Kiriska: Eh. Sorry, I don't really like Joe, that's why he's only had 2 POVs so far. x_x I don't like writing POVs for him, thus his chapters are never really entertaining. I don't want to do anymore chapters that just take up space like Ch.10 and 14 did. This chapter was supposed to be Joe, but then it would have been like those, so, I'm just skipping over him and moving right on. Sorry. -_- Hope no one really minds.
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Chapter Thirty-Four Making Banshees Scream
Aymichi
I lay on my side on a cot in an abandoned apartment building. My wound faced the ceiling, it hurt like hell. The slightest movement aggravated it; walking was torture. Fucking little Ishida, how the hell did he manage to stick my own knife in me? I had been so stupid. I shouldn't have taunted him, I should have just killed the bastard and gotten it over with. Rrr..stupid, stupid, stupid. You killed the guy's brother so he wants to kill you, why the bloody fuck did you have to rub it in his face and make him want to slit your throat even more? Dumb, dumb, dumb. The voice said to me. Why the hell does it matter? I yell back at it mentally, I'm never going to kill them all anyway, fuck, I might even die here today. I had lost a lot of bloody already, my bloody side might be infected I don't know, I could die within the next hour
Does it really matter if I kill them all? Would it make any difference? Each one I kill is just another face I have to see again in Hell. Fuckit, sometimes I forget why I bother. It's not like I really give a shit about the people they killed anymore. I don't know why I even started on this revenge thing. It seemed so stupid now. I don't miss my family, they were fucked up too. They fucked me up, but them dying fucked me up more. Odd, really. I released a bitter laugh, causing a sharp pain to shoot up my side. So basicly I was on a mission to kill these people without a real motivation. Sure, as a stupid 12-year old little kid I watched my family burn in a fire, and that may have started me off. But now? Now what did I give a shit if these people lived or died?
If I really looked for a reason maybe I could figure one out. Or make one up. I could say that I have to kill Ishida now or else he'd kill me. But that was pretty pointless since I really didn't give a damn if I died right now. Hell, I'd even welcome it, it's get rid of this gash in my side at least. I could go with that other reason, what it was a game. That I was some psycho wondering if I can kill all the Digidestined that no one remembers. Why do I even bother thinking about this? It's not as if anyone cares whether or not I have a reason. They certainly aren't going to come up to me and ask why I killed their friends.
I sat up, invoking pain upon myself again. I had taken off my shirt to soak up all the blood so that rag was a sticky mess in the other corner. Now I was freezing in addition to hurting from my wound. Maybe I would catch hypothermia and die. Or something. So many ways I could die, so many ways everyone could die. Every person will die eventually, so what does it matter how soon they go? Wouldn't people want to die sooner? Then they would have less time to do deeds that would send them to hell, and more of eternity to spend in heaven. But suicide was a sin wasn't it? Psh, whatever. Whatever morals people set for themselves they'll follow I guess.
So should I try and kill the rest? Did I really have much else to do? I was a wanted murderer, it wasn't as if I could go back to school again. I sneezed, then got up and put on my bloody shirt. Nasty huh? The thing was a blackish red color, stiff and parts of it was still wet and sticky. It provided little relief from the cold. Heheheh, maybe I'll go kill one of them now and steal their clothes. I sat down again and took out my knife. There was dried blood on it. Mine or Ishida's? Both probably. I suppose I would go and kill the blonde when I got another chance. But right now....maybe someone easier, one that wouldn't put up much of a fight. Who was there?
Taichi Kamiya was injured, but probably less so than I, he was still strong, might be able to take me in this condition. His sister though maybe...little Kari, she wouldn't be too hard. But the girl probably would be with her brother a lot. Hmmm... Takenouchi? She played soccer didn't she? I don't think I want a kick to my side right now. Who did that leave? Izumi and Kido. Kido would be the smarter choice. His parents and brother were always on the job. So was he really, but he was home more often than the others, and when he was he was usually alone....heeheehee. I giggled a bit, a funny sound considering. My side still hurt, but it was beginning to numb, probably from the cold.
