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"GhrrRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHhhggkkkk"
You scream in agony on the wooden floor next to your bed after rolling out of it in a startling wake-up-call of pain. The echoing screams and evil laughters that plague your mind on are scratching on the walls of your psyche, just waiting for you to break them free... but you wont let that happen. You can't.
You lay crouched on the floor wearing nothing but some sweat pants, elbows and knees plastered to the seemingly shifting floor. You curl your body into a ball trying to block out the sounds of malice, and every time you try, it never works. Nothing ever works. Your whole life these noises have haunted you, mostly the sound your own voice but in a deeper and scratchier tone. But sometimes there other voices. Your father. Your friends. Your beloved mother...all telling you to give in to the darkness...to kill and destroy...to free the monster within.
You tried to hold it in, you really did, but in the end, tears fell from your eyes reluctantly. The fell hot and hard on the wooden floor, making thuds as the dispersed on the ground. And these tears aren't from the pain...not from the voices... but the fact that these pains and voices will never leave. Not until you free them...or until you're dead. But you won't do that. You can't. And that's what gets to you the most. The fact that even if you kill yourself. The family curse will still live on.
Thats right. A curse...demons specifically. Demons that have haunted your family for generations. It runs in the family... literally. Its called the devil gene. Demonic energy that fused with the genes of the family... an experiment gone wrong... horribly wrong. Your father has it... and he gave it to you. You have no idea how he acquired it, but you know it's not naturally attained.
Your father was obsessed with the devil gene. In fact, he once said had a daughter, expecting her to have the devils mark, but she didn't. He already had a complex over daughters, believing that women are inferior in general. That's why your mother left the family... You not sure what happened the day your mother left... all you can remember is you were happy when she was around, and the demon inside subsided. But that was such a long time ago... so very long... It hurts...It hurts all over...and it never stops...it...it always hurts...but it's getting worse. But you cant kill yourself... not yet at least... you still have to find a cure for future Kazamas.
And then it begins... your once tanned skin was slowly turning a darker greyish color. Marks began to appear on your shoulder and chest, and you feel your spine enlarging to a longer arch, a bone crunching sound followed. With each shuttering sound a stream of pain...
"Noooooo!" you screamed in desperation.
This is it... all your life you've held it in...fighting the darkness... looking for a cure... and this is it. You knew it was a matter of time. You saw it coming... but this soon...
"H-howarang..." you whispered, hot tears going down your face. "I'm..."
You look up and you see your fathers smirk at the door. He was leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. You look with a face of desperation. All he did was smirk. He said something you couldn't hear over the now screeching sounds of the voices telling you to give in. You thought if you kept fighting back this would never happen... maybe... maybe it's time to give in... to give in to the darkness...
You stop fighting and give in completely. The sounds around you turned into a muffled blur, all you can hear are the echoing voices and your heart beating faster and faster. You close your eyes as the dark force consumed you...
Nothing. Simply. Nothing.
There was no pain, there was no thought... Only sadistic words and darkness.
suddenly... A loud noise. A voice. Over all the others. One distinctive voice.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing!? Watch where you're going girl!"
Your eyes sprang open at the clear words. Out of all the things you hear in your tormented mind, you hear a woman's voice, loud and strong. But unlike the voices in your head, this one sounded... real. Wait. It is real! You were basically deaf to the real world, how are you hearing this woman?
You look wide eyed at the source of the sound (as for your father, who simply changed his viewpoint begrudgingly, not having a clue either.) which was apparently coming from the outside, because you looked straightt out the window. Unfortunately, you are on the second floor of your house, and you can't see who's speaking...all you know is her voice is getting to your mind. As if that's all your body can hear right now...as if that's all your body wants to hear...
"I don't give two shits if it was an accident, you made me drop my lunch! Fuuuuuck! How the Fucking Hell am I suppose to eat now!? Fucking bull shit man!"
The voice may be loud and angry, but for some reason... the voices stopped the instant she spoke... as if the wave of the woman's voice overpowered the others on one clean splash.
The transformation stopped and the pain slowly went away as your body did as well. For some reason, the presence of that voice reminded you of your mother.
The transformation completely subsided. You raise your body so you sat only on your knees facing away from your father. All he did was huff and walk out of the room. This isn't the first time this has happened, he wants you to become the demon...so he can take the demon out of you and become stronger. Every time you subdue the demon within, he simply walks away with a look of grimace on his face. Probably why he treats you like shit.
