Chapter 11...get use to depressing, there will be a decent outcome in the end J .
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The train stopped about six hours later, and she the taste of Hiei's lips still lingered. His thoughts now invaded her head, and she knew he meant well. They had known each other less than two weeks, and yet, it seemed so much longer. If she could have only stared into his eyes a little longer…No doubt she was falling for him. Oh God, was she ever falling for him. But she could only end up hurting him. That was another reason for leaving. So she could take away the temptation, even though she felt as though a part of her was ripped from the center of her heart.
She stepped cautiously off the platform. Blue sky seemed to surround her. Kyoto, so beautiful, and yet so dangerous. There was no crowd. Everything was silent. Sona closed her eyes, searching for inner strength, while wanting to burst into tears. 'The only thing I can do is stop it. Somehow. And I have to do it before Hiei comes for me.' she thought while following a dirt road. Home wasn't far now.
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Paralysis wore off, and Hiei was pissed. "Why do I even care?" he asked himself angrily. Stupid question. There was something about her that he couldn't get out of his mind. Besides that she had kissed him. What the hell was that about?! He knew the answer to that deep inside him, but his ego gets in the way of his soul searching. He knew he had to go find her, but she had passed on some of her thoughts to him, telling him she had to do this on her own. In the end, Hiei had a feeling he needed to be there to pick up the pieces.
And with that he took off. Still taken back by the warmth of her goodbye kiss.
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The mansion stood before her. No one was around.
"This is so fucked up." she told herself looking around the abandoned yard. Without a care in the world, she opened the front door. All the lights were off. She didn't step in. It had to be a trap. There was no excuse for this. No servants. No sign of life. But something smelt rancid. The rank odor came from upstairs.
Deciding it would be better to move out of plain sight, she headed towards the stench to check it all out. As the master bedroom grew nearer, tears formed in her eyes from the intense smell. As her eyes fell upon the floor, she saw scarlet stains leading away from the doors. The entrance was ajar. She opened it the rest of the way, then looking in. Sona stumbled back and heaved.
The scene was horrible. Every wall was coated with blood. Her mother's body, which was barely distinguishable, had been turned inside out perfectly. All organs intact. Written on the wall behind her, in her own blood, was a message:
Mommy Dearest, May You Rest In Hell
I sent a chill down Sona's spine. Who had done this?! She backed away. Now she was scared, and curious. Who would want to kill her mother, besides herself? The light was on in her old room. Not knowing what else she'd run into, her feet took over and shuffled her towards the room at the end of the hall. Entering slowly, she saw that there was no blood in here, she sighed in relief. While turning around, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the light to her closet emitted light from within. Without hesitation, she walked up to it and grabbed the door knob.
"Fuck!" she screamed while seeing her stepfather's corpse fall forward. A crucifix was embedded in his forehead and he had multiple knife wounds. Another message was written in blood. This time addressed to the wicked man. It read:
Think About Your Sins
"No more!" she screamed and ran out of the room.
Now positive she would need a therapist, she decided she'd get the hell out of there. Behind her she heard a loud thud. She whipped around. No one behind her. She turned back around and her mother, inside out and alive, stood before her. Sona's heart pounded wildly, as her mother reached out to her and touched her face. "Help me!" she begged while falling holding on to Sona's waist. "Help me!" Sona screamed and backed away while her mother pulled her body along, leaving a thick trail of blood behind her.
Sona's backed into something soft. A man. He was alive, but she couldn't make out his face. The stranger drew his gun and blasted the crawling corpse. Blood spattered onto Sona. Where had this guy come from?! What was he doing here?! Before she could get away, a needle was shoved into her neck, and everything went black.