A/N: First and foremost I did this for a little true scary Halloween fun. And by true I mean really out there scary and demented thriller lol Its kind of a psychological thriller. It is Hiro in first person POV, which is the first time I have wrote him this way. It was a different challenge. I LOVE Hiro and all the Gravi folks, but I wrote this as unbiased as possible...to make it genuinely scary. Or well I tried to at least. I always wanted to try and write something maddening, so this is it. I'm a million times sorry Hiro for using you this way! -sob-

WARNING! - This fic contains one scene of Non-consensual sex! The suggestion of suicide, plus there is blood and lots of injury. There are ghosts and un-dead, if you do not like these things then be advised that you're about to read it.

I implore you to do a Google search on Hashima Island, some very interesting stuff! Grr I'd put the links here..but you know FF doesn't like urls... Trust me though a Google search/Images will show you some aweosme pics of this place! Take a look at Japan's Gunkajima Island/Hashima Island aka. Ghost Island...before reading, it really gives you a feel for the setting I choose in the fic.

I do not own Gravitation which belongs to Maki Murakami. And I do not make any profit from writing this fic.

The Curse - Part 1

I'm gonna die…my inevitable fate beckons me. But even so I'm running. My feet feel as heavy as cinder blocks, my legs are numb—I feel ready to give out. The pounding of my heart is the only thing I can hear, hammering against my chest like a sledgehammer. I see nothing, feel nothing…there's a gun in my hand but I don't even realize I'm gripping it with sticky bloody hands. The blood—so much blood. Must keep running, but its getting so hard….

They're coming for me…so very close behind me.

Make it stop…

Make it stop!

The fear inside me is taking over, its insane grip on my conscience squeezing out all rationality. I can't fight anymore…my lips move without sound, begging me for release.

Let me go…

Let me go!

Crumpled, I fall to my knees, my eyes are opened wildly but the windows are distant now. I can see only one escape from my hell. It's calling me. Raising my hands to the sky, I beg for mercy. And I hear it, it's promising me a path to peace, oh I want it, I need it! My final calm shrouds me; I never thought I could feel it again. There is an angel whispering in my ear. Nodding to the voice, I raise the gun to my head…

"Oh god, help me…"

Searing pain and the loud bang in my head drove me to scream my way out of slumber. Bolting awake, I clamped my hands to my skull; eyes squeezed shut from incredible pain. Panting and freaked out, I slowly began to realize I'm not in any pain at all. It was just a nightmare so I release my sweaty palms and I gape at my hands wildly. I'm looking for blood but there is none. The trouncing in my heart slows down and my eyes feel tired, leaden almost. Stupid nightmare, I thought and try to keep my eyelids from closing shut again, trying to focus. I take in my surroundings and realized that I was in a moving vehicle. To my right is a big panel of glass, a window. All I can see are greens and yellows blurring past the fogged up window. Cold water meets my hand as I smear over the glass to unconsciously clear my view. Outside trees and large farm fields accost my sight, tiny farm houses dotting the horizon in the distance. With my sudden arise, the whole thing made my head feel dizzy. Even the light of the sun shining on the fields of gold seemed to send a sharp pain straight to my brain.

I shut my eyes tight again and rest my head back once more. Instead I listened, I listened carefully. Not a sound except the lulling hum of the engine. It felt unusual to have no noise of my band mates at all. Maybe they were asleep, I cracked open my eyes and looked around. There was nobody…

That was strange, it compelled me to look down the hall of the tour bus, up as far as the drivers seat. From here I couldn't tell who was driving. But I felt so achy and stiff, I felt like I'd run a marathon or something. My lungs hurt, maybe I was coming down with a cold? But my curiosity got the better of me, I stood up and wavered, gaining my balance and walked through the bus. I peered into seats, the bunk beds, I peeked into the john and even the small sitting area. No one was here. I remembered I could use my voice as if I had forgotten how to use it.

"Shuichi?" It was the first person I called out for—my best friend, the one that always came to mind naturally. He didn't respond. I made my way right up to the driver's seat, which was empty. Empty! I instantly looked ahead of me, through the windshield…only all I could see was fog. There were no lines on the road; it was as if the bus were driving on top of the clouds.

"Hiro?"

"Hiro!"

My eyes snapped open and I gasped at first. Here I was sitting in my seat again, shoulder resting against the window. Only it wasn't fogged up anymore.

"Hehe, were you dreaming? Ooo did you think I was the bogeyman? Anyways Sakano said to wake you up. We're almost there," Shuichi said happily.

