A/N: Dont ask me why ive suddenly gone so upload happy, i just have. i dont know why. hopefully the story's still good. By the way, just to prove how greateful i am to you reviewers (isisoftheunderground being the most recent), ill tell u that the 3 reviews i have gotten, have resulted in a kind of scarry and energetic scream/happy dance fest. So yeah. REVIEWERS ARE THE BEST!

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Disclaimer: i only own Tetsuya. luvhim.(he appears in the next chapter... no im not lying)

Fifth Chapter: Freedom

Months passed. And the fall weather turned to winter. And then the snow began to melt. And the birds began to reemerge, and the leaves cracked open from their woody imprisonments. The trees began to stretch out their flowers and roots, the sun got hotter and brighter, and in the cold dark, under cellar, a fragment of the cracking amber fell to the ground and shattered.

'Where… where am I?' Was the first question that struck the girl. Later, it would be followed by countless others, but for the moment, all she could think was "where am I?" The next thing she thought was, 'I can't see.' She tried in vain to open her eyes, her body was numb and unresponsive, panicking, she tried to scream, but she couldn't open her mouth. 'I… I can't breathe…' That was what inspired her to struggle. She felt the panicked, pressured feeling spread from her lungs and plunge into her stomach. 'Oh God… I – I'm going to die…' She didn't want that. Suddenly, as her fear escalated, there was a deafening crack, and the cool air replaced the hard, smooth material that had been pressed over her chest and around her body. She was falling.

Kagome hit the floor lifelessly, and lay sprawled there with the shards of amber, her muscles too weak to move. Sheremained theredumbly for two or three minutes, just breathing. Then she finally pushed herself to a wobbly sitting position and looked around her. But she was so disoriented that she couldn't comprehend any of the dark mass infront of her. What she saw she couldn't understand… but the smell was so putrid that she threw up all over the floor, there was a horrible burn over her skin and an aching feeling in her stomach. She was so scared that she was shaking, and her heart was beating so fast that it hurt. She needed to get out of the room, it was defiled with something. Even breathing the stinking air as like swallowing razors. She pushed herself to her feet and took three steps before falling back to the ground again. She tried to catch herself with her hands but her arms were so weak that she fell to the ground; her face was cut by something sharp and stinging. She could taste the blood in her mouth. She couldn't walk, she realized, panicked, her legs were like jelly.

"Oh God," She groaned to herself, beginning to crawl to the steps, the rough floor was scraping against her sensitive skin. It took her 30 unbearable seconds to stumble to the steps, which she dragged herself up over on all fours. It was so hard to move, and everything around her throbbed painfully. Suddenly she hit something with her head. It was hard and smooth, and it was in her way. She tried to push at the ceiling above her, but it was no use, her arms were too weak. She bit her bloodied lip and fought back hot tears that were stinging her eyes. And the horrible, sickening feeling was growing stronger. She needed to get away from whatever it was in the room, or else she would die. She knew it. She could feel it. Whatever was in the room with her was coming for her, coming to kill her. She didn't want to die. She desperately didn't want to die. So she began to scratch feverantly at the wood ceiling, meanwhile the evil thing in the room was getting closer and closer to her. She could feel it coming up from the base of the stairs.

Suddenly the ceiling opened, and fresh, pure air encircled her, as well as a blinding light. It made her eyes ache, the light of day, but she didn't care, she slowly and clumsily dragged herself up from the dark, bad place, into the upper chamber, and the doors closed behind her. She fell on the smooth floor, and started coughing. Her lungs were still burning and her skinfelt like it wastrying to rip itself off her bones. After a while her heart stopped racing and she knew that she could move without being sick. She sat up against the nearby wall, resting her back up against the rough, white plaster. She sat there and breathed, her body was numb from all the panicking and scrambling. She waited for things around her to become solid, and when they did, she realized that her face was bleeding from when she had fallen. The trail of blood thickened and was trailing into her open mouth, weakly she wiped it away, slightly disgusted, and picked out a shard of amber stone which had been embedded in her cheek, and caused the bleeding. Her hair was warm against her neck and shoulders and stuck to her... her whole body was covered in a slick, cold sweat. And her fingers were bleeding from under her nails, where splinters of wood had embedded themselves when she had been clawing at the ceiling. Her legs and arms were covered with small cuts. Everything hurt, but at the same time everything seemed numb and unreal. Her thoughts had begun to stop racing, and she could hear her breathing starting to come back to a normal pace.

'Where am I?' She asked herself for the second time, staring at the plain room she was sitting in. There was no one with her, neither was there any furniture. All she saw was an immaculate wooden floor, polished and smooth, and plain plaster walls. It was uncomfortably empty, and she was alone. Suddenly she was filled with an inexplicable calm. Logic returned to her crazed and confused brain. She needed to find out where she was, if there was anyone with her in this strange place. Suddenly her eyes fell on the cellar door and the cold fear came back to her, she also needed to get away from the cellar. She tried to get up, but realized that she was too weak. She must have been resting somewhere for a long time, that was the only explanation for how weak she was. She obviously hadn't been moving around for who knew how long. A cold sickening feeling hit her when she realized that wherever she had been for all that time, she had also been with that thing. With whatever it was down in the cellar. That thought alone was enough to make her start shaking again. She sat there, helpless. How was she supposed to get out of this place, if she was too weak to move and there was nothing or no one but a strangeevil thing in the cellar to help her?

A/N: Hmmmm... i wonder...well the next chappie is right behind it anyways so... keep reading and find out whether she goes back down into the basement to politely and timdidly ask the "evil thing" to help her out. Betcha u wont guess right! MUAHAHA! (excuse the weirdness... i think im on a caffiene rush... sorry).

Oh and in case you didn't understand what was wrong with Kagome, because she had been in there for like, almost a year, her muscles were very weak. You know when you have to go into therapy after you break your leg or something? It's sort of the same thing. The muscle doesn't get used, so it gets weaker and weaker...yeah...