Blood-Stained
A/N: Here's the story. Yeah…. Oh! And to answer someone's comment, I have to say that I don't really think the graduation ceremony in Japan goes according to that, either. And about that guy description thing, I don't really know if it's too vague or not… maybe I'm not into the whole character description thing? Hehe… ^_^ Oh, and just be glad that for the graduation celebration, I didn't include the students throwing their hats into the air! To tell you the truth, the first thing that popped into my mind while I was writing the scene was 1) how most students in America graduated from college/high school and 2) Legally BLonde. Yes, I have some imagination, don't I? One more thing (yes, I have two LONG A/N in this chapter.), this is probably the fastest update I've done… in my life. So I'll be relaxing my butt off for the rest of the week… or I might be writing the next chapter…. Really, it might be a tad boring, considering she meets the rest of the characters in the next chapter. Well, not really… but hey, I'm trying here! So don't expect full-blown goriness. And I lied last chapter; that wasn't the only all-violence chapter. ^_^ Ooh… and should I make this into an R-rated story? In my opinion, I think it should still be PG-13… I mean, it's just REALLY, REALLY intense violence/gore/death. ^_^() What do you think? Well… maybe it'll be violence for now… who knows, maybe I'll….
Chapter 3 ~ Starting Over
It hurt. The throbbing ache in her head was beyond words. 'It hurt' barely brushed the true pain she felt right now.
BEEP. BEEP.
That noise… whatever it was, it annoyed her, grating on her last, wired nerve.
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Kagome's eyes snapped open, and she saw white. Lots and lots of white.
I'm not dead… I'm not dead… But if I was, that would be cool!
A face appeared over hers, one that would be described as 'pruny'. And it scared the poop out of Kagome. She screamed out of instinct, as did the man, also.
"Who are you? Do I know you? Are you God?" Kagome thrust herself from her relaxed, lying position and landed on her feet. She didn't know karate, so she stood in some sort of blank defense stance.
Thank my lucky stars I watch kung fu movies.
The elder man was dressed in white, much like the room. He wore a stethoscope around his neck and held a clipboard in one hand. He recovered slightly faster than her and answered, "Dr. Koru, you do now, and no."
"Oh, so I'm not dead? It would've been nice to pass through solid stuff."
Kagome saw Dr. Koru's look and his scribbling on the clipboard. She detected a slight mumble associated with "delusional", too.
Now he thinks I'm wrong in the head.
"But I'm really glad that I'm well and I wouldn't trade my life for the ability to be invisible and forget what I'm saying right now."
Dr. Koru happily complied and toddled to the hospital bed. "Why don't you lie down again? If you stay up and longer, you're bound to get a wonderful headache."
Kagome took his advice and snuggled back under the warm sheet covers. All the moving around caused her head to welcome another headache… no, migraine.
She winced and drew up a hand to her forehead. There was something soft covering half her head. "What's this?"
"You don't know?" the doctor looked surprised. "It's the bandage!"
"Yeah, but why is it here?"
"Because you were bleeding."
Does he have to make it so hard?
"Why are there bandages on my head which is currently sporting an ex-bleeding cut?" Kagome rephrased her question.
Dr. Koru blinked. "You could've just said, 'Why am I in the hospital?'"
"Just answer the question," Kagome snapped. The migraine was definitely taking points off her tactful chart.
"Alright, no need to pop a vein or artery," he said gently, "Well, your landlord entered your apartment, screaming about some priceless object. She saw you unconscious on the floor, head bleeding, and holding a bloody bat. So she panicked and did the first thing on her mind; she called the police, who, in turn, called the ambulance. And that's how you got here."
He finished with a flourish and opened his mouth to speak again, but a nurse rushed into the room, exclaiming, "We got an emergency. Someone tried to drive an automated wheelchair off a two feet building."
"So? That's up to my knee."
"The 80 year old broke a leg and two ribs."
"… OK. I'll be back tomorrow morning to check on you," Dr. Koru advised while jumping out of his seat. He left Kagome all alone to her painful thoughts.