Eyes darting at the voice, I gave Shuichi an annoyed swat of my hand. "Almost where?" I wondered, sitting up.

"To that place we're shooting our Halloween video…well to the ferry anyways. We get to ride on a boat," he told me as if I should know.

I looked at him blankly.

"Right…" I managed and ran a hand through my hair and thought of my hands again. I held them in front of me. Hmm, they were clean and normal, except a few small calluses I get from playing my guitar. I looked out the window and frowned at that…didn't I just clean it a second ago? I must have been dreaming. Chuckling in at my at my silly scary mystery dreams, I asked Shuichi, "Didn't we already shoot this video?"

My friend sat down beside me and gawked. "Is your mother stressing you out again or something man? We haven't done this video yet. I can't wait either; it's like a field trip. Woo, that means no real work Hiro!" he clamoured happily.

I huffed with amusement at Shuichi.

"Oh the princess is awake."

I heard a familiar voice, it sounded teasing. I scoffed though. "Shut up," I muttered, not in the mood for his games right now. Why did he always have to taunt me?

"Relax…you'll need all the sleep you can get. You guys are going to be busy, busy, busy," K said. "This place will keep you on your toes."

I saw Suguru duck under K's arm and stand in front of the oversized American lout. "I think this is the stupidest idea we've ever had to endure. Why Hashima Island? Don't you know it's officially a ghost town? I mean their tourist logo is 'For the Tourist Who Dares'. Tell me why we're doing this again?" he complained, giving me and Shuichi eyes that looked to have held a small plea.

K clapped a hand to the small boys shoulder, "Oh come on. Who believes in that hocus pocus? It's just an old mining town, used to be one of the most densely populated islands in the world!"

"It's also referred to as Ghost Island!" hollered Suguru, reminding everyone again.

It was obvious the little keyboardist didn't want to go here, I thought. "I heard of Hashima Island too, in high school, the teachers loved to tell tales of it. It's actually called Gunkajima Island, which means 'Warship Island'. From afar it looks like a battleship they say." I told them and looked at Suguru. "It just looks scary, but there's no such thing as ghosts."

"Well I don't know about that," went Sakano's shaky nervous voice.

Everyone looked at each other tentatively. Suddenly Yuki appeared from the backroom. We all startled from the bit from spookiness we'd instilled in ourselves about ghost talk.

"Do you guys have to talk so fucking loud?" complained Yuki. "It's bad enough I was coerced into coming with you freaks…I'm working back here." He glared at K but his eyes went wide. "Hey who's driving the bus!"

Sakano squeaked and dashed back to the driver's seat.

"I think I almost wet my pants," Shuichi mumbled and blinked.

I just gulped.

K laughed, "Everyday is an adventure with you guys! We're almost became a can of boy band jam," he offered and shook with mirth.

"Idiots," Yuki muttered and went back to his work. Shuichi followed him, like a pouncing puppy. And Suguru walked off as pale as one of my ivory guitars.

I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face. Man, what a day. But I felt someone still watching me. "K I'm not in the mood," I said then whispered, "Come on the others will find out." He sat down beside me anyways. I tried not to show my smile so I looked out the window to hide my face.

"They don't know their asses from their heads," K said.

I laughed but I still didn't look over. If I did I would be tempted to kiss my managers mouth. I know he wanted it…I wanted it too. We've been fooling around for the last couple of months. It was wrong though, he was married and I…I had Ayaka. But I think it was the 'wrong' part that we enjoyed so much. As much as I liked my girlfriend, I found her voice more annoying all the time. I even avoided her calls a few times, which was in the double digits by the end of each day. She called me about everything. She called me back if I forgot to say 'I love you.' So many times I wondered if I was just her scapegoat, the fallback guy, because she couldn't have Yuki. I had to admit in the beginning I was smitten with her. But K—I smirked—he said this was just some side action. Nothing personal, he'd told me. We had a good time, I felt desired, wanted…he brought out my bad side. It was addictive and I liked it. So his explanation was good enough for me, I didn't want to label it either. As long as we stayed true in mind to our other half's, a little fun seemed justified.

But right now I didn't want to have any fun. I felt psyched out by my recent dream and that feeling of serious déjà vu. A hand dragged my face away from the window and I found myself looking into a pair of icy blue eyes. I couldn't speak…I didn't know what to say.

"You look pale Hiro," K told me. "You're not coming down with something are you?"

