Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I barely own my own internal organs, HP and Elfen Lied are way out of my league.
The vague, half-formed images of his dreams were whisked away, replaced by the smirking visage of a familiar cunt as he was rudely woken up. His brain hadn't woken up properly yet but that didn't stop his mouth any.
"I was having a nice dream you rude piece of fuck."
The dream wasn't anything nice really, but he took offence to the smirking fucker waking him up this early in the morning. Guess some people are just psychopaths.
Smirky didn't appreciate his wit, it seemed, because he tried to whack him in the head with a broken chair leg. Time slowed to a crawl for him as the boy raised his hand to strike at him. He was somewhat offended at the cheap choice of weapon, though. After all the trouble he gave the boy, he would think he had earned the right to be attacked by a proper one. Like a crowbar or a hammer, not some knock-off bit of furniture.
As the broken bit of wood swung downwards, he felt the familiar niggling feeling in his head spike into a brain-splitting headache. His head felt ready to burst as he his mind stretched to the limit trying to remember. Trying to remember what exactly? What was so goddamn important that his mind damn near ripping itself to pieces to remember? The pain reached to a torturous point as the feeling in his head reached a crescendo. Slowly, he began to-
Harry woke up to the warmth of freshly shed blood on his face. For a while he just lay there, not daring to open his eyes. Just content to listen to the lapping sound. Drip drop, drip drop. It was unmistakably blood. It was-
Terribly pretty. Morbidly beautiful. Unfortunately expected.
After a minute of listening to muted drip-drops, he cracked open his eyes. His crimson eyes took in the sight faster than any human eye was capable of.
Pretty red blood covered the walls, was splattered over the ceilings and caked almost every inch of the room. Coppery, filthy, foul, and precious, it assaulted all of his senses at once giving him the necessary rush for a proper wake up.
Slowly and cautiously, he moved his hands internally relishing the control that he had over is body once again. Fingertips reached up almost hesitantly and traced his face. His blood-splattered, bruised and grimy flesh and the satisfied smile that stretched across it.
"I thought," his mouth opened but not through his accord, "that a change of colour was in order. Something… a little bit more… livelier."
It was as if a switch was flipped in his mind and a whirlwind of emotions followed. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry. Guilt, anger, fear, hatred; it all boiled together assaulting his mind. In the midst of it all, a being of cold sharpness rose from within him pushing away all the emotions.
One word, Harry. Just one word, and I can help you again.
The parasite in him reached out to him, trying to tempt him with its hollow promises. Yes, he recognized the voice now. It was the very parasite that had spoken and tricked him years ago. That familiar silky voice was reverberating in his mind, laced with seductive promises of great power.
I remember you! Leave me alone and get the hell out of my mind!
The voice continued as if he hadn't even heard him. The broken bit of chair leg was close enough for him to clearly see the bent and rusted nail sticking out from its edge.
Trash like these will be crushed like insects under the might of our power. All you have to do is ask.
No… no… you will never take control of me again you. I don't need you to help me.
You need me, Harry. I have seen your heart and your mind. You crave me, and the power that I could give you.
I don't care! I don't need anyone! Goddamn you, leave me alone!
A mocking laugh echoed painfully in his skull. The chair leg was barely an inch from his head when the parasite's smile showed on his face.
Brave little Harry, always trying to put up a strong front. Wearing a paper-thin mask of apathy to hide his loneliness and fears. So afraid of other people that he tries to distance himself from them.
Fuck you! I will never give in to you.
The voice switched from sharp mocking to hate-filled growl at once.
If that is what wish you petulant brat, then fine. But know this, Harry. I will not allow you to die this easily. I have so much in store for you yet.
The voice changed further, turning into a wild, sadistic laughter as it began to recede from his mind. Before it disappeared completely, it left behind one last ominous message.
Think on this, little Harry. You might be ready to kill yourself a thousand times over just to spite me. But what, I wonder, will you do when it is her life that is at stake.
He was struck on the side of his head just as the voice stopped. He ignored the white spots in his vision and tried to roll away from the bed only for another hit to bounce off his skull. Pain finally began to register in his mind causing him to let out a wild yell. He tried to lash out with his own power but couldn't focus his mind with the whirlwind of emotions and memories in his mind. Fourth hit and his vision shook, burning red. He could feel himself losing the meagre control he had over his body. Something warm was dripping from his face and onto the sheets. He couldn't even feel the final hit that knocked him out cold.
