evil intentions to kill.
* * *
Saechou Toyama walked to his van. "Last job tonight," he yawned to himself. He worked as a delivery-man, delivering goods here and there to people's homes.
He opened the van door and got in. And then, suddenly, he felt a chill running down his spine. Why was the night so quiet tonight? There was something not right with the silence. Something forbidding. He had better finish this job quick and retire to the safety of his home.
Then, he felt his spine tingle with an odd thrill of horror. Something was near. He could sense that he was not alone. He stared wildly around, but there was nobody. Or so he thought. When he scanned the place carefully, he saw a patch of dark in the shape of a man sitting next to him in the passenger seat. And then he saw its eyes. Glaring red pits of fire taunting him maliciously out of a dark, shadowy face. He began to shake as his eyes widened with shock.
RUN! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! His mind was giving him instructions, but his brain was not responding properly. He was frozen with shock. Glued to the seat with fear. Then, the shadow reached out what seemed to be like a dark hand and stretched it forward. Into his head. Right through his head!
His voice came back to him. He screamed. Not with pain, but with horror and disgust. The thing had reached inside his head. He could feel cold chill of its icy fingers freezing his brain. Grasping it. Then came the pain. The white-hot pain erupted in his brain. His head felt like it was on fire. He was burning inside!
He clutched his head trying to shut the pain out, but it was inside him. He lashed out at the shadow that so maliciously held its fingers inside his head, but his hand hit nothing but air. His hands could go through the thing! He screamed again this time, but in pain and terror.
As the light slowly and cruelly faded from his eyes, the last thing he saw was those red pits of fire glaring out of a dark, shadowy face.
* * *
Fukuda Kiccho glanced uneasily at his watch. Shit, I'm late, he thought. He hurried down the dark, empty streets. He had to be home soon. If not, his parents were sure to ground him for three months. He practically jogged back home. He was nearly at his house, when, he froze for no reason.
For some strange reason, he found himself glancing about uneasily in every direction. For the first time he noticed that there was something not right about the night. The silence was there all the time. That was normal. But, he sensed something evil watching him. He could feel wave after wave of hate, black scorn and malice pummel him.
Gosh, why am I feeling like this tonight? Must be my imagination, he thought. He wished it was just his imagination, but he could feel it watching him. It was real.
Then, all of a sudden, he felt a cold chill on his left side. Suddenly, he was afraid to turn. He could feel a new fear wash over him completely. Slowly, fearfully, he turned. He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes wide in terror. The hair on the back of his neck prickled and stood up straight at the sight of those fiery, red eyes. Those eyes were like two devilish flames burning in a dark face with no nose, mouth, ears or hair. Just those eyes.
A gasp of horror escaped him. That was what the creature had been waiting for. With a hiss of evil glee, it rushed in through his opened mouth. Into him. He desperately tried to shut his mouth, but it remained open. Some evil force had thrown his lips back, prised his jaws apart and made them gape wide open while that thing entered him. Then, his jaw relaxed. But it was not him who was doing it! That thing was controlling all his actions! He could feel the chill spreading through his body. Through his legs, his hands, his abdomen, his neck and into his brain.
He tried to open his mouth to scream. But he could not. He was not in control of his body anymore. He was trapped within his head. Helpless. And nobody could hear him.
Fukuda. came a low, rasping hiss from inside his head.
What the hell! Get out of me! Get out! Fukuda screamed silently at it. Rage and hate filled him.
Fukuda, tonight, you will be my tool. You will be my instrument. the hiss came again, filled with malice.
Fukuda was filled with revolt. The thing was enjoying itself. It was enjoying itself torturing him. Never! he screamed defiantly.
But you can't resist me, Fukuda. I am master of your body now. And it will obey me. Not you.
Never!
And after I have used you, I will dispose of you, Fukuda.
* * *
Hanagata Toru walked rather quickly, whistling loudly all the while. It was not a habit of his to whistle. But it was a habit of his to whistle when he felt uneasy or afraid. Tonight, he did not know why, but he felt especially uneasy. True, there was plenty of danger lurking among the shadows in the lonely streets, but he had never felt this afraid before. His whistling pierced the silence of the night, and he felt a bit better.
He turned left into another street and nearly bumped into someone. His eyes widened as he saw who it was. It was Fukuda. Hanagata did not know Fukuda well and they seldom conversed, except maybe in the Shoyo-Ryonan match against Shohoku. Nevertheless, he was relieved to see a familiar face in this dark, forbidding night. He smiled and waved at Fukuda.
Fukuda did not reply. Then he reached into his pocket and brought something out. The thing he held between his fingers glinted coldly under the dim light of the street lamps. Hanagata's heart nearly stopped for a moment. Was that a gun? Then he realized that it was too small to be a gun. It was a fairly long and extremely sharp blade. He suddenly felt all the uneasiness and fear come back to him. Something was not right. Why would Fukuda draw out a blade at him? Suddenly, he wished he were alone again. Just alone, with nobody or nothing with him.
