Halloween Terror

Description: Kaoru strays to investigate in a graveyard, and can't help but cry at what he ends up "finding".

Couples: N/A

Number of Words: 115

It was halloween, and you're supposed to get scared.

Well, he didn't expect to get scared that badly.

For the twins, the graveyard seemed like a fun place to go on halloween, and Haruhi thought it would be too, so she decided to go with. Knowing all the things those devils would do to her, the rest of the Club came with, dragging Kyoya along against his will of course.

"The graveyard!" The twins greeted in their Cheshire Cat costumes again. Hunny was in a little werewolf costume, Haruhi was a witch, Tamaki a prince... go figure... Kyoya was himself, because that was scary enough, and Mori was a zombie. Everyone was dressed up and ready to go.

Upon walking through, Hunny strayed off, and no one could find him. He jumped out moments later to scare everyone, and he was scowled and the works, and Hunny understood and promised he wouldn't do it again.

Kaoru thought he saw something shine off in the distance.

"What's that?" Kaoru asked.

"Nothing," Hikaru waved it off and he grabbed Haruhi's hand, infuriating Tamaki and causing a huge riot, so Kaoru was able to slink off without anyone noticing.

"What is that?" Kaoru asked again as he walked over to the area where he thought he saw something glowing and shining. It was gone now and Kaoru was still going, to see if maybe, it was a burning candle that someone left to trick him and scare him. Maybe the works of the Black Magic Club. A feeling of being watched crept over Kaoru and his stomach churned, but he ignored it and he stared around at the surroundings. Kaoru had learned that most of the scary feelings you get are a load of crap, so he and Hikaru learned to completely ignore them. Kaoru kept searching through the brush waiting for someone to pop out. After a while, Kaoru realized he didn't know where he was, and he was beginning to scare himself.

"H-hello?" Kaoru questioned as he spun around and fell, injuring his leg. He rubbed it and cursed.

A noise of moving brush hit his ears.

"Hello?" Kaoru asked, louder this time.

He was answered by more moving brush sounds, closer this time and louder.

"Who's there?" Kaoru squeaked. "This isn't funny Hikaru!"

The light shone through the trees again and Kaoru choked.

No one brought a flashlight. He doubted the Black Magic Club would have one either, considering their hate of light.

His breath choked in his throat and he struggled to run as feet started to appear in the clearing, and he didn't want to see the rest of the body. There wasn't a robe, and a smell lingered on Kaoru's nose and he used passing trees for support, the bark scratching against his skin and he bled onto the trees, and the light continued to follow him.

"Hikaru," Kaoru huffed. No matter what happened, the twins always still urged for the other when they were scared, no matter what. "Hikaru..."

Kaoru tripped again, this time over a sword stuck into the ground behind another sword, and Kaoru's leg cut on the blade of the first and he coughed up a bit of spit and blood as his stomach hit the hilt of the next. Kaoru rolled off of them and layed there, his breathing labored.

"H-hikar..." Kaoru continued to huff, tears starting to form at Kaoru's eyes. This wasn't his friends, even Hikaru wouldn't go this far. No one wanted Kaoru to get hurt. Maybe, just maybe, the swords were an added effect?

A foot appeared off in the distance, and a glow came, and a smiling face appeared, the eyes covered by hair, and Kaoru started bawling.

"This isn't funny!" Kaoru sobbed. "It's not! Stop!"

The pain of the oozing blood made Kaoru cringe and shudder, and he tried to get up and navigate around the woods, but he was now limping, and blood ran from his hand and his leg, and he was running out of breath, and things were starting to become blurry.

"C...come here..." An eeirie voice called loudly behind Kaoru, and it sounded more of a shriek, and somehow it was possible, but Kaoru got even colder than he already was.

"Stop it!" Kaoru sobbed and cried as he noticed a trap ahead of him and he dodged it in his running. He found himself somewhat lucky, if he hadn't fallen, if he hadn't trailed the trees to keep moving, if he hadn't hit the trap and continued on in a limp, he might've gotten stuck in that animal trap. Kaoru shivered as he imagined the cold, rusty metal piercing his skin and he was wondering why he was scaring himself even more.

Finally Kaoru hit a tree and he collapsed, hoping he'd the lost the person, or creature. That was stupid thoughts, considering the mass amounts of blood trailing behind him, and Kaoru found it hard to stay concious.

The person appeared, more evident this time.

They wore a long black robe, so they could be a Black Magic Club member. In one hand they held a sword, and they didn't have another arm. The face was cut and disformed, and the head seemed to move back and forth and Kaoru noticed the neckbrace. The neck was broken. So how... could they still move? WHY could they still move? The hair was soppy and glistening, and after a while the moon revealed it to be red colored. The thing came closer slowly, causing Kaoru to cry deeper and more painfully, and his conciousness slip away even faster. He kept thinking he was gonna die, he was gonna die, and it was a horrible thought to think. Finally, the sword touched Kaoru's face, and the blade penetrated Kaoru's skin, and Hikaru's voice cut into his brain.

"Kaoru!" Hikaru called.

Kaoru opened his eyes fully and noticed the person wasn't there, his leg was still cut, he still had his limp in his other leg, and the scrapes were still on his hand, and the cut was still on Kaoru's face, cutting deeper and becoming more painful until the group came into view.

It finally stopped cutting.

Kaoru blinked back his tears and he sobbed.

"You had us worried sick about you! How could you do that?" Tamaki scowled. "What happened to you?"

Kaoru didn't reply, he just shook his head, so happy to see them all.

They all walked out, and Kaoru couldn't help but look back. When he did, he couldn't help but stare even more. He just couldn't stop staring at it.

A glowing light, and a boquet of bloody roses on a murderers gravestone.