Wait… what bloody bat? I had no bat with me in the first place! I didn't knock myself out, if that's what he was implying. It was the crazy lunatic who made mince meat out of Mr. Tsuyo and the girl!
She shivered at the memory. That wasn't pleasant to think about.
Another thought struck her; what if people thought she was a mental suicide attempter? She was emotional at certain times, but never this far.
And… what if they think… the heap of legs and arms in my kitchen was my doing?
Leaving her alone wasn't really a bright idea after all; this was too much for her to handle.
This just isn't one of those months where you win the lottery by some fated chance, is it?
She curled into a fetal position as the unwanted memory produced itself into her mind, and she felt a slight draft in her room. Kagome never wanted to see that sort of thing happen again.
~*~*~*~
Dr. Koru predicted that a few nights of rest in the hospital was all that was needed before Kagome could go on her way home. He was right. Days later, she was refreshed and no longer irritated by all the white surrounding her.
When he took off the bandage, Kagome felt around the front of her head for a bump or even a dent (Which she did not want). She could feel neither.
It healed that fast?!?!
She stumbled out of bed, much to Dr. Koru's protest, and into the bathroom. Kagome stared at the mirror; her head had a nasty, pink scar off to the right near her temple.
Am I becoming Harry Potter, too?
"A reminder of that night," Kagome whispered, finger slightly grazing the tender skin.
"Are you OK?" Dr. Koru asked, poking his head inside the bathroom.
"Yeah.. just traumatized for the rest of my life," Kagome said with sincerity.
"Aw, it's OK. You'll pass through this stage of your little life."
"Thanks for cheering me up."
Note the sarcasm.
"It's my job."
~*~*~*~
Kagome was released later that day. She walked out of the exit, thanked Dr. Koru, and continued along.
She hailed a cab at the end of the block; she was too tired to walk the five miles home.
Or it's the pounding headache taking on….
Kagome paid the fee once she reached her apartment. This scene seemed very familiar to her, but she ignored it.
Stepping up the first step of the first round of steps, she fought down the nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach and took a deep breath. "It's fine, nothing to worry," she mumbled nervously.
And Kagome climbed up the stairs slowly. When she passed by several inhabitants of the same building, she ignored their sympathetic gazes. Even Mrs. Takadomo, who usually passed by her without so much as a scorning look, sent her a pitying look.
I know I didn't hurt myself.
She climbed up the five floors with sluggish movement; she felt the stairs were growing in quantity as she covered more distance. The stairs looked like it would never end, but it did. Reaching her apartment, Kagome took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. Sticking her head inside, she peered around the room. It was still the same: couch here, coffee table there, clock on the wall. But this was just first impressions; it was the room behind the wall that counted.
Are the bodies still there? Is the girl still there? Are the….
Entering the kitchen, she saw that her kitchen was clean as ever. It greatly resembled one of those kitchen models the companies use for Mr. Clean commercials.
Kagome inspected the place with a critical eye; there was just something abnormal about the kitchen, but she couldn't really put it into concrete proof or words. Something struck her odd in this room.
She began to search around the room, rifling through the drawers and such. Kagome just had to find something peculiar, something not part of the surroundings, and she would be at ease.
Halfway through the search, she thought about her real purpose of the pursuit; what was it that made her feel so odd in the kitchen right now?
Kagome kept this in mind as she rummaged through the knife drawer. As she handled the small, pointed knives, one nicked her where her wrist was, and a thin line of blood started to appear. She watched as a tiny drop of blood hit the counter.
And it hit her right then as she was watching her bleeding wrist.
True, the police probably took the disbanded parts with them, and the janitor must have graciously removed the stains. But, how could he have known where all the stains were?
Dried blood… smears… none was left. There should've been something left over from then.
The room was too perfect, too organized. This was unsettling, and it disturbed her very much.
Kagome doubled her efforts in trying to find a slip up. The whole kitchen structure, it frustrated her. To her, it looked planned out just to confuse her. She couldn't explain it; everything was put in its proper place. But the whole room seemed to want to deliberately throw her off.