Ha, I'm not going to die yet. I needed to see some more blood first! Beautiful sweet blood...sticky and disgusting too. I jabbed my knife through the fabric of my shirt and twisted it around, loosening the threads. It was mindless playing, the stained crimson threads unraveled and were cut off. I tore a small hole in my infected rag, my flesh was pale beneathe the revolting cloth. I stood, fetched my jacket, then pulled it over my slimey shirt. The jacket pressed the semi-wet fabric of my shirt against my skin causing this gooey feeling. Real nasty.
Should I head out now? I sat down again, another surge of pain shot up my side. Did the insane know of their insanity? Were they aware of everything they do? Ha...hell, I could be in a straitjacket right now, in a padded cell somewhere, merely dreaming that I was in a freezing abandoned apartment building plotting certain murder. Did it really matter though? If I was locked up, my going on with my plans wouldn't matter at all. If I wasn't, then woo, more Digidestined will plop dead! Wonder how many I can get before Christmas.
Heeheehee. How many lonely Digi-families will sit around their tree this year without their sons and daughters? Lonely, lonely people. I had been lonely five years ago, when they died. I had been lonely and helpess and stupid. Stupid little Aymichi was I, wishing havoc upon the 8 children that saved the city and damned my soul. Heehee, damned is a funny word. Sometimes I think of what I could be doing right now if things hadn't gone the way they have. I would be in high school right now - instead of never having even gone to high school. I might not have gotten as built as I was, I wouldn't have as much street smarts and shit. Heh, for all I know I could have ended up as a pathetic little nerd guy like Joe.
Joe, Joe, Joe! You're gonna die soon! Is your family's banshee screaming? Is she crying and wailing and making horrific noises? Can you hear her shrieking? Speaking of the death that will come upon you oh so soon? No? I'll make her scream. I'll make you scream, and bleed, bleeeeed that rich red blood. Or maybe I'll just shoot you, it's so much easier and cleaner. But blood is such a satisfying sight...oh! I know! I'll shoot you, then decapitate you, little Joe! Heeheeheee! Won't it be fun for your family and friends when they come home to see your head hanging from the doorway? Huh? Don'tchu think that'd be cool?
Maybe I'll take an arm off too, or something. Maybe I can cut out your eyeballs and put them in the fruit salad on the counter. Or how about this? I can shave your head and draw stuff on your bald scalp! What do you think? So many things...oh, but to do this I'd need a gun. Where would I get a gun? Hmm, maybe Jimmy will still sell me one. Yeah, that'd be a good bet. The alleyway black market was the only way to get what I need - no way I could show my face in a regular weapon's shop, nope. I tucked my knife into my coat pocket and was reminded off the sticky shirt I was wearing.
Hm. I need to go steal more clothes. I'll go do that now, before I freeze and it'll be a nice warm up for sneaking into Kido's place. Ah, life ain't so bad, as long as I ignore the plaguing pain in my side. And that won't be there forever right? Sure it may be a while before it heals...but it will. Heehee, sorry Ishida, I'm not dead yet. I haven't died yet. I'm off to kill another friend of yours! Oh, don't you hate me? Too bad. I like this game and I'm going to win it! Booyeh. I climbed down the rickety stairs of the apartment. The streets were pretty empty, it was only early evening though. Doesn't matter, makes my job easier.
I stole a better, thicker jacket, it was similar to the other one I stole - black and leathery. I also snatched a sweater, a few long-sleeve shirts, and jeans from a small clothing shop. Secruity is very slacked in the smaller stores. The clerk had no backup when I knocked her out. I wrapped my wound in clean bandages, easing the blistering pain significantly. And the warmer gear helped a lot. I returned to my temperary hideaway in the apartment and lay down again. No point in rushing too quickly, I was still pretty weak, I needed rest. I'd head over to Jimmy's first thing tomorrow and bargain for the gun - then I'd go over to Joe's. Mm-hmm...tomorrow was what, the 7th of November, Joe Kido's death day! Woot!