As soon as the steps faded away as you heard him enter the sliding room to the dojo, you sprang from the ground and clumsily looked through your partially opened blinds. You immediately look downwards where the dojo garden was... you cant see who's behind the stone wall, and the the girls voice was no longer apparent. You put on a fresh white T-shirt and some blue jeans and run down stairs, out of the house. You ran through the dojo where your father trained. You can feel his eyes on you but you ignore them. You ignore those same cold eyes that you know he's staring at you with.
You slam the dojo slide door open and closed it the same way. You run to the dojo doors, the only doors that you push open in the dojo, and look to the left, than the right. You take a double look to the left as you say a girl with black hair in pigtails startled. Her skin was pale with natural pink blush. her cheeks were slightly chubby, making her look younger than she probably is. She wore an unbuttoned mini jacket with a white cotton shirt with a panda on it that hugged her body snugly. She wore capris with one pants leg to her mid thigh, and the other to her mid calf. Her shoes were a bright blue converse, seemingly new, and she stood shocked by your presence, hand-over-mouth as if she had gasped but you didn't hear. She's seemingly blushing hot red.
"Oh! um hi J-Jin..I...I wasn't spying on you or anything, I just-" The girl looked down poking her index fingers looking embarrassed. You paused, looking wide eyed... not from your previous endeavors, but from this strange girl trying to make excuses for why she was... not spying on you?
"Um... okay?" you say, not really sure what the hell to say to something like that. You brush it off.
"Where you just here with someone, a girl?"
"Oh um... yeah... she uh...I kinda like, ran into her and made her drop her lunch", The girl said laughingly, turning her body around gesturing with a fan like hand the mess of food behind her... it looked nice; white rice and grilled meat...slices of ham. I'd be mad too, you thought.
Do you know where she went?" you ask as politely as you can to the valley-girl-like girl. "s-she went that way that's all I know..." she explained. "oh im sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Ling Xiaoyu!" she basically squeaked in joy.
"And you're already know my name, so no need for an introduction now is there?" you say arms crossed.
She basically glowing red at this point. Any more and she'd steam out.
"Oh uhh I..." she stuttered not knowing what to say.
"I have to go!" she sprinted around you with her head down and her hands crossed around her chest.
"Hey, wai-" you try to grab her as she goes around you but she...reels, like a spinning top, gracefully out of your reach, perfectly avoiding your grasp which was a skill that not many people had or was capable of doing against you. Once she's out of your range she sprinted away.
"Oh, By the way, we go to Mishima high" the girl yelled. And she was off.
'So fast', you thought to yourself. And after you look in all directions as if to find the mystery girl standing around anywhere, you walk casually to your best friend/rivals house with your hands behind your head. You sigh. Then you pause. You stand still in the hot sunny afternoon. A car passes as you sprint in the opposite direction where Ling said the other girl went off to.
After getting a significant distance in that one direction you stop, panting... you look around but no one of your interest. What were you expecting, you thought she would just go in that one direction forever. Thats when you finally decide to actually walk to your friends dojo for some sparing... that's when you heard another woman's voice.
"She goes to Mishima High" the woman yells out loud casually to the air as if not speaking to anyone in general. You look to the other side of the empty streets to see a woman on the traffic light pole near the cross walk.
"Who!?" You respond.
No response.
The woman had black hair in bob cut and large black glasses to conceal her face. Her lips were pink and small and her skin white and flawless. She wore an overcoat that concealed her whole upper body and some of the lower, only revealing her calfs. She slipped around the pole casually and split the corner making you loose sight of her. Without looking both ways, you sprint across the empty street and swing around the pole to try and stop the woman from leaving. You halt yourself with the help of the pole. You look dumbfounded as you look at an empty sidewalk completely barren of the mysterious woman. You stare for a little while longer until you finally decide to actually, actually go to your friends dojo for the day and spend a usual spar and talk and have awkward moments day.
You walk with the same slouched stride, flipping your side bang out of your face now and again. You couldn't get your mind off this woman. Off these women now. Snapping out of your train of thought, you finally reach the dojo your friend works But... he's not home. His master/foster father, Beak told you he went out with a friend... oh. Him again.
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