Hide and Seek

I am coming for you...you cannot hide.

I was on the tower again...rain was pouring heavily. Something was amiss. Rin stood with his back to me. The scene was hazey...Rin spoke in a sort of scary monotone.

Rin: I am more than you think...

There was growing trepidation in the air...I was full of anxiety, ridden with an unknown disquietude. The rain began to pour harder and it became impossible to see. I began to run aimlessly, but soon felt me feet leave the edge as I fell. The cold water smacked my face relentlessly, but before I hit the bottom...

I woke up. It was only a nightmare. I opened my eyes to my darkened bedroom. The room itself felt like a silent tomb. I discovered something that chilled me-The gun I was going to use to kill myself was placed on my end table, instead on the floor. How did it get there? Torn, perhaps...he had said that he had been in my room looking at my things, just the day before yesterday. But it was even loaded, with a single shot. The something caught my attention...There was something on the wall. The something was words, written in blood.

I have your fate in my grasp.

I instantly became more terrified. Rin's voice suddenly filled the room.

Rin: You cannot escape.

I ran to the door, trying to escape the horror within darkened chamber. When I turned the knob, I found it was locked. I was trapped. I turned around, only to find that this time I was not alone. Rin was standing there, in a calm pose, but in his eyes was the muderous look-the one I remembered Torn having when he killed those people. They were blood red, not the exotic ruby-red of Dash's, but exact color of blood. There was a pained bloodlust in them, an anxiousness to kill. I turned back around and jerked hopelessly at the handle. It was then I felt a cold hand snatch at my arm. I screamed and ran aimlessly into another part of the room. I could only hope someone heard my scream, and was coming to help. Yet there was no sound of footsteps or shouts. Just my breath rattling and my feet hitting carpet. Two arms came across my neck and chest and retrained me. I screamed again, desperate for help.

Rin thrust my head in the direction of the window. Below I could see the ambience of purple of the Dark Maker structures.

Rin: We were never alive to begin with, so we can't be killed...be we are not among the dead, either. And I...I have given you this curse. You cannot die, but you are not alive either...did you not notice? You have...no heartbeat.

I used one of my hands that was tearing at his limbs that was smothering me to check. He was right...I felt nothing.

Rin: The only way you can stop it is to bear life. But that can be made impossible...and I will see to it.

I knew exactly what he meant. He planned to murder Torn. Suddenly a cloudy image came into my mind...Torn, he was holding a little boy. The boy looked like me. I knew what that child was-my son. Or should be.

Rin: That future will never happen.

The vision faded from my mind. With a burst of fearful energy I broke from his grasp and bolted for the door...the handle turned easily this time. I fell out of the door, and ran, staring back into the darkness. But soon I tripped on my own feet. I looked back, but there was nobody...I got up, and walked shakily to the door. He was gone, along with the writing on the wall. The only sign he had been there was the gun on the end table...Torn. I had to get to him first. I ran, quickly and swiftly through the empty halls.

I found his sleeping quarters and practically fell through the door. Torn had been sitting in a chair, but was now standing up, alarmed.

Torn: Jan-? What in the world? Are you alright?
Janovah: He's here...he's going to kill you...cursed...can't die...not alive...
Torn: What?
Janovah: Rin was in my room. I can't die, but I'm not alive. He did it. I have to bear a child to get rid of it. He's going to kill you.

His face turned to wonder...and suprise.

Torn: So there is a curse. The precursors cursed the Dark Makers before they departed, and for those who loose their virginity to a Dark Maker is eternally punished until they bear life of their own kind.
Janovah: But-That's not fair! I didn't willingly loose it!
Torn: I know, but they never said it had to be a willful thing.

I felt chilled, and scared. I put a hand to my chest again. Nothing, just cold.

Torn: What's wrong?
Janovah: I have no heartbeat...
Torn: Oh no...the curse is almost complete, according the Precursor transcripts. Once it is, it's irreversible.

I couldn't tell him about the vision of him and my son...I felt sort of shy. I was cursed.