Chapter 2
Appears out of the smoke Welcome to the second chapter of the story, I hope you are ready to scream again. I would like to take the time firstly to thank all of the people who took the time to review and apologize for taking so long to update.
Disclaimer: I do not own shaman king.
A few days later Yoh and the others gathered at the shrine in the house and had a small ceremony for their fallen friend, burning incense and remembering the good times. They had gone through. It was a tearful ceremony.ansd as they left the shrine, yoh turned and the vision of a bloody corpse laying before the shrine flashed before his eyes, before vanishing into the wind leaving a bewildered yoh asakura in an empty room that was quickly darkening as the sun set low in the western sky. …
As night finally came they gathered in the room where Anna had been discovered dead, and sat there in the silence, the only sounds the noise of the television. After Chocolate's death old fears had been awakened and every shadow became a monster. To them the light had become a welcome friend, and their friends had become dearer than they ever had been before. As dinner came and went and the night wore on, clouds loomed in the distance outside, thunder rolled and lightning flashed, a storm was coming.
Pilika sat up in bed with sweat pouring down her face and onto her white flannel nightgown. Her breaths came in heavy gasps as she had been running like she used to have Horo-Horo when he was alive and training under her. "Horo-Horo" She leaned over the sink carefully, and after splashing her face once she gazed into the mirror, examining the person staring back at her with red, sad looking eyes. Her face looked almost exactly as it when she had first met Yoh and his friends, but the rest of her had changed greatly. As she splashed another handful of water onto her face and looked back into the mirror she screamed, then there was only silence.
As pictures flashed across the television screen of pretty girls and car chases with explosions yoh sighed and turned off the television. The cool air was relaxing as it flowed into the hot room from outside, jingling the wind chimes in the process as the cool summer night went on. And people slept in peace but not Yoh. . Since the death of anna he had been watching less television, he didn't know why. Sometimes when he looked over from the table a vision of anna would pass before his eyes, lying as she used to in front of the television watching her shows. Nothing had been the same for him since that fateful day, and sometimes when he lay there at night he wished he had died too. However he knew that could never be, he had to live, so he could continue the dreams of his dead friends and fiancée, and become the shaman king.
The figure smiled manically as he licked the blood of Pilika from his knife , savoring the tasted of her sweet blood for a moment before sheathing it . He enjoyed watching them as they died, the blood draining from their bodies and the terrified expression at finding him holding the instrument of their demise. "Poor , foolish shamans, soon it'll be all over , and you can rest in peace ….forever" He chuckled then turned , then vanished without a trace that he was ever there , the only clue that he had been was Pilika's corpse, left to rot on the cold, hard bathroom floor.