Disclaimer: I do not own "The Ring" or "Ringu"
Rated Adult
A/N: Well, when I noticed that if you put "Ring" and "Ringu" together Sadako would die long before Samara the wheels in my head started turning. Mwahahah! Hope you enjoy! Side note: I'm so mean to Samara! Forgive me!
Not Alone
Samara sat daintily (she had been trained by her parents to sit that way) in her chair in front of the fuzzy TV screen. She stared at the screen with vacant eyes; it somehow helped her stay calm.
She suddenly snapped her head around as she heard a horse whinnying in a screeching high pitch. Her eyes narrowed as she felt her skin burn. The horse's pleading whinnies grew louder and louder and the smell of burning flesh reached Samara's nose from bellow her room. Suddenly the barn doors bellow flew open breaking her concentration. Daddy ran in the barn and over to what must have been a smoldering horse. Samara heard daddy's raged cry and flinched as the tall red ladder hit the edge of her "bedroom's" drop off floor. Samara looked down at her hands as she heard the ladder moan in protest against daddy's weight as he climbed it. She braced herself for her punishment.
The floor boards whined as daddy stood up on them. He drew himself up to his full height while putting a thick glove on his right hand. "You hurt the filly, didn't you!" His gloved hand came down and across Samara's beautiful pale face.
She was knocked off her chair and onto the floor. Her cheek was throbbing but she ignored it. She sat up and stared at daddy blankly as his hand came down again. Her skull hit the wood floor with a sickening thud. But she sat up again awaiting daddy's next blow but it didn't come. Instead he took out a black tape from his overalls and flung it at her.
"It's your favorite movie." He said in a scratchy voice that meant he was fighting for control. "It'll give you something to do..." With that he went back down the ladder but she heard him say, "Besides killing my precious horses!"
Samara sat there for a few minutes looking at the tape. It seemed to be giving off an aura...or maybe she was just really insane like they said because the air around the tape seemed distorted somehow. She reached out a white hand and picked it up to look at it closer. What had daddy given her? This wasn't just some tape...had he done something to it? No, he didn't know how to do such things only she did. Samara stood and sat back down in her chair. She leaned forward and pushed the tape in her VCR then pressed play. First there was nothing but fuzz then an image came on the screen; a man looking down through some sort of circle. Then a woman, she looked Aisin, combing her hair in the mirror (mommy had a mirror like it, Samara hated that mirror). Then the mirror jerked over to the other side of the wall and showed what looked like Samara! No, it wasn't her...this girl was taller, had darker skin. But her hair was just like Samara's! The mirror jerked back to the image of the woman. A mess of Aisin writing flooded the screen and seemed to swim before Samara's eyes. And then a bunch of people writhing and some strange chanting. A man with a white thing over his head appeared and a scrapping sound made Samara flinch slightly. And then...was that a well? Yes, it was a well. Then the screen went fuzzy again. Samara sat, transfixed for how long she didn't know. She was snapped out of it by another whinny from a horse. She turned off the TV...but in the black screen she saw that girl standing behind her. She spun round but there was no one there.
The next morning, once daddy finally remembered to bring her food, Samara asked him, "Daddy, what was on that tape you gave me?"
He stared at her as he sat down her food. "That stupid movie, what else would be?"
So he really didn't know. Samara knelt by the plat of food on the floor. She heard daddy climb back down the ladder then take it down so she couldn't follow. Samara picked at her food but didn't eat any of it.
Six days later Samara lay on her bed staring at her ceiling. Visions were nothing knew to her, she had them all the time, but she had just woken from one in which she had seen something that was now plastered to her brain. That girl, who seemed so like Samara, had been looking into a well when a man come up behind her, hit her with some sort of club over the head and dropped her in the well. But that wasn't all. She had then seen herself standing before that well at Shelter Mountain (they went there every year), she was singing. Then mommy came up from behind her. Mommy was talking but the words were scrambled and then, when mommy was behind Samara, she pulled a bag over her head. Samara twisted and fought for air, she scratched at mommy's arms. Then she heard, quit clearly, "All I ever wanted was you." Something heard hit her head and then she was watching mommy push her into the well.
Samara's hands curled around her blanket in little fists.
She suddenly sat up when she heard the TV turn on. The image on the screen was the well. Samara got up and walked to the TV. Something was coming, she could feel it. She stared at the screen waiting. Then a hand came up on the edge of the well, then the head and the hair falling in front of it. As the girl crawled out of the well Samara drew closer to the screen. The girl walked as if dead towards Samara, she was getting closer and closer by the minute. She was now right up to the screen...in a moment she melted through the screen! Samara stepped back. The girl was now crawling out of the TV! Samara wasn't afraid but excited; she knelt down close to the girl and touched her wet hair which pooled in front of her. The girl snapped up a fingernail-less hand and grabbed Samara's arm as she sat up. Samara braced herself for the burn and pain that happened anytime someone touched her but it didn't come. The girl seemed surprised as well as if she too had expected it. "You're dead...that's why." Whispered Samara to the girl as their hands slid up and down each others' arms savoring the sensation of painless touch. "Are you going to kill me now?" Samara asked calmly. Though she couldn't see the girl's face she could tell the girl didn't know the answer as though she hadn't known there was anything else she could do but kill. Samara used her free hand to pull away the girl's hair from her face. The site would turn anyone's stomach...anyone except Samara. The girl tried to turn away and hide behind her hair once again but Samara got a firm grip on the girl's chin and held it still. "What did he do to you?" Asked Samara referring to the man she'd seen in her vision.
