SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
It was dark and cold the cell walls were not a welcoming sight to the occupant that lay in there. His face was bruised and torn from the many wounds that bound his body in pain and misery. Some where fatal but by fate they are now barely a scar now. Others are still fresh and pocked his body. His was bleeding from many places. He was sore, tired and hungry but he could not let the cravings get to him his silky white hair lay in his eyes covering the cat eyes that shown from it. The voices in his head told him that he is now a Hanyou and half breed and he better get used to it. Feeling the ears on his head he could feel them twitch here and there. They where once human but now are like a dogs ears hiding in the contrast to his silky shoulder length locks that hung loosely and messily. His clothes where torn in many places to the point of being nothing but rags. He tore at them with his claws and finding himself naked he curled up in a ball and waited for his misery to fade. The darkness was a welcoming sight letting him see in its comforting presence allows him to know of the different cracks that are in the walls or to watch the rats crawling out of them. Starving he caught one with inhuman strength and ate it bloodily. It was then that he saw another of the others memories.
Walking alone she saw them playing at the nearby baseball field practicing for the up coming tournament. The setting sun in the foreground she wondered away from them and towards the distant building. Her stomach growled with hunger as she reached into the bag on her arm to pull out a sandwich. The meat was dripping with blood as she consumed it allowing herself to swim in the juices and savor the taste. She wanted to just sit and eat but she knew that was not destined to be as the other came up to her and asking her what she wanted to do.
He was thrust from the memory by the door opening and a woman entered, "You disappointed us again Moro," she said with a sneer, "The master is not pleased at all at what you did and neither is Mr. Kushranada they wanted to see results and you failed to fight another Shadow Assassin," she said kicking him sending him to the ground in pain. Some of the many cuts that he acquired reopened and he saw himself bleeding again. "Pathetic excuse for a Hanyou even Inu-Yasha proved to be a better fighter then you," she said beating him again and again. Finally at the brink of unconsciousness he saw her leave. Letting a single tear fall he could only say one word, "sorry," he whispered and darkness consumed him.
The darkness surrounded him with all its glory leaving him alone to dwell on what he did. This was his favorite place, a place of refuge from all the pain in the world. The only other here was the one whom he shared his body with. She lay asleep in a tree next to a well her features flowed with the wind. Her face was pocked with violet stripes two under each eye. A crescent moon marking on her forehead as well as red markings on her eyelids making her look surreal and untouchable. The dog ears on her head are the only indication that she was not human as well as her silver hair. He found himself in his human form again dark unruly hair and Persian eyes that are human not monster. His hands no longer held the claws that are with him in the real world. He wore his green Preventer's jacket with all his markings on it but it was torn and ragged. Feeling a presence behind him he turned to face the voices again. The same two figures that have been haunting his dreams every night for the past few months. They helped him stay sane and helped him adapt to his new body without beating him. The taller of the two who bore the same markings as the girl in the tree stepped up first. He walked up to the girl in the tree her nakedness allowed a small smile to play on his face as he cress her cheek. "Young child who was born a human became a demon against her will soon vengeance is yours and justice is served," he said in a low voice then turning the other who bore the ears of a dog walked up as well. He bid his farewell and then turned to him. The man knew that they will once again train him and make him better. They where the ones who told him not to go all out against the ones who tore into his flesh. They where the ones who told him to fight back the pains coming from his head when he disobeyed orders. He could only dwell on that idea until he was one day set free. He walked closer to the person as he saw her figure being caressed by the wind and her flowing silver hair dance with it. He sighed to himself as he climbed up the vine to the tree and placed a hand on hers. As he did images flashed through his mind as well as feelings the most powerful are Revenge, Justice, Anger, Hate, Sadness, and most of all Loneliness the feelings where very strong as well as a determination to be set free. Climbing down he turned to the nude in the tree as she slept peacefully, "One day I will set you free my friend and you will have your justice as well as I," he said before turning away again and walking down the path to the nearby well. he remembered this well for every time he fell in it he would awaken from this dream world back into reality and to face the pain once again. Taking a deep breath he leaped in and felt the waking darkness consume him once again.
Opening his eyes the figure looked around to the familiar cell and the rats that ran through it. "I see you are finally awake," said the woman outside, "I have a job for you," she said and called him and he knew he had to obey or feel pain again. "You will attack the city Salt Lake in the United States you leave tonight." She said as she turned around and left, "Make sure he is ready for distribution or Mr. Ellison will not be happy," she said to a guard. The guard went into the cell and grabbed the figure and dragged him out to the hangar to his next mission.