She was losing hope bit by bit as she began to search the entire area again. When Kagome came along the refrigerator, the last of the spaces, she took in a broad look at the whole refrigerator before opening it.
Nothing.
Kagome was angry all of a sudden… she had no explanation or reason for this, but she was livid. For a moment, all she saw was red. Furious, she slammed the palms of her hands against the refrigerator, causing the wall behind it to shake a little.
God, why couldn't she shake off the feeling that something was going to happen?
As fast as it had come, the rage that had been brought out of her had vanished. Sighing, Kagome slumped to the floor, her legs collapsing beneath her, and she found herself leaning against the refrigerator, staring at her reflection in the steel.
Imagine her surprise when she saw a faint smudge marked across the steel. Jerking away from the door, she scuttled onto her legs to peer closer at the newfound finding. On a second glance, the smudge was a light red color.
Oh God, thank you….
Just like that, her suspicious intuition was gone. She smiled in relief for finding a mistake. It was so wide it could've split her face in half. She was so elated with her discovery that she didn't catch a fluid movement.
The liquid slid soundlessly down the door due to her earlier assault at the refrigerator. It kept downwards steadily, covering one inch by one inch slowly. Kagome never noticed; she was too busy analyzing the stain. She kept at it for fifteen minutes, just enough for the fluid to drip to the end of the silver gleaming refrigerator.
The drip would've reached the tiles, but Kagome's knee was jutted in the way; instead, it fell silently on top of her bare leg and resumed its peaceful journey.
She felt something cold prickle her skin and stay there. Looking down, Kagome slapped the accused thing, thinking it was a little mosquito. "Ewww-w-w-w…"
It's… blood…?
For a moment, Kagome stared in surprise at her hand. More blood was in her kitchen?
She sucked in air sharply and diverted her gaze somewhere else, as if her eyes were scalded. This wasn't supposed to be happening… there shouldn't be any more….
I need a new refrigerator.
Kagome lifted a tremulous hand to her leg and swiped at it softly for the second time.
It was real.
How… where… what's the source?
She raised her head up towards the top of the refrigerator, where the trickle was coming. She knew she shouldn't peek… she knew she shouldn't even interfere with this little show. But the pull, the gravitational attraction of her deathly curiosity, drove her on. And so with only that pushing her forward, Kagome rose to her feet weakly, gripping the chair for support.
She took the chair and moved it to the front of her. Bringing her entire body along with its weight to the top of the chair, Kagome stepped up. She tripped over her feet and ended up falling; she would've fallen to the floor, but the refrigerator blocked her way, and she ended up slamming against it. The trailing blood made contact with her shirt and was immediately soaked inside.
But that wasn't all; a small pool of blood lurched forward and sloshed all over her wrinkled clothes and hands. Kagome jumped away from the touch, and the sudden shift in weight resulted in the chair toppling; she fell to the floor with a heavy thud.
"Oh my God…" she whispered, struggling to sit upright. The pain in her hips was dulling already, but she wasn't stunned by the fall. "What was that?"
Kagome reached behind to touch her pained back, and the feel of another cold liquid washed over her. She ceased all movement and sat there, not moving.
Only soft, irregular breathing came from that room.
Finally, Kagome was brave enough to pull forth her hand and see it, although she had an idea of what was on her hand. It was splattered with blood and drying swiftly. She used her clean left hand to feel around her back and found a dry, rough surface in a lower section whereas the rest was smooth and soft.
It must be where my right hand touched.
She dared to look at her refrigerator again, and found that instead of one little trickle, there was several more, flowing rapidly down the smooth path. Some were flowing fast while other trails were taking their time getting to the bottom of the steel refrigerator door.
Kagome shuffled away cautiously; she didn't want to be seen. Her breathing suddenly didn't come out in sharp intakes; they became shallow, raspy gasps. She continued to skirt away quietly, not wanting to disturb.
Suddenly, she stopped moving away and stared upwards, where the pool of blood came from.
If the blood is coming from up there, then could there really be…?
