A/N: I really didn't expect for the story to go off in this direction… But you know what happens at 3 in the morning! I hope this chapter really gets you to feel at least a little scared. If it does, at least a little bit, then that means I have done my job. I really don't know what to say. I am stunned that my story took this turn. Woah. Anyways. This is my longest chapter so far! Yay! I am so excited for everyone to read this chapter!
Disclaimer: I own everything but Kakuzu in this story *Cries* (Well maybe not my friends. They actually help me with their own character in the story, so they should get some credit.) *Claps* If I did so happen to own Naruto and the associated characters, I am sure there would be some people that I would like to beat some sense into. And others that I would give more screen time and avoid their deaths. I understand why Masashi Kishimoto did it, I just kind of wish he hadn't. (Mumbling about writers who kill off the good characters way too quickly)
This is where things start to get interesting!
Something hard barreled into my stomach and I doubled over, coughing. Something hallow metal clatters to the grass and leaf covered ground. A chorus of crickets muffle the sound of something aproning.
"W-whhat… the hell..." I choked out as I grasped my aching stomach.
I saw something coming at me fast and I move to the side, trying not to sway, as I attempt to throw off my attacker. It doesn't work. The trees up on this hill block out the moon, my only source of light, so it casts the world below into shadows. But that doesn't stop my attacker at all, they see me step to the side and shift their weight to follow.
Something connects to the side of my face and I go down. I taste blood in my mouth. I kick, and only hit air. My world spins.
I cry out into the darkness as weight lands on my back, crushing me into the ground. Some type of material is shoved into my mouth. Tears fly down my face and my hands claw at the grass desperately.
What the hell is going on?! Milyssa. Ian. Kakuzu. Please, please come save me.
I feel something small and cold up against the back of my neck.
"Dis blade is very sharp, Ma. I wooodn' be movin' if I was you."
I choke out a sob and realize that it was a person. A person who was going to kill me.
The blade doesn't move from my spine.
What do I do…? What do I do?! What did I learn all those years in karate?! What would sensei do?!
Then something grabs my wrist and I instinctively jerk and try to roll over but the weight and the blade stop me from doing so.
"Nahh ahh ahh liddo ladiieee, yer not to be goin' nowhere."
The blade pushed into my neck and I felt a slight pain. I squeezed my eyes shut.
This isn't happening. This isn't real. This is just a dream. Now, WAKE UP!
I open my eyes and I'm greeted my darkness still, the weight slightly shifting on my back.
"If ya just lie still, tiein' yer hands won't be sa' hard."
I go limp. Then a miracle happens. I feel the weight lift off of me. Hope soars through my chest and I start to push up off the ground. Only to be slammed down by a fiercely strong force on the back of my head. I felt like a bird that was soaring free through the air only to fly blindly into a net, a net that was tempting to break my wings and spirit.
I will NOT go down so easily.
I force my whole body to go limp and I concentrate on slowing my heart beat. My head spinning, making my world shift and bend.
"The calmest person wins." Sensei's voice echoes in my head. I close my eyes and focus on him lifting up my wrists and putting them behind my back. The blade somewhere else while he uses both hands to restrict my movements. I feel the roughness of some kind of rope being bound around my tiny wrists, and right as he lets go of me to tie the knot I throw all my energy into the roll. I kick out on the ground to bring power to my movements.
The man falls over and rolls down the hill a bit of ways.
He's in the way of my escape! My only choice is to go the other way!
I turn around and flee just as I see his shape rise from the grass. A wooden house loomed up in front of me.
Find a weapon. Find something to fight. My muscles felt weak after the extensive exercise I put them through.
He's going to catch up! Find a weapon!
There!
An old thin piece of pipe line lay up against the house, a beam of moonlight hitting the metal and bringing my attention to it.
The man catches up to me and grabbed a fistful of my hair bringing me to a very painful halt. "Gahhh!" I scream as he grabs me. I throw my elbows back as hard as I can.
"AHHHH!" My shriek bounces off the house. A searing pain shoots through my left elbow. I quickly grab it and feel the wetness. The man lets me go and I turn around to face him, still holding my injured arm. Blood seeps through my fingers at an alarming rate.
