Inuyasha Fanfiction
Delirium's Screenplay
Written By: Kosaten
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi
Author's Note: This is going to be a weird fanfic, to let you know. If it gets too strange let me know. Enjoy! Don't forget that I accept flames!
A dream, it was all a dream. It had to be, right? There was no way my charcoal hair could have been sprawled about on a bone-chilling concrete floor. There was no way I was laying prostrate, my wrists and ankles bound to the ground with metal chains. There was no way a drop of water could have leaked through the cracked and molding ceiling above me. A dream.
How could I have gotten here, wherever 'here' was? How could I have managed to get myself in the hands of the enemy; in the palm of the man that had ruined the lives of my best friends? I inhaled a deep breathe, then let the air slowly escape my lungs. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, rolling down onto my ear and onto the hard surface on which my back lay. To my left, a haunting wall blanketed with bullet holes and dried blood. Above: a single, flickering light bulb encircled by three hopeful moths. The enemy, katana propped against his shoulder, sat uncomfortably against the opposite wall, my right. His eyes bore into my chest, watching it with the greatest amount of interest as my uncontrollable heart beat faster, faster. Ba boom; ba boom; ba boom. My head throbbed, brain bashing into the side of my skull. Would I ever get out of here alive?
"Why are you afraid?" His voice cut the petrifying silence that masked the cellar thicker than the worst of fog. I shivered. His words were as if someone ran a gloved hand down my spine, and whispered into my neck. My chest ached, my heart stopped, then sped like an Olympic runner going for the gold. To put it simply: I was scared. The amount of fear consuming me could easily put the Atlantic Ocean into a drought, had it the power.
I remained mute and forced greater interest upon those three moths, watching as they flew around the bulb. A sharp intake of air was taken as three bullet shots went off. Cling; clang; cling. Three bullets and three crisp brown insects fell askew onto the floor. My breathing became faster. My eyes closed; I saw spots. Green, purple, red spots. No, I wanted them gone. I wanted to see only my friends' smiling faces, their cheerful giggles. No, what I saw...I saw purple and pink. Flames, a burning corpse. The Shikon-No-Tama. I saw...wait!
My eyes snapped open, my chest hurled upright, only to be slammed against the floor with so much force my back bruised. Damn these chains! I coughed. I felt choked. Where had that gun come from? The bulb? The dried blood? Why had I not realized it before? My head whipped to the side, eye-to-eye with the enemy. His face mocking mine with a crooked smile.
"Where am I?" I breathed out.
Author's Note: This is going to be a weird fanfic, to let you know. If it gets too strange let me know. Enjoy! Don't forget that I accept flames!
A dream, it was all a dream. It had to be, right? There was no way my charcoal hair could have been sprawled about on a bone-chilling concrete floor. There was no way I was laying prostrate, my wrists and ankles bound to the ground with metal chains. There was no way a drop of water could have leaked through the cracked and molding ceiling above me. A dream.
How could I have gotten here, wherever 'here' was? How could I have managed to get myself in the hands of the enemy; in the palm of the man that had ruined the lives of my best friends? I inhaled a deep breathe, then let the air slowly escape my lungs. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, rolling down onto my ear and onto the hard surface on which my back lay. To my left, a haunting wall blanketed with bullet holes and dried blood. Above: a single, flickering light bulb encircled by three hopeful moths. The enemy, katana propped against his shoulder, sat uncomfortably against the opposite wall, my right. His eyes bore into my chest, watching it with the greatest amount of interest as my uncontrollable heart beat faster, faster. Ba boom; ba boom; ba boom. My head throbbed, brain bashing into the side of my skull. Would I ever get out of here alive?
"Why are you afraid?" His voice cut the petrifying silence that masked the cellar thicker than the worst of fog. I shivered. His words were as if someone ran a gloved hand down my spine, and whispered into my neck. My chest ached, my heart stopped, then sped like an Olympic runner going for the gold. To put it simply: I was scared. The amount of fear consuming me could easily put the Atlantic Ocean into a drought, had it the power.
I remained mute and forced greater interest upon those three moths, watching as they flew around the bulb. A sharp intake of air was taken as three bullet shots went off. Cling; clang; cling. Three bullets and three crisp brown insects fell askew onto the floor. My breathing became faster. My eyes closed; I saw spots. Green, purple, red spots. No, I wanted them gone. I wanted to see only my friends' smiling faces, their cheerful giggles. No, what I saw...I saw purple and pink. Flames, a burning corpse. The Shikon-No-Tama. I saw...wait!
My eyes snapped open, my chest hurled upright, only to be slammed against the floor with so much force my back bruised. Damn these chains! I coughed. I felt choked. Where had that gun come from? The bulb? The dried blood? Why had I not realized it before? My head whipped to the side, eye-to-eye with the enemy. His face mocking mine with a crooked smile.
"Where am I?" I breathed out.