I pulled out of his grasp, "Just a nightmare. It was nothing." I wished we were alone and that maybe he'd hold me. What I wanted right now was some comfort and warmth. But that was stupid, I feel like such a wally sometimes. K wasn't my boyfriend and I couldn't ask him to coddle me. I decided to change the subject. "So how long are we supposed to stay on Hashima Island?" I wondered.

K put his hand back down and said, "Two days. There is a tech crew there already…I hope they weren't devoured by evil phantoms."

I gaped at him, "That's just not funny man." I let my eyes travel over the blonds white shirt. My eyes landed on his gun. It looked just like the one…

"What is it with everyone? You're all such a superstitious bunch," he said softly with a chuckle and looked down where my eyes were studied. "You wanna play with it?" he asked with a naughty expression on his face. He pulled out the magnum and flipped it from side to side, "See isn't it a work of art?"

I felt my mouth water the urge to throw up came on strong.

"Hey what's wrong?"

The tip of gun was dripping with blood, droplets landed on K's pants. Somehow…I knew it was mine.

"Hiro?"

I clamped a hand to my mouth and garbled behind my hand, "Put it away…" But in the next blink, eyes locked on the gun, the blood was gone. Swallowing hard I closed my eyes and breathed calmly, forcing my stomach to relax. I looked up at K, who watched me with serious concern. He put the gun away and I looked at his pants. The blood was gone from there too. I took my hand from my mouth and breathed with relief through my mouth. "I'm sorry. My imagination is running wild."

The look on K's face relaxed, "Heh so is mine."

Perplexed I looked at him, geez he thinks I was being dirty.

"We're here guys!" Sakano called from up front.

K ruffled my hair and dashed off. I frowned and fixed my mane, then stood to follow. Shuichi mentioned a boat, and I went to see. We drove up to some inspection booth and stopped. Sakano got off with K and they talked to the inspector. The man in a navy blue uniform, looked at some papers Sakano handed him. I watched the man nod and point to the platform just ahead. Peering in that direction I saw the large ferry boat, a craft capable of carrying twenty cars. But not today, from what I could hear, the bus was staying behind. I groaned we were going to have to camp there overnight. Turning to look, I noticed the entire dock area looked empty and industrial. I imagined this area was busy once with freight ships, carrying coal all over the world. But now it was a barren shell of its past. There were no other people waiting to get on, even by foot.

After a few minutes, the bus got parked. And all our belongings got put on our backs in backpacks. I got stuck with a tent and the others all got one as well. I watched K's strained muscles as he carried a larger cooler, full of food and drinks…Yuki carried one too. But on the ferry boat, we dropped our load and went to go look over the railing. I wanted the fresh air more than ever and I waved for Shuichi to follow. "Come on lets go take a look," I asked him. He looked back at Yuki hesitantly and I rolled my eyes—I grabbed him by the arm. "I think you'll live for a few minutes."

I walked up to the prow of the ship and felt the summer wind whipping my hair about. The noise of the boat tearing through the water was very loud. I looked down to see the nose of the ship slicing through the water like a hot knife. I had to yell for Shuichi to hear me. "Look at that!" I hollered, pointing to Gunkajima Island. "It really does look like a battle ship!"

The midday sun shone on the island illuminating the skeletons of concrete apartment buildings from here. They stood like remnants of some kind of nuclear winter, like sentries that marked the island like frozen flags. Its high breaker walls gave the island a look of a floating prison but more decrepit than Alcatraz tenfold. I felt chills just looking at it.

"It does look like a ship, it seems so small from here though," Shuichi mentioned. "I can't imagine so many people lived on it once."

"Me either," came Suguru's voice from behind us. He joined us at the rail and peered over as well. "The age of industrialization I think was another term for slavery."

I made a contemplative sound, "I can't imagine what working in those mines was like. I bet tons of people died everyday from poisoned air, being trapped or drowning."

"You guys are so gloomy," Shuichi claimed and wrinkled his nose.

I chuckled and pat my friend on the shoulder, "Well I bet you couldn't do a day of hard labour in your life."

"I can too!" he wailed.

"Haha, I'm messing with you man," I said laughing. Resting against the handrail I smiled, I felt so much better out here. I knew that everything would be alright. Two days here would go by fast and easily. Nah, nothing to worry about…it's just a stupid island.