She climbed to her feet shakily and grabbed the fallen chair. She was afraid, terrified of what she would see up there. Forcing herself, Kagome climbed up again.
I don't want to see any of it. Anything to make it stop, anything….
Once standing on the chair, she watched the blood drop to the floor with its rhythmic timing, never stopping once, for a little bit. She also noticed how there was a little pool of blood that formed on top of the refrigerator.
As if I needed to see more….
And a little drip fell onto that pool. She glanced up to where it came from and inhaled sharply. It was a kitchen cabinet, one of the cabinets that the murderer didn't use to fill with stuff.
He had something to do with this… he had something to do with all this blood.
Kagome stared at the closed cabinet for five minutes. There was something in that cupboard, and she didn't want to find out. But the blood kept dripping… every few seconds, a new drip was formed.
Even though it could be another part….
Bracing herself, she reached out and opened the cabinet.
And out it certainly came. The cupboard was filled with blood, and only blood. It raced eagerly down to the miniscule pool and increased its size tremendously. What Kagome had thought was a fast-paced trail of blood was not even worth comparing to right now. Suddenly, it seemed as if all the streaks were running down the refrigerator.
Blood was on her, too. The minute she opened the cupboard, the whole gallon splashed everywhere, including her. Fat droplets landed on her blouse and soaked right through. Just the barest of contact with this animalistic fluid raised goosebumps all over her body. Strangely enough, she stood there, just looking at how much blood the blouse was going to consume.
Kagome suddenly snapped out of her stupor and saw the blood on her for the first time. She cried out once from shock and looked back at the cabinet to see where it was all coming from.
Nothing.
Oh no… it's happening again….
Stumbling down from her chair, she ran out of the room, nearly falling when her heels splashed on it. Luckily, she grabbed the table for support. Once out of the kitchen, Kagome bolted outside the apartment. She slammed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
Who was doing this?
She had no idea what to do, but she knew that she wasn't going to reenter her apartment without someone accompanying her.
I'll get Mrs. Takadomo.
Kagome shot down the stairs, her right hand grasping the railing for support and leaving bloody handprints along the way. By the time she reached Mrs. Takadomo's room, she was clutching her side painfully.
The elder lady opened the door; she had heard the clamber down the stairs. When she saw who it was, her face lost its irritation, and another fake, placid one took its place. "Hello, Kagome. What can I do for you?"
"My apartment… it's… blood…."
"What?"
Kagome took another moment to regain her breath before saying nervously, "My apartment… it has blood everywhere."
"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Takadomo demanded, her voice losing its politeness. "What blood?"
"They're all over inside my kitchen and on my hand!" Kagome also lost her patience and thrust her right hand in Mrs. Takadomo's face.
It was just a normal, every-day looking hand, nothing really worth staring at. Her face contorted into obvious confusion while Mrs. Takadomo just stared at her with a raised eyebrow. She looked down on her clothes and found that they were stainless, also.
"I don't know what happened to the blood on my hands or on my clothes, but come to my apartment; it was drenched."
"Really? There's blood in your kitchen?" she said with a hint of disbelief in her voice.
"Yes!"
"OK, we'll go check out your apartment. If I find that you're lying, then you'll have to stop annoying me with these claims of yours."
Kagome nodded confidently, agreeing to the terms. She had seen the blood and nothing could have happened to it in five minutes.
Mrs. Takadomo and she climbed up the stairs slowly. The railings had lost their handprints. As they reached the fifth and final floor, Kagome opened the door and walked triumphantly into the kitchen. "Look at all…."
No sign of silvery red blood. It was spotless, just as she saw when she first walked in here. "Where is the blood?" Mrs. Takadomo asked evenly.
"It was here, right around the refrigerator area!" Kagome replied, voice getting an octave higher. The refrigerator was stainless steel again, and no spot or mark remained. No blood on the floor, where she tripped last time. She even saw her reflection on the fridge's door.
Kagome checked her heels on her shoes; they held nothing, except for a few bits of dirt here and there.
I just saw it everywhere!
"I don't get it… there was blood everywhere," she explained lamely. Even she couldn't understand it.