"What she will do to you..." Whispered the girl in a voice that raised every hair on Samara's body.
She knew what the girl meant...mommy was going to kill her at Shelter Mountain and soon. "We're the same..." Said Samara quietly.
"I don't have much time..." Said the girl.
"You can't stay among the living long." Finished Samara. Their hands were still sliding across the others' arm. Samara couldn't believe she could touch someone without hurting them, albeit a dead girl but still it was amazing! She let her hand now wonder up the girls' white sleeve and round the curve of her shoulder. She felt the other girl return the favor and arched her back against the touch pressing herself to the other girl. She had never been touch on her bare skin for this long before, it was unlike anything she'd ever felt.
"You can feel so much..." Whispered the other girl.
Samara pulled herself together enough to realize that the girl's senses were probably different because of death. "Who are you?" Asked Samara.
"Sadako."
"I'm Samara." She pulled her hand from Sadako's sleeve and started to touch any part of Sadako's wet skin she could. She couldn't get over what it felt like to touch and be touched. But then she felt Sadako stiffen.
"I'm sorry..." Said Sadako just before the girl faded away and the TV returned to fuzz.
Samara sat there in the middle of her floor, alone. She felt tears sting her eyes. She ran her hands across her arms trying to get something of what it was to touch another but it felt hollow.
The next morning Samara sat on her bed still hugging herself and stared around at her room and the various toys that held burn marks from when she'd been angry at daddy or the horses (she could burn inanimate objects at will but people she always hurt no matter what she did). She looked at the blank wooden walls of her room; she walked up to the back wall and placed a finger on it. Smoke immediately rose from the wood. She pulled her finger away and looked at the dark burn mark. Suddenly her finger was back on the wood moving furiously and it was joined by other fingers as well. After a few minutes Samara stopped but only to grab her chair and pull it up to the wall so she could reach higher. After maybe half an hour she stepped away from the wall, dragging the chair with her, and looked at her creation. It was a site she saw many times at Shelter Mountain; the red tree lit up like flames, and the damned horses running around it.
Samara smiled cruelly at the wooden picture, "It'll be the last thing I see..." But she suddenly spun round; she smelled smoke and fire from bellow in the barn. She ran to the edge of the drop off floor and looked down. The hay! It was on fire in the shape of a large ring! The horses were going crazy, damn things disserved to die!
The doors to the barn burst open and father ran in with buckets of water. He ran around trying to put the fire out.
Samara laughed, high and cruelly, at the site.
Then mommy came in carrying more buckets and began trying to help daddy.
Finally the fire was out. Mommy looked up at Samara with a face that said clearly, "What did you do?"
Samara recoiled from the edge of her floor. She knew what was coming, burning the hide off of a few horses only got her beaten but if they thought she'd set fire to the barn...
The red ladder slammed against the edge of the floor.
Samara had the animal instinct to run but run where? There was nowhere to go, that was the whole point of them locked her up there! She saw daddy's head come up over the edge of the floor, he looked intent to kill. Samara backed away from him.
Daddy was now up the ladder and standing on the floor.
"Daddy, I didn't do it!" Pleaded Samara.
"Oh, I know," Said daddy cruelly. "Just like you didn't hurt the horses,"
Samara then noticed daddy had a whip in his hand. "No, please!" She cried but he kept advancing on her.
"...just like you didn't hurt your mother," The whip came crashing down on Samara's fragile form with a sickening crack. "Or the fish," Crack! The whip came down upon her again. "Or the weather..." Crack!
Samara had fallen to the ground screaming every time the whip hit her. She tried to conjure up horrific images and force them into daddy's brain but she couldn't while being whipped. Blood oozed from her wounds staining her white dress which had been ripped open in the back from the whip. She cried, screamed, twisted, but nothing helped the pain as the whip kept crashing down on her.
But then daddy stopped for a second to catch his breath.
Samara summoned up all the strength she had left and forced every horrible image into daddy's head that she possibly could.
Daddy's eyes widened and he paled as the images flooded his mind. He stumbled back clutching his head with his hands.
Samara kept pushing into his mind, she wanted to make him hurt as much as she did.
But then daddy saw the tree burned into the wall...he ran to the ladder and went down it as fast as he could.
