An/ I did not create this story, my best friend Aiden did. She asked me to post it for her, because the kids to lazy to make her own account. Blood, Music and Hate. That's all we need to live in this place, where fear, hate and war should only be. Thanks and happy reading! Eli.
Break Me Down
(Chapter 4)
The soil was moist under Daisuke's hands. It felt like wet, sticky rice. He got up from were he lay and looked around him. His breath stopped short. Every few inches or so away from him there were hands. They were different shapes and forms but all with the same decaying characteristics. The skin was between a dark green and a bruised purple. There were places were the meat had fallen off and you could see the bones with their rusty color and cracked surfaces. The nails were all yellow and torn.
There were also heads. They came out of the ground like you might expect pig's heads to come out of a butcher's place. They were lifeless, dead. Maybe you could see the little gleam of hope in their messy eyes or in their rotten skin but nothing more. You either saw broken bones or dripping skin.
The smell was overpowering. It twisted your stomach and dug into your senses until you couldn't take it. You needed fresh air, you needed to run. But Daisuke couldn't move. He leaned over and threw up. He wiped his mouth and wrapped his arms around his stomach. He pinched close his eyes and tried to breathe through his mouth but what bacteria would be laying in the air? He looked up at the dark sky, full of nothing. There were no stars, just bloody dreams left behind by the dead ones. His eyes fell downward and he had to shut his eyes again.
What he had seen was the bodies of thousands of people hanging from tree limbs. There necks were torn and their jaws hung limply open. Their teeth were yellow and spoiled. Their eyes were grey and their face, sagging. Pieces of meat from the shoulders down occasionally let go of the body and slid to the ground with a squishing sound that reminded you were you were.
That was when he started running. He never looked down at the hands under his feet, not even when he stumbled. He just got back up and kept going. He could breathe the slightest bit because of the fresh air rushing at his face but not enough to keep the stink away. There was a point were his eyes watered and his stomach hurt so much that he fell on his knees. He looked at the tombstones before him.
They were made of red cement and wood with a cross on them. On the cross was an X that marked out the cross done in hand. The initials usually found were not there, but were replaced by M.I.L. (Music Is Life). Under that were the victims name and their birth and death date. He looked closer at the particular tombstone. It read his parent's names. He just shook his head back and forth and stared ahead with hurt eyes, but they hid anger beneath. "But under your cover's more torture than pleasure, and just past those lips there's more anger than laughter." A smooth and almost playful voice came from behind him. He didn't need to turn around; he already knew who it was.
"I'm sure you recognize that. It is from one of my good friends, Silverstein, awesome band. I recently went to the Never Sleep Again Tour with Hawthorne Heights and some other guys, like Aiden, another awesome band." Aiden stated in a casual voice, as if they were two good friends talking at home.
"What the hell do you want now? You already ruined my life."
"I told you, you would have a second chance."
"You call this a second chance?"
"Do you believe in music?"
"What?"
"Do you believe in music?"
"What type of question is that? Just let me die in peace!"
"You can't die unless you answer the question." Aiden kneeled down next to him and smiled. His pushed a piece of hair away from Daisuke's eyes almost in a sweet touch.
"Leave me the fu-" Daisuke started.
"What type of language is that? I simply asked you a question."
"No, I don't believe in music. Kill me, now." Aiden sighed to hear this.
"I told you not to lie. You know you do. Music is your life; I can feel the pulse on your neck."
"What do you want from me?"
"An answer."
"Well I wanted an answer from you too but that never happened, did it?" Aiden got back up and went to the nearest tree. He leaned over and put his hands in his pockets. He looked west, not even looking at Daisuke. He stood that way with a carefully composed face, as if it might give away too much. After rather long moments, he blew his hair up like a baby might, and turned to face Daisuke.
"I'm going to ask you something and I need you to follow it. Understand? No more jokes."
"Whatever."
"Listen to me! Something is going to call you. A voice. Do not ever go follow it. If it so happens that you do, do not open the door. Never."
"Why do I have to listen to you?"
"Your life, and everyone else's, depends on anyone brought here. Currently, that is you. Everyone else managed to survive, you think you can?"
"What makes me so different from them? You underestimate me."
"No, that would be a grave error on my behalf. Just….don't open the metal door. Never do it." With that, he pushed himself off the tree and walked into the darkness. Daisuke wanted to run after him, but he couldn't, the darkness tied him there. So he sat there and cried and threw up, letting everything inside him out. He wanted to empty himself so he could no longer feel pain. No one can do that.
After several moments, a sweet and innocent voice called to him. "My darling Daisuke, won't you come?" It sounded like his mother's voice. Daisuke looked around but there was no one there. "I love you. Have you forgotten about me? Please, don't leave me." Daisuke had already gotten up and was turning around to leave. He knew this was what Aiden had been talking about. Yet the voice sounded so much like his mother's, so helpless and safe, like warm candy. He couldn't resist just having a look and seeing if it was really her. Would that hurt? He took a step toward the voice. "Yes, that's it my darling, this way." He wanted to turn around and go back to Aiden but he couldn't, some force was driving him to go there. He could not disobey it.
He arrived a few steps later at a small cage. The cage was covered in trails of long dried blood. Vines and dead flowers covered it. It was about the size of a small room, but with bars. The smell from inside was slightly sweeter than the one on the outside, though. Inside, cowering in a corner was a small boy. He was very skinny and you could see his bones. His skin was white but looked brown from all the dirt. His eyes were wide and the color of golden silver. They were sad, missing something. He had nothing but his cage, not even clothes. He looked at Daisuke with hopeful, childish eyes. Then, in a small and frail voice he said, "Please, help me. Those monsters locked me up inside here." Daisuke looked at it suspiciously.
"Who?"
"Those vampires. The ones they call Break to the Skin."
"But why? They must have a good reason."
"They were afraid of my power, my rebellion. I wanted to save all the people you now see dead. They didn't like that, so they locked me in here."
"Why do they kill these people?"
"Because they don't believe in music, sir." Daisuke stayed silent. Aiden had said not to trust them. They might be vampires, but it seemed he was extremely serious. He backed away from the cage. The boy now came out of hiding and gripped the cage with his fingers, tears in his eyes. "You can't leave me here!" He screamed it with such hurt that Daisuke's fingers wrapped around the lock despite himself. The boy looked with a grin on his face at Daisuke. "Please", he whispered. With one last movement of his fingers, Daisuke set the boy free.
The boy stepped out the cage and looked at Daisuke. With a cold and evil smile on its lips, it said, "Your generation will forever thank you for their fall." Then he ran away with the most bone chilling laughter you will ever hear.
An/ id like to thank those who review…still only Sarah… and im sorry I didn't get a chance to update over the weekend, I wasn't anywhere near my computer. Thank you those who took the time and read it.