It didn't take more than thirty minutes to get near the dock on Hashima Island. But we had to take a motor raft the rest of the way. The ferry didn't trust the landing docks, so we all bustled into a rubber craft. Before I knew it, we were climbing out and onto a gravely shore. A giant wall of concrete stood before me, providing only one ladder up onto the rest of the island. We all began our climb up the rusty iron rods built into the concrete wall. Once on top, I looked around and gazed up at the expanse of broken blocks, crumpled in heaps all over the place, pieces poking out over the cliffs of the breaker walls. In some ways it made me think of one of those old castles that sat on top of a hill, surrounded by protective wall. Well of course these walls protected against typhoons, so I guess they acted in a similar shielding manner. But everywhere I looked there was barely a shrub or tree. It was very barren and broken, made up only of stone and rust. All the orangey red was from the metal that bled its rust and bits and pieces of metal that littered the entire place.

"This place really does look like a ghost town," I heard Sakano say.

"I bet there are a few people living here, even if they say it's uninhabited," K mentioned. "I'm sure they are harmless hermits."

"Well where ever we park out tents, is where I'll be. I don't think my shoes are made for a place like this," Yuki said dryly.

"It's a good thing I had the tech crew bring some steel toed boots," K interjected, "Can't have you guys stepping on a rusty nail eh?"

Hrmph, from the looks of it there were millions of rusty nails. Not only were there broken chunks of red brick and stone, but boards that lay splintered, piled all over the place with nails sticking out of them.

"It's like this place was struck by a meteor or something. I can't believe no one has cleaned this place up," Suguru said, his eyes darting about nervously.

"That's because they say that this island prevents anyone from living here. That it's cursed and eventually finds a way to rid itself of inhabitants," Yuki shared almost gleefully at our shocked faces.

We all stood blinking at him, this was the first piece of information he cared to share with us about this place. I knew he was doing that out of revenge for being threatened to come along. Heh, if only Shuichi knew that it was K who found some way to convince him to come. I imagined it involved his firearm…or one of many I thought.

"Well thanks for sharing that now," I said sarcastically. I couldn't help it, but all this crazy talk and my experience earlier had me on edge. But maybe Yuki was making that up just to scare us more.

"Ok stop this now!" cried Sakano. "We will not be able to make this video if everyone is scared out of their minds." His voice sounding a tad higher in pitch than normal, I knew he was already scared out of his mind. "Let's just pitch the damn tents and go find those guys with the video equipment," Sakano finished.

That's what we did. We found a patch of rubble clear of most sharp debris and fixed up our tents. I scoffed and thought in agony at the prospect of sleeping on a bed of stone. Oh yeah, I felt like a trooper or perhaps more like a slapstick constant on some goofy reality show. Heh, but I let my mind wander dirtily. I thought that maybe I could talk K into my tent tonight and use him as my mattress. Chuckling evilly I tossed my sleeping bag and pack into my finished tent.

"What's so funny?"

Thrusting my hands into my pockets, I blushed and faced Shuichi. "Oh nothing…I'm just so hard up for sleeping on rocks tonight."

Shuichi hooted happily, "It can't be that bad. I have Yuki!"

I rolled my eyes dramatically.

"Oh right, you're on your own. Hehe, does your cell phone get a signal out here?" Shuichi asked me. "You could call Ayaka and ask her to put you to sleep."

Waaa! I blushed a million shades of red and almost pounded Shuichi for that. But my embarrassment turned to into a goofy laugh and I scratched my head instead. "I don't think she can talk on the phone like that." I hadn't thought of it before. The most she ever did on the phone was blow kisses but half the time her parents were around. I remember because once I asked what she was wearing and she told me I was being a pervert. Was I?

Shuichi and I giggled together.

"Come on you pansies don't stand there with your dicks in the wind, let's go!"

"That's K cue I guess," Shuichi said wryly.

Laughing I followed, carefully walking towards some bones of an apartment building. As we walked carrying only a bag with our costume in it, I looked back at our camp. But a little further out I glimpsed a girl—no a woman—walking along the cliff of breaker wall. I stopped walking and watched how the wind made her white gown billow behind her. She had long black hair, the longest hair I ever saw…like a black river flowing behind her. I was mesmerized and she turned her head, looking right in my direction.

"Do you hear them?"

I look around me for the voice. But there are no women with us, how am I hearing this? Hear what? The voice is very feminine and like an echo in my mind.

"They will drive you crazy…leave this place."

I close my eyes and open them again, darting my sight at the breaker. But there is no woman there now. I gazed from side to side, looking, but she's gone. Damn this place is just freaking me out. I'm just imagining things; maybe I need a beer or get laid. Instead I light a cigarette and inhale gratuitously. Shaking my head I follow everyone who is way ahead of me now.

"Guys wait up!"