Randa: We got over 100 hits and no one reviewed. That really stung
DIF: Well if no one Reviews this chap they'll miss out on some pretty good stuff.
Wonton: That's their fault. The rape scene was cut out so it's safe to read.
Daisuke took a longer way home that night and that meant he went through the business district. Near that district was a very nice park that he loved to go to. He sat down next to his favorite tree once he got to the park. Daisuke took out his sketch pad and started drawing.
The drawing was of a beautiful siren but even though it looked like it was singing no one turned to listen to the creature. In Daisuke's mind the siren had beautiful crimson wings like that of a mythical phoenix, and they were limp to the ground with all life left from them. The siren sang but was never heard. No one saw the once glorious creature as it was no longer special even though it was the last of it's kind. Daisuke wrote a poem on the back.
Daisuke noticed it was getting dark and decided that he needed to get home. As he walked, he saw police cars speed past and a thought came through his mind, Dark must be at it again. Then the thought left as quickly left as soon as it came. He didn't turn to go see all the action he just kept walking, but his silence was interrupted once again when someone grabbed him and pulled him into a dark building. His back pack fell to the ground, back in the alley and his sketch flew a bit away.
Harsh lips pressed against his as the person pushed him onto a rickety double bed. Daisuke squirmed, trying to get away because his health teacher said it was better to go down fighting than to just give up, especially if you were going to die ether way. His squirming made his attacker slap him and that stunned him long enough for the guy to rip his shirt off and use it to tie his hands to the bed post.
Daisuke figured out his attacker was a man. The rough large hands and the bulge in the guys pants. Daisuke started struggling again when he was pulled out of his mind by the man biting one of his nipples. The red head tried screaming but found after two weeks of complete silence his voice box just didn't make that noise.
"No." Daisuke whispered as the man started removing his pants. Then fondling the limp member before pinching the tip with his nails. Dai cried out in pain as loud as he could, but it only came out as a regular amplitude.
"I'll make you scream." The man whispered in Dai's ear. Then bit it harshly. The man's hair was blond, he had a pretty face, and that was all Daisuke could tell about the man.
No one hears the soundless screams
It seems as if no one cares for the mute beauty
The beauty that had once been so pure
Now nothing more than a shell of what was.
Daisuke was left out in the alley he was initially grabbed from. His bag there and the poem side showing for all to see. And if you backed out of the alley and looked right you would see a sign showing Sakura Blvd.
The Siren cries tonight
And the rain shall fall to tell all
The thunder will bellow
Gone is the siren's purity
Giai will mourn.
The silent cry of one so pure
The silence of the crimes unsaid
The pardon of the ugly cure
The hardened hearts of the ones who pled
Silence of one who should sing
Krad was walking home at around 11 p.m. His class that night had run late and he was just getting back. (You all thought that Krad was being the evil one. Be original people.) Krad had been out and about since a bit before 6 this morning, so he was ready to just plop down and relax.
Krad had a job as a therapist and a social worker. He was still in school to become a psychologist. He had great friend and was quite the opposite of the psychopath he made himself appear to be to Satoshi, Niwa, and Mousy. Truthfully Krad was fun loving and loved children. He wanted to repent for the crap he put people through just because he couldn't have freedom.
As he walked down the familiar road, toward his shared apartment, everything was quiet, but Krad knew this was because dark was on the move again. Then again this street had always given him the creeps and would take another route home but this was the shortest way and he was generally dead tired at the end of a day. But tonight there was something that made the place seem so much more disconcerting. Then all the sudden a heart piercing scream was heard from the alleyway he just passed.
First instinct was to run as anyone would. Instead he ran back to the alley and found a sobbing red-head that seemed very familiar. The boy was rubbed raw and was completely naked but there was blood oozing out of his anus. Crimson eyes were no longer shining but were this dark bloody color that drained all hope. His cheek was bruised in the shape of a hand. Lastly, there was a small amount of blood dribbling out of his mouth. Obviously raped.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Daisuke whimpered. "I didn't mean to. Please see me, hear me... love me. I'm sorry. Forgive me." And then there was silence.
DFF: What will Krad do now? Is Daisuke dead? Tune in next time on the Silent Siren!
Randa: I feel so aweful now.
Wonton: It was for the development of the story.
DIF: We all played a part in typing it so no harm done. R&R Otherwise we'll leave you hanging.