Frantically, she scrambled on top of the chair and opened the cabinet again. No blood came out. She looked on top of the refrigerator, looking for the pool that had nearly consumed the entirety of the fridge. No blood was there. The floor itself was clean and speck-free.
"See? There wasn't any in the first place. It's all in your imagination."
Yeah, I have that vivid of an imagination.
"No… there was blood here, all over the floor, just like last time with the limbs!" she argued back, beginning to lose her voice from raising it too much.
This time, she had her landlord's attention. "What do you mean by, 'just like last time with the limbs'?"
Kagome whipped her head around to face Mrs. Takadomo, momentarily forgetting her search. "What?" she cried, "You mean you didn't see the arms and legs and the girl's head all over the floor when I was knocked out with a bat?"
"I didn't see any because there weren't any."
"I'm not lying! There were limbs all over the place before I became unconscious!"
"None of it was in there when I came," she said in a tone that signaled that it was the end of the argument. "Now remember our deal; you don't bother me about any of these little lies anymore."
As Kagome watched her leave, she couldn't help but have a sinking feeling in her stomach. She felt like crying; no one would believe her story, even though she had seen limbs and blood twice.
She headed for the living room dejectedly. She didn't like how this was going to turn out.
Something was making her back uncomfortable, and Kagome reached behind to scratch it. When she brought out her hand, there was dried blood underneath her fingernails.
In the kitchen, a lone, blood smear stained the wall behind the refrigerator.
~*~*~*~
Kagome lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in her room. It was 11 P.M., and she still couldn't sleep. Ever since the blood and limb incidents, she couldn't help but stay awake, in case the murderer decided to come after her. "You will fall into a deep slumber when I say 'go'. Go!" she said out loud and shut her eyes.
A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and found herself staring at the same dot for the past two hours.
Why can't I sleep without having to worry for once?
Half an hour later, her eyes started to drift close, and she found herself staring at the gateway of Peace… until something small and hard landed on her forehead.
This caused her eyes to snap open, and she saw that more rubble fell on top of her head. Kagome used her hand to wipe off all the debris, saving one. She examined it closer and was startled to realize that it was made from the same thing as the ceiling: granite. A few more granite fell on top of her lying form, and she looked up to see what was wrong with it.
The ceiling's not gonna fall, is it?
She cleared her head of that thought; the building was too sturdy for that kind of thing to happen. It would have to take a tornado and two hurricanes to bring down this safety vault.
Kagome went back to inspecting the debris pieces when she heard a loud thump above her. She ignored it, thinking it was one of her other neighbor's cat that escaped. There was another thud, followed by another, and she grew annoyed with the repetitive sound.
God, what is that cat doing up there?
The thumping discontinued a few minutes later, and then multiple pattering sounds occurred. It was nerve grating, but Kagome assumed it was the noise of the cat running away. "Jeez, he needs to lighten up on the cat snacks."
Eventually, the multiple pattering stopped, too, and she was left with tranquility again. But now, even more debris started to fall.
The ceiling started to groan, but this time, it was in one central area, near her head. Kagome became uneasy at the noise; it sounded like the ceiling was trying to suppress something from falling, from being shown to her.
What's-
Before she could finish her thought, the ceiling gave in and the weak area above her head broke; she dove out of bed and onto the floor just in time as a huge chunk of granite fell mercilessly onto her pillow… right where her head would have been. And following suit came two more heavy granite, each behind the other so they formed a column directly above her bed. The bed itself couldn't withstand the heavy weight, so it collapsed.
Dust was created, and Kagome coughed while making her way to the window. She opened it, sucking in the warm, nighttime air.
Cool… a full moon.
The light seemed to be shining on her and only her tonight. She kept the window open and turned around to inspect the damage.
It's so pretty when it-
Again her thoughts were interrupted when she saw the mesmerizing scene upon her. Her face paled to the same extent as the moon's own white, lifeless face, and her breath stopped, even though her heart hammered wildly inside her chest.
