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"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Memories or Flashbacks


Chapter 2: The Kill

Sweeping her hair from her face with a slightly malicious smile, Kagome stalked soundlessly into the bedroom to her side, the halls had seemed blurred to her but that didn't matter only this moment. Kagome sniffed delicately at the air and retched as the scent of sweat, sex, and his own unique scent assaulted her nose. She could hear his heavy breathes; she would have never believed she could hate everything about someone so much in her life. He was so unsuspecting; bet he never thought his submissive trophy would ever turn on him. Bet he never thought he could push her to this.

Kagome planted her knees into the soft mattress, the scent was so much stronger in the bed, she almost hurled right there. He lay there so still, she felt bliss heat her body and lifted the knife above her head. Plunging the blade deep into his heart she watched him jolt up, his eyes fly open and look her in the face. He seemed to examine the deadly beauty that towered over his form now, he saw the loathe in her eyes now. She took great pleasure in snarling in his face and spitting out the words that had so long been on the tip of her tongue.

"I hate you, Naraku."

She quickly got up from the bed removing all the things she needed and nothing more. Kagome felt a thrill from her killing Naraku. Tonight brought back more than she had felt in the 5 years she had been married to him, hating been giving to the vile creature at 15, she was now 20 and ready to do as she pleased. Placing her things into the car outside, she walked back in the house. The knife still clutched in her hand, Kagome looked him over, he was dead, yet he had died too quickly to her displeasure. There had to be something more she could do to him. Moving back to the bed she brought the blade to his chin and begin to neatly draw the knife across his skin, she peeled back his face and smirked. She began to rip and tear at his body; his carcass did not deserve to be handsome! Kagome carved chucks out of his muscled body; she dug the knife in deeply and made designs. Her hands, her body, her hair were coated in his blood and she enjoyed it. She laughed heartily at his body then lifted herself from the bed.
Dipping her right hand into his blood she wrote right above his head on the once pristine wall. "Never loved"

Jumping down from the bed she sauntered out of the house, never thinking that this would be a start of a new life. A far more enjoyable one to her then she first imagined. Getting into her car she pulled away from the house, the sun was just coming up and the clashing of reds oranges, blooming across the purples and blues that would bring the day's sun made her smiles a bit. Kagome uttered words she never thought she would say.

"I'm free."