Note : apologies if none of this makes sense. Have a lovely life !

Maria

" Decided to not run , " Kishou muttered, from his perch on the tiny kitchen counter space , we have yet to purchase a table .

The front door shut with a light turning click .

My hands were held behind the cover of my back to hide their trembling act .

" Just needed a breather ," I commented, trailing towards the hung up school uniform.

Arima was already dressed and ready to go .

" Thanks for coming back, it saved me the trouble of hunting down another person … why are your hands trembling, Mari ?"

My fingers were tracing the white strap sew into the uniforms crimson tie .

" I need a big breather from all of this ," I muttered , focusing on packing up my two duffel bags full of shit once again.

" You are going home , right ?"

Folding of clothes halted and the shirt I held was tossed towards the reaper's head .

The fabric caught on wind , which left it to float into the half raised hand of Arima .

" Stop being so nosy ! "

Those silver eyes narrowed and seemed to be raging war with the hissing wisps that remained of my soul .

Then he sighed and with a turn those silver warmongers were gone .

Folding carried on with a mechanical mindset that was silence and cold .

My shirt drifted out of the reaper's grasp and no one made an effort to rescue it from the floor .

Eventually the front door slammed with a thunderous thud .

After the packing was done, a brush went through my hair and my pajamas were traded for a dull day outfit .

The doctor's ration of breakfast bars were shoved into a coat pocket.

With two bag straps digging,cutting into my shoulder blade I marched out onto the walkway.

Arima's back was leaning against the metal railing that swayed dangerously near the edge of giving out .

He held a wallet out towards me and with a wrinkled brow took it .

" Keep this on you ," the reaper orders , revealing the RC suppressor gun from inside the folds of his jacket .

" To tell the truth I was hoping for a quinque ."

He was dead faced in the aftermath of my little joke .

Oh well , it was a shard of crappy comedy anyways.

" I am kind of sorry , Kishou."

But that did not change the fact that the all powerful desire to run .

To forget and savor the first breath of a new life .

" Goodbye , my little fool ."

Then the boy stalked away, off to investigate the lead my best friend was murdered for .

My heart felt like it was being twisted by two clawed hands .

He was gone … just like that .

Just like that the dread of discovering more monstrous aspects of the ghoul side of Hana was gone too .

Everything gone…

A laugh licks at the back of my throat along with a swallow trying to steady my all to quick breathing.

Tears were harbored just behind green eyes, and the back of my hand whipped away the few escapees .

" Gosh … Snookems , I am starting to really hate you ."

By the time I was fishing out some money from Arima's wallet to pay for a subway ticket, a rolled up bright sticky note caught my attention.

A phone number was written alongside a threat… no it was more in the realms of a promise .

One week is the deadline to call me .

Do not give me a reason to hunt you down .

Seriously .

Snookems

" That bossy nerf herder ," I muttered, with a little smirk unaware of the fact that I was holding up the line at the ticket booth .

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" Are you hungry? "

The whisper led me out of the haze of sleep .

A living ghost greeted me when the light of the outside slipped through the open barred door.

" Ghost actually real. ? "

My voice was slurred and the question earned me a giggle from the ghost.

" Those drugs really did a number on you , didn't they !"

Her lilac eyes were gleaming with a sparkle of mischief, and silvery hair pulled into a loosening bun .

A small water bottle and peanut butter and jelly sandwich was tossed before me .

She placed a finger against her pouty lips , voicing a sudden concern about if I was allergic to peanuts.

" Does it really matter ? Isn't death going to be paying me a visit real soon ? "

The living doppelgänger of my mother sat cross legged in front of me , nagging for the food to be gobbled up .

With a glare , I took a bite of the sandwich, my arms feeling as if it was weighed down by the demon of gluttony.

Snapping her fingers to gather up my straying attention she purred out a question about my latest memories .

" Fuck off ," was all that nosy ghost got out of me .

Nails were suddenly mauling the flesh covering my chin .

Blood slipped down my neck in a slow warm river .

" Do you recall how you came to be here , merchandise of a ghoul auction, young lady ? "

" Not really ," I chirped.

" No one seems to realize anything about your little oddities, right ," The ghost chimes , glancing over her shoulder at the doorway .

Shoulders losing a touch of tension when it's still empty and upon hearing my comment about the captors calling me a mediocre quality human.

" Did Rize ever find you ?"