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Kiriska: Shorter than I had hoped. But I think I'm bringing out Aymichi's insane side again. ^_^ Like it?
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Chapter Thirty-Four Making Banshees Scream
Aymichi
I lay on my side on a cot in an abandoned apartment building. My wound faced the ceiling, it hurt like hell. The slightest movement aggravated it; walking was torture. Fucking little Ishida, how the hell did he manage to stick my own knife in me? I had been so stupid. I shouldn't have taunted him, I should have just killed the bastard and gotten it over with. Rrr..stupid, stupid, stupid. You killed the guy's brother so he wants to kill you, why the bloody fuck did you have to rub it in his face and make him want to slit your throat even more? Dumb, dumb, dumb. The voice said to me. Why the hell does it matter? I yell back at it mentally, I'm never going to kill them all anyway, fuck, I might even die here today. I had lost a lot of bloody already, my bloody side might be infected I don't know, I could die within the next hour
Does it really matter if I kill them all? Would it make any difference? Each one I kill is just another face I have to see again in Hell. Fuckit, sometimes I forget why I bother. It's not like I really give a shit about the people they killed anymore. I don't know why I even started on this revenge thing. It seemed so stupid now. I don't miss my family, they were fucked up too. They fucked me up, but them dying fucked me up more. Odd, really. I released a bitter laugh, causing a sharp pain to shoot up my side. So basicly I was on a mission to kill these people without a real motivation. Sure, as a stupid 12-year old little kid I watched my family burn in a fire, and that may have started me off. But now? Now what did I give a shit if these people lived or died?
If I really looked for a reason maybe I could figure one out. Or make one up. I could say that I have to kill Ishida now or else he'd kill me. But that was pretty pointless since I really didn't give a damn if I died right now. Hell, I'd even welcome it, it's get rid of this gash in my side at least. I could go with that other reason, what it was a game. That I was some psycho wondering if I can kill all the Digidestined that no one remembers. Why do I even bother thinking about this? It's not as if anyone cares whether or not I have a reason. They certainly aren't going to come up to me and ask why I killed their friends.
I sat up, invoking pain upon myself again. I had taken off my shirt to soak up all the blood so that rag was a sticky mess in the other corner. Now I was freezing in addition to hurting from my wound. Maybe I would catch hypothermia and die. Or something. So many ways I could die, so many ways everyone could die. Every person will die eventually, so what does it matter how soon they go? Wouldn't people want to die sooner? Then they would have less time to do deeds that would send them to hell, and more of eternity to spend in heaven. But suicide was a sin wasn't it? Psh, whatever. Whatever morals people set for themselves they'll follow I guess.
So should I try and kill the rest? Did I really have much else to do? I was a wanted murderer, it wasn't as if I could go back to school again. I sneezed, then got up and put on my bloody shirt. Nasty huh? The thing was a blackish red color, stiff and parts of it was still wet and sticky. It provided little relief from the cold. Heheheh, maybe I'll go kill one of them now and steal their clothes. I sat down again and took out my knife. There was dried blood on it. Mine or Ishida's? Both probably. I suppose I would go and kill the blonde when I got another chance. But right now....maybe someone easier, one that wouldn't put up much of a fight. Who was there?
Taichi Kamiya was injured, but probably less so than I, he was still strong, might be able to take me in this condition. His sister though maybe...little Kari, she wouldn't be too hard. But the girl probably would be with her brother a lot. Hmmm... Takenouchi? She played soccer didn't she? I don't think I want a kick to my side right now. Who did that leave? Izumi and Kido. Kido would be the smarter choice. His parents and brother were always on the job. So was he really, but he was home more often than the others, and when he was he was usually alone....heeheehee. I giggled a bit, a funny sound considering. My side still hurt, but it was beginning to numb, probably from the cold.