Kaede was lying in a crouched position at the foot of a short stumpy tree in their usual meeting place. Harry wasn't going to be here for quite a while but she enjoyed the solitude that this spot proved. Besides, anywhere was better than the orphanage.
Having nothing much to do, she found herself juggling small pebbles in her hands. The rhythmic click-click of the pebbles was strangely entertaining to her. Most people would probably get bored if forced spending hours doing nothing but playing with pebbles but things didn't really bore her like it did other people. She by far preferred spending her time doing simple things like this to the 'excitement' of being kicked around by others.
Her mind wandered even as the almost-mechanical clicking continued and she found herself thinking about her friend. Against all odds, she had found someone who she could call a friend. A warm feeling blossomed in her gut at the thought. It seemed to be a normal thing to other children but for someone like her, who had never expected any good thing out of life, it was practically a blessing.
After their strange agreement, her life had felt strangely better. All kids still hated and tried to bully her and adults still ignored her existence but for the first time in her life, she had something to look forward to and someone who didn't hate her. She let herself smile at the thought of her friend. Even if that someone was a unquestionably lazy and questionably sane
Help.
She dropped the pebbles in shock as she heard a soft voice. Fearfully, she looked around trying spot a possible source of the word.
Help. Please, hurry.
She didn't know why but the voice, a familiar one, was calling to her for help. A chill began to settle in her stomach. What was wrong? Where was he?
HELP. PLEASE. HURRY.
She grabbed her head, crying out in pain as a vivid image burned into her retina.
A shabby room, exactly like hers. With people, five people. Pointing and jeering. Surrounding a figure. A figure. Dripping and flowing. Red, red, red. Harry! Red blood flowed. Harry. Surrounding him. Laughing. Red, red, blood. HARRY!
As soon as her mind processed the image she was left panting on the ground with her heart was thudding at a thousand miles per hour. She could feel without a doubt that something was terribly wrong. With trembling legs, she got up and started towards the orphanage, where she could somehow feel Harry's presence coming from.
She collapsed, panting heavily, against the wall beside the door to his room. Squeezing her eyes shut in pain, she struggled back to her feet and stumbled towards the door.
"You feel smart now, you fucking piece of shit!"
"Get his stuff together! Let's see how he likes to see them burned."
The clearly audible voices from beyond the door incited a burst of fear and anger within her giving her the incentive to go in. With trembling hands, she opened the door desperately hoping against all odds that everything was a big joke and Harry would be inside laughing at how gullible she was.
Five heads swiveled, almost in unison, and turned towards her. She didn't even notice them as her eyes were fixed on the figure lying of the ground.
Laying on his backing, with his face covered in thin crimson film of blood. A small trail of blood connected his body, in the center of the small room, to the worn mattress of his bed, joining at the slowly expanding pool of blood underneath his torso.
It couldn't be Harry. He looked so weak… so disarming. It shouldn't be him.
She only paid attention to the other occupants of the room when someone grabbed her from behind. She looked up to see their faces, their smirking and taunting faces, as they laughed in the face of her misery.
They were smiling. They were laughing. They were having the time of their lives. They always did.
Humans…
They didn't care about the pain they cause. They didn't care. They never did.
These humans, they…
Kill them all. Rip their ugly smiles off their ugly little faces. Crush their throat. Shatter the bones of their weak and pathetic limbs. Bathe them in their own filthy blood. Rip off their innards. Violate their body. Ingest their flesh. Smear them across the floor like a crushed insect.
They hurt him, they….
Make them pay for what they did. Make them hurt more than they've ever hurt him. Make them more miserable than they've ever made her.
The boy who got himself beaten up just to protect her…
The ones who aren't human,
The only one who cared…
The ones who are monsters,
Her friend…
ARE YOU!
A piercing scream tore from her throat as years and years of hatred reached the climax. Her hands surged upwards. Anger, hatred and despair, all turned to wrath. Her hands flew forward, carrying her will, as she tore at her tormentors with all her being.
AN: Thank you for reading and sorry about the wait everyone. The spirit was willing but the cheap laptop was not.
And we've finally reached that part! I hope the change of tone didn't bother anyone. This is Elfen Lied after all, so there's quota of blood and violence that I have to fill. No tits though, that would just be weird. With this comes the end of the orphanage part and now we go on to… some other stuff. Yay.