She had never noticed how when the granite pieces fell, it left three little holes in the ceiling, each roughly equivalent in circumference and area. Slivered between each hole were three ropes and a loop at the end, forming a noose for a head. How she would have loved to hang the crazy person by neck, fingers, and toes. But three other people already occupied them.
They swung to and fro in front of the bedroom window. The moonlight shined inside the room and lightened up their minor and major features. Both of their hands and legs were tied with some sort of heavy objects. All of their eyes were glazed, and they hung limp like rag-dolls.
The boy in the middle hole was looking directly at Kagome while his noose was slowly turning around. Just above the itchy rope was something protruding through his neck.... When his back faced her, she saw something pointed sticking out of his neck. Blood dripped on the gleaming edges of the object, wetting her blanket with his blood every now and then. His leg was at an odd position, bent in the wrong way, upwards instead of downwards. Long pieces of torn ligaments were shown at the bridge of his knee, swinging in rhythm along with him.
To the right of the boy was an older man, much older. His silver hair, silver due to aging, was ten times magnified through the moon's shine, causing all the rarely black strands to stand even further back into the crowd of silver. Unlike the boy, his noose wasn't turning; rather, it just stayed there silently. He was weighed down like the other two people, but he was positioned strangely. He bore a bullet hole through one cheek and out the other, still bleeding fresh blood. With his mouth hanging open, the metallic blood filed out slowly, sliding out of his mouth and chin and dripping onto the carpeted floor. The moon shone on him, causing his aged, leathery skin to become even whiter than snow.
Kagome only saw the half-lit side of him. Unconsciously, she shifted so she would have a better look at his darkened face… only to discover that he had no other side of him. He had one arm and leg while the others were gone… somewhere. She didn't want to know; her eyes took in his bloodied sagging form, noticing how near the stomach the bones seemed to disappear, having only blobs of flesh there. She saw heavy bleeding near his stomach and cringed slightly; she wasn't over her shock yet.
The last person was to the boy's right. She was swinging back and forth like a little child would on a playground swing. Her hands and legs were all there and tied down, and she would've looked alive if the tight noose wasn't around her fragile neck. She twirled gracefully above the ground with all white eyes burning holes into Kagome's head. Her hair told a different story if Kagome believed that she wasn't harmed. The woman's hair was a soft brown, illuminated with subtle streaks of the darkest ebony. Kagome had loved her mother's hair and its beauty; now, it was coated with a deep, rich red coating near the scalp of her hair. In some places, patches of hair were missing. She could see clearly, since she was looking at her mother in the moonlight, that the missing strands were floating calmly around her like little confetti, celebrating, rejoicing in the death of her mother.
As Kagome continued to stare at her, she saw how her mother's rope was tinted a bit darker than Grandpa's or Souta's ropes.
They're gone… Kagome, they're gone.
Unwittingly, she began to laugh at the sight… at first, it was a little chuckle. It blossomed into a quiet giggle before transforming into a maniacal laugh.
"Look at Souta hanging!… And… Grandpa, and… Mom… and…" Kagome's laugh had died in the middle of her stated observation, and she began to cry, sinking to the ground. Her shoulders shook up and down as she buried her face into her hands, sobbing. "No… no... noo…."
She vaguely remembered a slight tearing sound before a big thump fell in front of her. In time, all three ropes were cut due to the sharp edges of the holes, and the corpses of her once-lived family fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Morning found her on the floor with her arms wrapped around Grandpa, Souta, and her mom, crying softly while holding them.
~*~*~*~
Funerals weren't particularly enjoying for her. She sat on the chair outside the lawn of the graveyard, motionless. She wasn't crying or laughing; she was just there. But inside, her mind and heart constricted into a tight little ball, demanding to be left alone.
She had asked that her family members were to be cremated. Even dead people need to look presentable for their own funeral, and her family hadn't looked public-friendly. Grandpa had been gutted alive, her mom's head was nearly cut off, and Souta had a severely broken leg with scissors pierced through his delicate neck. Kagome watched as the three jars were lowered into the ground and buried with dirt. She didn't seem to notice that all of her relatives and friends had attended the funeral.