Suddenly, in a movement of lightning speed, Fukuda shoved Hanagata hard and thrust him against the wall. "Hey, what the hell is your problem? What was that for?" Hanagata shouted angrily.
He tried to stand properly on his feet, but Fukuda used one arm to pin him against the wall. He struggled hard to get free of Fukuda's hold, but Fukuda, with surprising strength, held him back. Hanagata was feeling really afraid now. What was the meaning of all this? Why was Fukuda doing this? What was the blade for?
Then Fukuda spoke. "Toru Hanagata," he said in a low, rasping hiss. It was definitely not Fukuda's voice. It belonged to something evil, something that brought chills creeping up his spine and made his mouth dry with fear. "You don't need glasses, Hanagata-kun."
Hanagata's eyes widened. "Nani?" he demanded, trying rather unsuccessfully to swallow his fear. The creature that was controlling Fukuda pulled his lips back, baring his teeth into a malicious snarl. He gasped. There was an evil light shining in Fukuda's sleepy eyes. An evil light that definitely did not belong to Fukuda.
"You don't need glasses, Hanagata-kun," he repeated. Then, Fukuda snatched away his glasses viciously and flung it aside on the pavement, where it shattered to many pieces. "In fact, you don't need eyes at all."
Fukuda brought the blade lower to his face. "Fukuda! What are you doing? Yamete! This is not the time for games now!" Hanagata cried desperately, though he knew Fukuda was not playing around. Fukuda pulled back his lips into a sneer. He brought the blade even closer to Hanagata's face until it touched his skin.
The scream that escaped his lips was a scream of pure horror and pain.
* * *
Haruko Akagi froze when she hear the scream. Who was that? Why did he scream? What was happening to him? Suddenly, panic overtook her and she started running hard. She did not know why she was running so hard and so fast, but all she knew was that she had to reach the safety of her home fast. Suddenly, the dark streets were the most dangerous place to be in the dead of the night like this....
She ran and ran, but the streets suddenly seemed unfamiliar and twisted. She was running in a maze of streets. A labyrinth, where dangers of all sort lurked. She stopped. Her breath came out in harsh pants and ragged wheezes. She cursed silently. In her blind panic, she realized that she must have taken a wrong turning and ended up in a completely different place. But why was she panicking all of a sudden.
Calm down, Haruko, she chided herself. There's nothing to panic about. I just have a hyperactive imagination.
She slowly walked the way back she came, hoping to find the turning she had missed. Then, she saw him. He was standing under a patch of streetlight leaning against a lamp post, watching her with hard, unfriendly eyes. She squinted her eyes hard to see who he was. She recognized him from several of Shohoku's matches against Ryonan where he had been one of the main point-getters for Ryonan.
"Fukuda-kun?" she said.
* * *
Enough! Fukuda's thoughts came out in a horrified sob. Get out of me. Why are you doing all this?
Its not over yet, Fukuda. Wait and see what happens The thing in his head said tauntingly.
I don't want to! Get out of my body now! he screamed in silent hysteria.
Oh, not now. The fun part has just begun. Then I'll leave you.
You cold, heartless bastard! All these senseless murders to you are fun? What are you? Why are you doing all this?
For fun, Fukuda. And I was once from this world myself, too. I once walked here in the very streets of Kanagawa centuries ago. But some foolish people have disturbed my dark slumber. They did not know what they were doing. They set me free again.
Fukuda cursed all those people who had messed with things that they did not understand in, and let evil things loose without knowing it. The thing that was controlling him laughed again and again inside his head. Peal after peal of silent but cruel laughter reached him, right into the chamber of his mind where Fukuda was locked in. He was helpless.
It's your turn now, Fukuda.
* * *
This is where it all ends for you, Fukuda. But for me, it has all just begun.
Fukuda looked all around him through his eyes that he could not control. A sort of dazed horror and panic filled him. He was on the roof of a huge building, which had probably forty or fifty storeys high. Below, Kanagawa lay serene and calm, lighted by the street lamps dotting the streets. All the sleepers in their homes below were not aware of the evil that had come to haunt the night.
Goodbye, Fukuda.
What are you doing? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Fukuda cried hysterically.
The thing did not answer. Instead, it used his legs to walk backward a little, and then, it started running. Fukuda then realized what it was trying to do. He tried to stop his legs, but they would not obey him. Yamete! Yamete! Onegai! he cried frantically.
Goodbye Fukuda.
IYAAAAA!! he screamed as his legs did a flying leap into the darkness below.
The moment he started plunging down, he felt the thing leave him. And a scream of terror escaped his lips. The thing had left him. Leaving him to plunge down into the swallowing darkness below.
Tbc.
AAAHHH! That wuz soooo long-winded! It wuz really fun typing it out though. Killing people off. Uh, fans of Fukuda, Haruko, and Hanagata, pls dun get mad wif me.....