Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.
Notes: :bows: I'm sorry this one is short, but it's part of the fic so it must be added. :frowns: I don't really like this chap myself and I hope I don't loose anybody along the way.
Author: Thanks to all my reviewers, I'm happy most stayed with the fic :grins: and there r even new faces so everything is cool.
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Yonk: :smiles: Well now u have a chance to review. :cuddles: So happy that yur reading my fic! :grins: Weird is good, I'm glad u like it so far. Bleh, must write more hehe. Thanks for the review!
Erica: :laughs: Close, but the stupid dream is next, I hafta add more to it though. I'm happy u decided to stick with the fic! Thanks again.
animeprincess5214: :grins: Well I'm glad Tyza seems to be enjoying it. :grins evilly: And of course I shall make the evil person suffer in the end. I especially thank u for always staying with my stuff. Hehe, ja ne.
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Darkness. An inky black so deep that even the thought of light could not pass through its depths. If this was what it was like to be blind then Goten was experiencing it full force, he couldn't tell if his eyes were opened or closed, and even when he tentively brushed his fingers across his eyes there was nothing. He rubbed his lids furiously, clenching them shut tightly yet not even seeing the tiny bursts of color he was accustomed to.
Fear, this was a very familiar emotion to Goten. That was the position he found himself in now, terrified. He felt weak without his eyes and stumbled forward with his hands outstretched before him. He continued this awkward gait, shuffling his feet so as not to trip, until his hand hit something solid. He frowned and ran his hand across the rough surface of a tree's trunk, on closer inspection he found that he was surrounded by trees.
He knew he was still lost as the shadows around him began to blur together into shapes. Even the surrounding grey was soon replaced by the soft hue of color and his eyes became accustomed to his new surroundings. This still did not bode well with his instincts, and he felt the urge to run, feeling as though something was stalking him.
The familiar clenching of his lungs warned him of the panic attack rising to his brain. His uneven breathing grew heavy and his hand rose to his chest, clutching desperately at the thin shirt covering him.
His breath quickened and the tightening in his chest was becoming unbearable. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and staggered to his feet, wavering slightly. Panting, he gazed around, his dark eyes piercing through the similar darkness he was trapped in.
The feeling of hidden eyes watching him caused him to turn slowly, the hair on his neck standing up and quivering in anticipation. A shadow, that's all he could see but he knew there was something in there, and he knew that it was coming to get him.
He found himself running. Running from his fears, running from the monsters of the night. Yet no matter how long or fast he ran he could not escape, he felt the hot breath of his stalker on the back of his neck and only this urged his brain forward.
Despite his immediate fear, his legs slowed with weariness and he found himself in a cold, dark place yet again, the feeling of overwhelming terror already deeply imbedded in his mind and coming to his defense naturally.
The oily darkness was overbearing, the air thick with the perfume of death. Goten shuddered and stepped forward fearfully into the darkness.
The putrid stench of decaying flesh hit his senses with an angry force and he choked on his breath, gagging as he felt the urge to retch rise in his gut. His eyes watered painfully and he reeled from the sight he saw, wrenching his tearing gaze from the horror before him.
He was at the lake, the cursed lake which had claimed his innocence and his clear conscience. Nothing remained the same from his memory though, in this never ending nightmare, darkness reigned supreme, allowing no light to be shed on his small and unimportant form drowning in the shadows.
He didn't want to be here. Not with these memories, not with these nightmares.
"W-why does this have to happen?" He whimpered.
Pale and shaking he moved toward the lake, already falling in step with the nightmare he had been forced to witness so many times before. Despite this he was trapped in the slow circle of terror, the dream never changing even after the numerous times he had tried.
The water was eerily calm and the silence around him deafening, there was no movement save for his erratic breathing. It had been no wonder he had slowly lost his mind, after the endless torture that continued to haunt him day and night any sane person would.
He watched with pained eyes as the water began to swirl with darkness. It wasn't the comforting kind, then again, no darkness was comforting, not in this world. Blood, that was what the darkness held, he could smell the coppery scent of it as it became more renowned.
He was mesmerized by fear, frozen, paralyzed. His mind was screaming at him to run, to do anything to stop what was about to happen, to stop the vision of horror that was about to grace his eyes.
The now bloodied water roiled and foamed and that's when he saw it. The bloated body floating in the water lifelessly, the stench and the blood was cascading from that one source of terror that would soon come to life.
His heart slammed painfully in his chest as the feeling of dread mounted. Stomach cramped with fear, he backed away from the bubbling water.
The next part of the dream always bode for the worse as the fog rolled slowly in from across the lake. He felt a pang in his chest and took a deep breath, letting it shudder out of him, and then again, the fear rising in his gut.
His teeth chattered with the numbing cold that was seeping into his bones, his breath huffing out in small clouds of heat.