Ha, I'm not going to die yet. I needed to see some more blood first! Beautiful sweet blood...sticky and disgusting too. I jabbed my knife through the fabric of my shirt and twisted it around, loosening the threads. It was mindless playing, the stained crimson threads unraveled and were cut off. I tore a small hole in my infected rag, my flesh was pale beneathe the revolting cloth. I stood, fetched my jacket, then pulled it over my slimey shirt. The jacket pressed the semi-wet fabric of my shirt against my skin causing this gooey feeling. Real nasty.
Should I head out now? I sat down again, another surge of pain shot up my side. Did the insane know of their insanity? Were they aware of everything they do? Ha...hell, I could be in a straitjacket right now, in a padded cell somewhere, merely dreaming that I was in a freezing abandoned apartment building plotting certain murder. Did it really matter though? If I was locked up, my going on with my plans wouldn't matter at all. If I wasn't, then woo, more Digidestined will plop dead! Wonder how many I can get before Christmas.
Heeheehee. How many lonely Digi-families will sit around their tree this year without their sons and daughters? Lonely, lonely people. I had been lonely five years ago, when they died. I had been lonely and helpess and stupid. Stupid little Aymichi was I, wishing havoc upon the 8 children that saved the city and damned my soul. Heehee, damned is a funny word. Sometimes I think of what I could be doing right now if things hadn't gone the way they have. I would be in high school right now - instead of never having even gone to high school. I might not have gotten as built as I was, I wouldn't have as much street smarts and shit. Heh, for all I know I could have ended up as a pathetic little nerd guy like Joe.
Joe, Joe, Joe! You're gonna die soon! Is your family's banshee screaming? Is she crying and wailing and making horrific noises? Can you hear her shrieking? Speaking of the death that will come upon you oh so soon? No? I'll make her scream. I'll make you scream, and bleed, bleeeeed that rich red blood. Or maybe I'll just shoot you, it's so much easier and cleaner. But blood is such a satisfying sight...oh! I know! I'll shoot you, then decapitate you, little Joe! Heeheeheee! Won't it be fun for your family and friends when they come home to see your head hanging from the doorway? Huh? Don'tchu think that'd be cool?
Maybe I'll take an arm off too, or something. Maybe I can cut out your eyeballs and put them in the fruit salad on the counter. Or how about this? I can shave your head and draw stuff on your bald scalp! What do you think? So many things...oh, but to do this I'd need a gun. Where would I get a gun? Hmm, maybe Jimmy will still sell me one. Yeah, that'd be a good bet. The alleyway black market was the only way to get what I need - no way I could show my face in a regular weapon's shop, nope. I tucked my knife into my coat pocket and was reminded off the sticky shirt I was wearing.
Hm. I need to go steal more clothes. I'll go do that now, before I freeze and it'll be a nice warm up for sneaking into Kido's place. Ah, life ain't so bad, as long as I ignore the plaguing pain in my side. And that won't be there forever right? Sure it may be a while before it heals...but it will. Heehee, sorry Ishida, I'm not dead yet. I haven't died yet. I'm off to kill another friend of yours! Oh, don't you hate me? Too bad. I like this game and I'm going to win it! Booyeh. I climbed down the rickety stairs of the apartment. The streets were pretty empty, it was only early evening though. Doesn't matter, makes my job easier.
I stole a better, thicker jacket, it was similar to the other one I stole - black and leathery. I also snatched a sweater, a few long-sleeve shirts, and jeans from a small clothing shop. Secruity is very slacked in the smaller stores. The clerk had no backup when I knocked her out. I wrapped my wound in clean bandages, easing the blistering pain significantly. And the warmer gear helped a lot. I returned to my temperary hideaway in the apartment and lay down again. No point in rushing too quickly, I was still pretty weak, I needed rest. I'd head over to Jimmy's first thing tomorrow and bargain for the gun - then I'd go over to Joe's. Mm-hmm...tomorrow was what, the 7th of November, Joe Kido's death day! Woot!
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Kiriska: Shorter than I had hoped. But I think I'm bringing out Aymichi's insane side again. ^_^ Like it?