Byes.
It sounded cruel and flat, but it was blunt. A soft meow reached her ears, and she felt a soft thing rub against her ankle.
"Hey, Buyo," Kagome said, face softening at the cat. This one really did have nine lives.
"You were hung, and you survived. Amazing…."
She picked him up by the collar and brought him close to the graves. Behind them, people left the funeral quietly one by one until they were all alone.
Kneeling in front of the graves, she whispered, "See our family? This one's for Grandpa. He was the person who looked after our home, the shrine, remember?"
The response was a meow.
"Here's Souta in the middle He plays video games all the time."
Another meow.
"And this is Mom… yep, the person who fed us and clothes us, I mean, me. Remember?"
Kagome brought Buyo close to her for comfort. She was too tired to cry anymore, so she just petted him, gazing at each of the tombs.
Behind her, a man flashed her back a little smile, the sun glinting off his pearly teeth. This was going to be even better than coming after the other stupid girl….
~*~*~*~
For some time now, Kagome and Buyo were in this spot. She let her mind wander into whatever she wanted to think. It was just another way of passing by time. Finally, her mind settled onto a certain topic, and her reverie was shattered. Should she do it? Was it a risk?
What's the risk?
Suddenly, Kagome let a blank smile play across her face. "C'mon, Buyo. Let's go."
She was going to get out of Tokyo. She had wanted to know the real Tokyo, and she had gotten what she asked for. Kagome didn't like it, and it was plagued with all the little memories taunting her. Besides, it was getting boring.
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A/N: *sigh* I'm TRYING the gore fiction, alright? Can't say I didn't put up effort. I worked all day writing and typing out this fiction, and I thought the ending was pretty good…. My plan here was to creep you out again… or was it to make you sympathize Kagome? I dunno… it could be both. Now, for some reference to the last chapter, the one where I freaked you guys out. That was inspired to a biography I saw on T.V. in fourth grade. It was true-life; some man was inspired by a horror book and decided to kill and hack people to pieces. He was caught, thank you, and electrocuted THREE (3) times. The last time I checked, he wasn't dead…. And the part where the guy shot the girl in the head and all the bloody description, that was due to a scene I saw in the scary realistic movie, The Pledge. Don't watch it if you know you're prone to nightmares. I'm scared to sleep now…. @_@ But I didn't completely use both for the two scenes. I added some of my own descriptions… terrifying, if you ask me. ^_^
Next chapter: Certain Impressions
P.S. 4/05/03~ OK, I've redone this chapter because I thought it was a little to fast forward. So now it's there. I redid the whole thing, and I like it better, in my opinion. And I'm not in a good mood, either. My group project for French failed miserably, and now I'm not sure what I have in French anymore. Yes, I may be crazy, but this 13 year old does NOT take it lightly if her grades are below 'A'. If you excuse me, I'm not about to give you a heap of my problems, so I'll just resume writing the next chapter for the story while listening to Moonlight Sonata; pretty damn good song, if you ask me, to write a dark chapter. But the next chapter won't be dark. -_- Either that or Outkast's song Mrs. Jackson. I'll admit that this isn't one of my favorite chapters; heck, I had brain cramps for thinking up of these scenes. I took so much time just to rewrite this. -_-* I liked some of the scenes, but this isn't classified as horror, now would it? :) I think the next chapter is gonna be a bit weird…. And I promise that in Chapter 5 the rest of the characters will make their appearances! And I know I haven't asked, but could you review? *cough*ISOUNDSODESPERATE*cough* It would make my day… because I've had a crappy one, that's for sure. And tell me if this chapter was a lot better than last time. If anyone is confused, tell me in his or her review, and I'll TRY to explain… because sometimes I just confuse people with words. Hehe…. Confused with descriptions anyone? -_-* Please don't make comparisons with chapter 2, either. If I wanted all the chapters to be the same, it would've been done since chapter 1 and it would be quite boring. I'm trying to experiment; so if you review, you have to review based on the chapter's content, not chapter 3 vs. chapter 2. OK?