Samara heard the ladder crash to the ground meaning he was all the way down and running from the barn. All her energy was gone; she lay on the floor shaking. But then she heard the TV turn on. "Sadako..." She whispered, she tried to crawl to the TV but she couldn't move. Moments later she could see Sadako's feet coming towards her. She looked up at Sadako. "Help me..."
Samara sat quietly on her bed as daddy wallpapered over the walls of her room to cover the drawing on the wall of the tree and the horses. Her back still stung but she refused to give any sign of her pain to daddy. Samara scowled at the wallpaper daddy was using; it had horses' heads all over it. Why was everything horses with daddy? Samara hated the horses. Mommy and daddy loved the bloody horses more then they did her. They loved almost everything more then her. They wouldn't even let her live in the same house as them anymore.
Daddy had finished with the wallpaper. "Get ready to leave."
"Why?" Asked Samara looking at him.
"You and mommy are going somewhere together." Said daddy trying to sound kind.
"Where are we going?" Asked Samara fanning childlike innocence.
"You'll see."
"Let's talk about the pictures." Said Doctor Meiyer.
Samara kept her face turned from him, or more importantly the camera, as she sat silently in the wooden chair.
"Samara? How do you make the pictures?" Asked Doctor Meiyer with a slight feeling of being put out by having to ask.
Samara felt the drugs in her taking effect as her vision started to blur slightly. It was becoming very hard to string words together. "I don't...make them. I see...them. And then...they just...are."
"Samara, I need you to start telling me the truth."
She was telling him the truth...but he never believed her. No one ever did...not even... "Can I see my mommy?"
"No, Samara, not until you knew what's wrong with you."
"I love my mommy." Said Samara truthfully.
"Yes, you do. But you don't want to hurt her anymore do you? You don't want to hurt anyone."
Samara felt tears well up in her eyes, was it the drugs? "But I do and I'm sorry. It won't stop." She risked a look at the camera but quickly looked away because she saw Sadako in the lens. She could hear Sadako in her heard saying, 'He won't come back for you.'
"He's going to leave me here." Said Samara.
"Who?" Asked Doctor Meiyer.
"Daddy."
"Your daddy loves you."
"Daddy loves the horses." Spat Samara. "He wants me to go away. But he doesn't know..."
"He doesn't know what?"
Samara didn't reply but just looked at the camera lens where she could still see Sadako.
"Samara?"
Then Samara and Sadako said in perfect unison, "Everyone will suffer."
Samara walked out of the house at Shelter Mountain onto the over-grazed grass. She walked towards where she knew the well was. She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't know anything now, not sense she had come back from that damned Mad House. She reached the well and looked up at the tree as the sun danced through its leaves catching them on fire. The horses were grazing there, running around and whinnying in that detestable high pitch. Samara stared at them; one day she would kill every last one of daddy's stupid horses. She felt a slight gush of wind next to her and looked over; she could see the faint outline of Sadako.
"It's today..." Whispered Sadako...or was it just the wind? "You will die in seven days..." The outline disappeared.
Samara looked down into the blackness of the well. Was there any way out of this? She had tried to stay away from Shelter Mountain but daddy would beat her 'til she agreed to come. She had tried to keep away from the well but it called to her, pulled her to it. This was her fate it seemed and she could not get out of it. But she wasn't going to take it lying down if she had to die then she would drag as many down with her as she could. Her blood parents would pay the most. She opened her mouth and began to sing,
"Here we go
The world is spinning
When it stops
It's just beginning..."
"Isn't it beautiful here, Samara?"
It was mommy's voice.
Samara looked up from the well and glared at the red tree and the horses.
"I know things will get better."
Everything seemed to slow down. Samara saw the black bag before her then it was covering her face. She struggled, twisted, grabbed mommy's arms willing them to burn, and forced every image she could into mommy's already tortured mind. She felt herself hyperventilating; she twisted her head back and forth trying to found a position in which she could breath. Her nails scratched at mommy's arms as Samara heard her say,
"All I ever wanted was you."
Panic rose in Samara just before a sharp pain followed by darkness. When her eyes opened she was under water and above her she could see the stone that sealed the well being pushed into place. Once it stopped moving Samara could see a ring of sunlight around the edges of the stone.
Noah flipped on the light in the barn. There was hay everywhere but what caught his attention was the red ladder leading up to a room built in the loft.
"Samara..." Whispered Rachel.
They walked forward to the ladder and climbed up it. Once they reached the room Noah looked around. There was faint music playing from a Musical Toy next to a bed. There were toys pushed into the corners, some of them looked as though they'd been burned and so did parts of the yellow horse wallpaper.
"Her mother was going crazy..." Said Rachel walking over to the Musical Toy. "Morgan blamed the child."
Noah looked down to his right; there was a TV and a chair. He knelt by the TV and ran his hand across the top of it.
"So he kept her here," The music stopped, Rachel must have stopped it. "Alone."
"Not alone." Said Noah looking up from the TV.
Here we go
The world is spinning
When it stops
It's just beginning
Sun comes up
We laugh and we cry
Sun goes down
And then we all die
End