He squinted his eyes as the fog rushed toward him and his hair was blasted back by the sharp slice of wind. He shuddered, unwillingly swallowed by the frigid air.
Despite his lack of vision he was still on high alert and kept his eyes wide, knowing and dreading the next chapter to this horror story.
The sudden wet sound of footsteps was like an explosion to the silence. The squish of water-filled shoes resounded around Goten and the panic he had been holding back began to make itself known.
The footsteps ceased and suddenly a cold hand wrapped around his throat possessively, Goten stiffened, accustomed to the feeling of being controlled but not enjoying it. The clammy weight from the one behind him pushed against his back and Goten tried to remain calm.
He didn't need to turn to see the gaping holes where eyes used to be nor did he need to see the familiar pale face. It was the corpse of the fisherman they had killed, he was the only antagonist to this dream.
The slack jaw of the creature remained loose and the constant heaving of its chest brought forth a bubbling moan, along with the cloud of bitterly foul breath in Goten's face.
"You killed me Goten." The hoarse voice wheezed.
Goten opened his mouth to speak, to deny the words of the corpse but a wet hand was pressed against his lips, silencing any protest from him. He shuddered in disgust at the feeling of the wrinkled skin, still moist from the dark waters and caressing his quivering face.
His body was twisted around so that he was facing the dead body but he clenched his eyes tightly shut against his fear. His face was gripped tightly and he whimpered in pain.
"Look at me." The voice hissed.
Tears came to Goten's eyes and he hated himself for being so weak. Where was Trunks when he needed him? Trunks would protect him from the nightmares, he had promised.
"No." He sobbed weakly.
"I said to look at me! Look at what you have done!" The man roared.
"Leave him alone!"
Goten's eyes shot open in surprise, this had never happened before. He turned to look over his shoulder and froze.
"No." He whispered.
It was Trunks. He was running toward them, the fog parting around his glowing body as his form grew closer. He looked like an angel coming to Goten's rescue yet at the moment it was the most horrible sight he could ever witness.
"No Trunks!" He warned his friend away.
The man forced Goten to witness his love and turned him to face Trunks' oncoming form, chuckling as he gripped Goten's shoulders painfully. The dark haired boy could only watch in horror as the shadow, the monster that haunted him during the day appeared.
"Please no." He choked tearfully.
Trunks stopped as the figure moved in his path, a sadistic grin appearing on the shadowed face. It was then that Goten heard the whispery voice.
"I warned you Goten, this is what will happen if you try to disobey me again." The dark shadow turned to him.
Goten could only watch as a ki blast was aimed at Trunks' chest.
"No!" He screamed wildly.
A bright light filled the surrounding area, blinding him, but Goten never took his eyes off his friend. The blast cleared slowly, leaving spots in his vision and the shadow stepped back, revealing the purple haired prince. Trunks locked eyes with Goten, face filled with confusion as he died.
Goten shrieked, desperately kicking and hitting to escape the clammy grasp of the hand. His heart clenched painfully as Trunks' limp body fell to the ground with a muffled thud.
"He will die Go-chan, if you ever think about defying me again." The voice whispered in his ear, sounding too real for comfort.
Terror propelled him out of his dream of darkness and Goten shot up in bed, bumping into something but paying no mind as he scurried from his tangled sheets. He fell from the bed and landed painfully on all fours, panting heavily as his burning lungs screamed for air.
Once he had caught his breath he sighed and closed his eyes, trying to calm his nerves. He wiped the sweat from his brow and nervously struggled to his knees.
He glanced up, curious as to what he had hit his head on and froze in terror.
Thick droplets of blood dripped lazily from the ceiling. The source of the scarlet liquid was the hanging body over his bed. A name came to mind, though he had never met the girl. Midori.
He scuttled away quickly and squeezed himself into the corner, eyes clenched, trying to erase the image of the innocent girl. He shoved his fists into his ears and shuddered in disgust as the soft patter from the blood arose every time it hit the mattress, forming a small pool of red on the material.
He moaned and rocked himself on the balls of his feet, covering his mouth with a quivering hand to hold back the bile that threatened to escape. The stench that he had sensed in his nightmare was slowly rising from the body and he began to cough wildly.
Terror filled all his senses and adrenaline rushed through his body. He lunged to his feet and threw himself at the door, screaming in panic for anyone to come to his aid. He thudded against the door wildly, hitting his fists over and over again, trying anything to get someone's attention.
He was ignored though, as were they all in that damn institution. He slid against the door, falling to the ground in tears.
"Please." He whimpered. "Somebody save me."
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Author: :laughs evilly: Why am I so mean to Goten? :shrugs: No clue, but don't worry, I think it gets better. :checks notes: Oh I see, um, :grins sheepishly: never mind then. Review or I'll never update again! :winks: Don't worry, I won't be evil like that, but please do review. Thanks! ja ne!
-Red-