MURDERS

heh heh. Woot! Now this is gonna be fun. Heh heh.

It was quickly growing more and more insistent, as if there was something it just had to do, and it couldn't wait any longer, or else it would burst. So it took to tormenting him day and night, all the time, whispering bloody threats, making him look away from his friends in shame when he felt those lips on his face, or hands on his body.

He always felt so terribly dirty, knowing this monster was alive and it was all his fault.

"Everything's your fault, Alice King. And yet nothing is at the same time. Oh no. nothing can ever be blamed on my Sweet Little Alice King, who cries by himself at night, who's face is like the moon." he half thought he should hang himself. Let the pain be over with. Everyone was noticing something was wrong.

Everyone saw the dark rings around his eyes, the way he tried to cover it up with his mother's old make up. The way he jumped whenever someone touched him. They even heard him talking to himself, whispering 'shut up, shut up'

"Son, is there something you want to talk to me about?" Isshin asked, face serious as he patted him on the head. He flinched, then tried to work up his happiest smile. It was a little crooked, and cracked and frayed.

Just like his soul, just like his mind. Just like that grin in his dreams.

"Nothing dad, everything is fine! I gotta go do my homework!" and he ran upstairs.

"Off to put on more make up, Alice King?" it laughed, running boney fingers through his hair. "Off to cover up your insanity, and pretend you're alright? Off to deny you're nightmares and try desperately shut me away?" he felt a smooth slimy tongue run up his neck and around the shell of his ear. He shivered. "You'll never get rid of me."

"oh yes I will." he vowed, caking foundation around his eyes, and a little blush to look less pale. "I'll get rid of you."

It ignored the comment, instead purring happily in his ear. "You look so beautiful, Sweet Alice King."

He was beginning to believe he had no greater purpose. And he wondered how it happened. It had been recess, at school, like any other day. He was just making his way out of the classroom, after being scolded for bringing make up to school. He bumped into Tatsuki.

He talked with her a little, because she had always been his childhood friend. He wondered briefly how a knife had appeared in his hands, but at the time, he didn't question it. He had stared at it. And Tasuki had stared at it. And suddenly he was overcome with a demonic lust.

For what, he couldn't exactly say. But it had been telling him exactly what it was. "Kill her, selfish little Alice. Rape her mind, rape her body, who cares! Either way, make her scream and beg you for mercy!"

He did as he was told, he pushed her down, straddling her hips. He didn't know what he was doing. It was almost as if he was possessed. Tatsuki was yelling at him, and swearing at him. But she wasn't scared enough to scream in fear.

"Then make her afraid, pretty Alice." he drew the knife lightly across her chest, tearing her school uniform. He wasn't exactly eager to sexually mistreat her. But he wanted to make her afraid.

"Ichigo! You perv! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Get the hell off me right now!" her cries went unanswered. He scrapped the dagger along her flesh, just hard enough to draw blood. "I-chi...what are you doing...? that hurts..."

"She's scared Sweet King. Do it now!" strange how he listened to that voice. He stabbed the knife into her stomach, he couldn't laugh, or speak, or do anything against what was happening. But he knew he was smiling. "That's right king. Enjoy it." he could feel Tatsuki's blood, staining his fingers, wetting his face. When he was certain she was dead, he bent down, licking a little blood from her cheek.

"Kurosaki-Kun! What's happened here?!" he didn't look up, didn't bother to find out who it was that was talking to him. He was frozen stiff with a curious mixture of fear, excitement and anticipation. He measured his options. He was big for his age, and could probably kill the teacher that had caught him. How he itched to feel more blood.

"STOP IT STOP IT!" he shouted, holding his head. That wasn't him. He didn't itch to kill anybody. That...with Tatsuki, that was a mistake. He sat there on the roof of the school for a long time. And suddenly his was grabbed by someone, and the pretty jeweled hand was ripped from his grip.

Hand cuffs were put on his wrists, and a kind looking lady told him that he wasn't going to jail, just a hospital where he would stay for a little while. She told him that they would be putting him to sleep, and asked him if he was afraid of needles. He didn't answer her. Instead he began to cry.

He was sure those nurses thought it was some selfish reason, that he was afraid he would have to go to court, or that he was crying for his friend. In truth, he didn't know why he was crying. He sobbed quietly, thinking about that voice. This was all it's fault. It seemed to have no comment on that though.

"Want me to tell you something good?" it whispered, running his fingers through his hair soothingly as the needle was forced into his arm. He nodded slightly, feeling sleepiness take him. "In truth, you're more like the Queen of Hearts than I am. I'm just your Cheshire cat" he couldn't answer felt too tired. His mind was fogging up. Slowly he drifted away, with only the whispered words of that lullaby flitting in through the darkness.

OWARI

wow. Two pages. I had to make sure I got everything important in this chapter... anyway, review...