It was dark and cold the cell walls were not a welcoming sight to the occupant that lay in there. His face was bruised and torn from the many wounds that bound his body in pain and misery. Some where fatal but by fate they are now barely a scar now. Others are still fresh and pocked his body. His was bleeding from many places. He was sore, tired and hungry but he could not let the cravings get to him his silky white hair lay in his eyes covering the cat eyes that shown from it. The voices in his head told him that he is now a Hanyou and half breed and he better get used to it. Feeling the ears on his head he could feel them twitch here and there. They where once human but now are like a dogs ears hiding in the contrast to his silky shoulder length locks that hung loosely and messily. His clothes where torn in many places to the point of being nothing but rags. He tore at them with his claws and finding himself naked he curled up in a ball and waited for his misery to fade. The darkness was a welcoming sight letting him see in its comforting presence allows him to know of the different cracks that are in the walls or to watch the rats crawling out of them. Starving he caught one with inhuman strength and ate it bloodily. It was then that he saw another of the others memories.
Walking alone she saw them playing at the nearby baseball field practicing for the up coming tournament. The setting sun in the foreground she wondered away from them and towards the distant building. Her stomach growled with hunger as she reached into the bag on her arm to pull out a sandwich. The meat was dripping with blood as she consumed it allowing herself to swim in the juices and savor the taste. She wanted to just sit and eat but she knew that was not destined to be as the other came up to her and asking her what she wanted to do.
He was thrust from the memory by the door opening and a woman entered, "You disappointed us again Moro," she said with a sneer, "The master is not pleased at all at what you did and neither is Mr. Kushranada they wanted to see results and you failed to fight another Shadow Assassin," she said kicking him sending him to the ground in pain. Some of the many cuts that he acquired reopened and he saw himself bleeding again. "Pathetic excuse for a Hanyou even Inu-Yasha proved to be a better fighter then you," she said beating him again and again. Finally at the brink of unconsciousness he saw her leave. Letting a single tear fall he could only say one word, "sorry," he whispered and darkness consumed him.
The darkness surrounded him with all its glory leaving him alone to dwell on what he did. This was his favorite place, a place of refuge from all the pain in the world. The only other here was the one whom he shared his body with. She lay asleep in a tree next to a well her features flowed with the wind. Her face was pocked with violet stripes two under each eye. A crescent moon marking on her forehead as well as red markings on her eyelids making her look surreal and untouchable. The dog ears on her head are the only indication that she was not human as well as her silver hair. He found himself in his human form again dark unruly hair and Persian eyes that are human not monster. His hands no longer held the claws that are with him in the real world. He wore his green Preventer's jacket with all his markings on it but it was torn and ragged. Feeling a presence behind him he turned to face the voices again. The same two figures that have been haunting his dreams every night for the past few months. They helped him stay sane and helped him adapt to his new body without beating him. The taller of the two who bore the same markings as the girl in the tree stepped up first. He walked up to the girl in the tree her nakedness allowed a small smile to play on his face as he cress her cheek. "Young child who was born a human became a demon against her will soon vengeance is yours and justice is served," he said in a low voice then turning the other who bore the ears of a dog walked up as well. He bid his farewell and then turned to him. The man knew that they will once again train him and make him better. They where the ones who told him not to go all out against the ones who tore into his flesh. They where the ones who told him to fight back the pains coming from his head when he disobeyed orders. He could only dwell on that idea until he was one day set free. He walked closer to the person as he saw her figure being caressed by the wind and her flowing silver hair dance with it. He sighed to himself as he climbed up the vine to the tree and placed a hand on hers. As he did images flashed through his mind as well as feelings the most powerful are Revenge, Justice, Anger, Hate, Sadness, and most of all Loneliness the feelings where very strong as well as a determination to be set free. Climbing down he turned to the nude in the tree as she slept peacefully, "One day I will set you free my friend and you will have your justice as well as I," he said before turning away again and walking down the path to the nearby well. he remembered this well for every time he fell in it he would awaken from this dream world back into reality and to face the pain once again. Taking a deep breath he leaped in and felt the waking darkness consume him once again.
Opening his eyes the figure looked around to the familiar cell and the rats that ran through it. "I see you are finally awake," said the woman outside, "I have a job for you," she said and called him and he knew he had to obey or feel pain again. "You will attack the city Salt Lake in the United States you leave tonight." She said as she turned around and left, "Make sure he is ready for distribution or Mr. Ellison will not be happy," she said to a guard. The guard went into the cell and grabbed the figure and dragged him out to the hangar to his next mission.