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Chapter Two: Nightmare from Hell

"Azalie!" Inuyasha yelled frantically. "A-" Inuyasha stopped himself, and listened. The voice of a man could clearly be heard. He was yelling, and didn't seem to happy.

Inuyasha followed the voice quietly to the village. His mother forbade him and his sister from going to the village, but being only children, their curiosity got the better of them.

He stopped again, still hearing the man yelling, along with many other people. But between all those people screaming, he could hear something else. He could hear someone screaming. Not in anger, but in pain. Inuyasha, picking up speed, ran as quick as his short legs could take him. He got as close as possible to the village, but still a good distance away so the villagers wouldn't see him.

He crouched behind a large bush, which had an opening in the middle of it so he could see through the branches, but not have himself seen. He peeked through, not being able to see much. He leaned back, using his tiny hands to open the hole up a little more. Sticking his face against the leaves, he could see one of the huts of the village. He turned himself to a better view, and what he saw horrified him.

He could see a man, preferably the one that had been yelling. A crowd of other people followed him, screaming and throwing things towards him. But not at the man himself. At what he was dragging. In his hand, he was holding Azalie's hair, dragging her as he walked.

Inuyasha's eyes widened. It got hard for him to breathe, like something was being held over his mouth and nose. He breathed in deep, relief washed over him that he hadn't forgotten how to. But he stared on in horror as the man continued to drag his little sister by the hair, she screamed and clawed at his hand.

The man threw Azalie against a pole about three feet high. The man grabbed the end of her hair again as another held Azalie's arms behind the pole. A third man walked through the crowd, holding a long rope and a long, evil smile on his ugly face. He walked around Azalie a couple times, soaking in her fear. She squirmed around, trying to break free, but every time she would move around, the man holding her hair would pull tighter, forcing her head to hit the back of the pole.

The third man wrapped the rope around her, making sure to get the rope tight. He tied it behind her, then chuckled as Azalie continued to try and free herself.

A different villager stepped up. He was large and round. He was wearing a white apron around his neck, and held a long, thin, black whip in his right hand.

The man said something, but Inuyasha was too far out to hear. But he clearly heard what the crowd was chanting. "Stupid half-breed!", "Die you thief!" , "Burn in hell!" and "Die you disease!"

It brought a shiver down Inuyasha's spine as the first snap of the whip came down. He shuddered as Azalie screamed in pain. His eyes widened. He couldn't look away.

He didn't know what to do. He thought about going to get his mother, but he couldn't move. His body refused to work, and he was frozen in place, watching his sister suffer.

Every time the whip came down, he listened to his sister scream, every time, the scream got weaker. And so did she.

Finally, Inuyasha could move. He stood up and ran for his house. His mother could help her. She could stop the villagers. She could save Azalie.

He didn't turn around. He couldn't. He had to keep going. Every minute, Azalie got weaker. He couldn't stop. Even after a while, his side hurt and the pain ripped at him. But he couldn't stop. He didn't. He wouldn't. He kept going.

It was better than anything in seeing the roof of his house peek over the hill. He stumbled once, trying to climb over, but quickly recovered and was over the hill. He ran as fast as he could, and pushed open the wooden door of the hut.

No one was there. Inuyasha ran out, and looked behind the hut. No one. He couldn't hear anything. Not even the trees stirred. Inuyasha ran back to the front. He saw no sign of his mother. He was frantic. He didn't know what to do now.

He couldn't wait for her to return. He decided now. He would have to try and fight the villagers. He ran back into the house, pulled a chair against he wall and climbed up. He pulled his fathers old sword off the stand, and the minute he did, the weight pushed him back and he landed with a thud.

He pushed the sword off. There was no way he could carry that with him. He would just have to try the best he could. He swallowed with a gulp, and poked out his chest. He would do it. Anything for his little sister.

Making back to his former place behind the bush, he peeked through the hole. No one. Everyone had left, except Azalie. She was still tied up to the post, and she wasn't moving. He moved around the bush and looked around. It was quiet, and just like back at his hut, there was silence. He built up courage, and ran over to Azalie. He knelt down beside her, carefully lifting up her head by the chin.

Relief washed over him as she looked back up at him. Her silver eyes were dark, the twinkle of joy was gone. Her face was pale, and her lips were turning purple. Inuyasha sniffled, and could feel the tears swelling up in his eyes. His nose was beginning to run.

"I-Inuyasha.." Azalie said, and winced. Every part of her body was covered with deep red gashes. Inuyasha couldn't hold on, he didn't care about looking tough. The tears ran down his cheeks.

He pulled out the small pocket knife his mother had given him on his last birthday. He switched out the blade, and carefully but hastily cut her bonds (the rope). She fell against his chest. Inuyasha, wasting no time, rolled her around carefully and put her arms over his shoulders. He grabbed under her legs and hoisted her up on his back. He tried standing up, and Azalie started to tilt off. He turned his body the other way, making her balance on his back. Being bigger and stronger than Azalie, it was easier than he expected to carry her. He wasn't sure if it was that he was just not thinking of it or not. But either way, he didn't care. He was going to get Azalie back to the house and save her.

Oh that sucks. Cliffy. I hate them, don't you? Oh I am sorry that's only to read, but I love writing them Well anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I didn't –tear- writing it was difficult, but you get to see what really happened. Its not over though! And you will see in the next chapter, so yeah.

Anyways thanks for the reviews, hoping to get more from his very sad chappie but oh well. I love writing fanfictions, and reviews just help updating, but other than that I don't care what people think of my stories. I write them because I love to write. People complimenting them, though, helps a lot and keeps me motivated to get better

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