" No ," I lied , my heart skipping a beat when this next question is voiced.

" Mama , why are you here ?"

She ignores my question instead focusing on the still stubbornly bleeding wound on my chin .

In total mother instinct she wiped it away with a bit of spit on a finger tip .

" You're not healing," She stated the obvious before rolling up the sleeve of her crimson gown .

" Bit me ," she commanded and with a sigh I followed her command.

When I bit down on her arm , my teeth felt like they were failing to rip apart steel beams .

A curse left her , she caught me in her arms while I tried to crawl away .

" Auntie, where oh where are you ? Time for hide and seek is about over ," A males voice echoed from a distance that was either very close or somewhat far off .

Mama rubbed my back for a moment before promising that everything would be just fine.

She rose to her feet after that , placing a mask over her face in one quick movement.

The features of satan grinned back at me .

" If the worst comes, remember to aim for the eyes or try to castrate the ghouls ?"

" Just leave the door unlocked , mama ," I chirped after her retreating form .

Darkness covered me , the light dying with a gentle closing of a door , the sharp clang of the lock never came .

With a stumbling gait and sluggish arms I crept towards the exit .

The sound of another prison opening and a shriek of help stopped me in my tracks .

Help sounded like it was birthed from the voice of a child .

The ripping of flesh and bone stalked the silence, my hushed growl of fuck shadowed it .

Again and again the sound of devouring filled the air .

" Auntie , it seems I know now where Rize gets her eating habits from . Sadly, you need to stop eating… NOW !"

Thunderous steps echoed through the hall of steel walled cages and through a slight opening in the door the silvery flash of my mothers flew passed .

A scream and what I am guessing the sound of her back meet a mental wall nearly made my eardrums bleed .

Blood still flowed down my chin , absentmindedly my tongue dart out to try to remove the mess .

A cough was caged within my throat , bile was nearly stealing all the air trying to reach my lungs .

Tastebuds trembling in outrage in the flavor of my spoiled tasting blood .

Fuck what's wrong with me ?

My eyes were closed , a deep breath and listening to the mocking remarks of my mothers nephew reminded me to keep control .

When the sound of fighting began , bile spilled out onto the mental floor underneath that noise .

I threw the door open , rushing down the hallway tripping on corpse remains and leaning against walls .

The fighting was growing more distant but the echo still burned with mind to a trembling mess.

I leaned against a steel cage door, deciding if a bloody hungry ghoul fight was going to be a diversion then I might as well is my living fellow prisoners.

" Perfect time for a jail break ," I muttered to myself , unlocking the door and warning the human inside to run .

This process lasted for a few tense moments , a few of the humans even stuck around to help in busting out other prisoners.

Eventually, I slipped away because the sounds of slaughter and approaching ghouls could be witnessed by their closing in declarations of outrage .

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" Help me ," a child wailed , weakly grasping at the space where his tiny legs once were.

The sound of returning slaughter were fasting approaching, a glaze spell was already saturating the boys teary eyes .

I knelt besides him , panting out a weak promise at help while wiping sweat from his brow .

" My legs … where are they . I want them … I want mama ."

My fingers ran through his bloody hair and I told the child a lie that for once will never bring me guilt .

His mother was probably already dead or going to be soon .

" This nightmare will end soon . Just close your eyes , then you'll see your mama and have legs again . I promise you will be safe and happy again ."

Trusting little darling that he is , soon shut his eyes with a bright thank you .

" Your welcome , " I lightly whispered before the crack of bones and a head falling to the floor filled the corridor.

The poor dear already belong to death anyways .

A regretful feast was shoved down my throat in hopes of fixing the apparent absence of my ghoul aspects.

" Having fun ," A male voice whispered in my ears , his sweet death scented breath sent a shiver down my neck .

In a short span of a few minutes, the doomed child was not my only mercy killing and feast.

The ghoul poked an eyeball right from its socket from one of these kills and pressed it to my pressed together lips .

" Now don't be a coward … it's far too late for that now take a bite. It's the best part of the human body."

My mouth watered and my heart twisted inside my gut .

This is hell … may as well enjoy my last meal .

" What do you think ," The ghoul inquired, the crushed eye remains slide down my throat with a pleasant taste .

" Better than a gummy bear ," I growled .

The ghoul laugh , before a true struggle could be born within my form , darkness became my world .

That demon had slammed my forehead against the hard surface of a crimson painted floor .

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