He clicks his tongue and takes a step toward me and I take two backward.
"That's a purty litto cut you got there. Not clever to run yourself into a blade." He smiles, his broken blacked teeth drawing my attention. His distorted face twisted up in a demonic smile.
Kakuzu... Milyssa… please…. Please... Find me…
I take one more step back, the side of the house just in the corner of my view.
"Yer so tired. Why don't ya come on in and lie down. Got a purty comfy bed in thur for ya." I immediately try to calm my overworking lungs, telling myself that everything is going to be okay.
Calmest person wins. I repeat in my head.
"W-why... are you doing this?" my voice wavered and fresh tears fell. Keep him distracted.
"I wasn't gonna be in dis business anymore. But you just showed up on my doorstep right out of the blue. Maybe I'll get in da business again. After I dispose of ya, that is." He smiled that disgusting rotten smile again. Fear threatened to take hold of me.
No. Be strong. You can do this. And then you will be safely back in Kakuzu's arms. Where noting can hurt you….
I fantasized about being back with Kakuzu and safe, for a moment too long, the filthy man had taken another step forward and was coming closer still. I let go of my injured arm and reached back to grasp my arms around the metal pipe. I don't hesitate as I swing it forward toward the monster. The end drags against the side of the house, but I power it through toward this lunatic. He moves his hands to protect himself but he was too slow. The rusty metal connects with the side of his head resulting in a sickening sound.
Just imagine it was a zombie and not a person you just killed. I start to hyperventilate as I look at his crumpled body on the ground. I try to hold onto my only weapon but the pipe grew slippery from the blood and I dropped it.
DON'T LOSE THIS OPPORTUNITY! RUN!
I bunch my muscles up and prepare to bolt but the man wrapped a big hand around my ankle and I fell into the dirt. I kicked at him with my other foot and started screaming and thrashing. His grip was on my boot and with his pulling and my flailing, the boot came off.
I quickly picked myself up off the ground and ran in the direction of the neighborhood. Branches and thorns reached out to snag at my clothes and pull on my hair. I bring my hand to my wound again and apply as much pressure as I could while running for my life.
It's still bleeding…
Was my last thought before something cracked against the back of my skull and I sunk to the pine needle strewn ground.
I blinked open my eyes and squeezed them shut again. A bright light was shining right on me.
Whaa… What's happening…?
I try to move but my arms won't listen. My eyes snap open. My head throbbed intensively.
Holy hell! Why am I in so much pain! WHAT happened!
My head spins as I try to remember and the room shift and I feel like I'm falling.
I close my eyes again and I lose consciousness.
"Wake up my beautiful heart O' minee" I hear an ugly sing song voice next to my ear.
I crack my eyes open.
Why am I looking at my lap…?
I close my eyes and try to lift my head up. Pain shoots down my spine and tears spring up in my eyes. Owww… the voice!
I whip my head up and ignore the agony that threatened to pull me back to unconsciousness. I look over my shoulder and I jump violently, my captors face inches from my own.
He smiles again and from this proximity I can smell the decay coming off his face in waves. Vomit rises in my throat and I can't stop it, he quickly side steps as I empty the contents of my stomach on the floor where he was standing moments ago. Vomit gets on my hair and I try to move my hands to push the reeking strands behind me but they wouldn't budge.
Am I… tied up…?
Fiery pain laces all the way through my left arm, and I lean my head over to look at it. A thick layer of silver duct tape was wound from the middle of my bicep to the middle of my forearm. Each hand tapped to a back leg of the chair. My ankles in the same position with the front of the chair.
What…?
Saliva drips from my face as I try to lift my head up groggily. Even though his face is far from mine, his stench burned my nostrils and stung my eyes. The man disappears from sight. I look around the room and try to focus my vision, I fight through the blurriness and notice the wood floors and walls. Cobwebs and dust take up residence on every surface of the room. Dirt and debris and broken things lay scattered on the floor. Shredded curtains barely hid the yellowing windows. The light was one of those you would see at a construction job sight that needs to work in the dark.
Why are the windows so tall..? I halfheartedly wonder.
I continue to look around the room, one side of the wall had given way and a mountain of dirt had fallen through the opening, coating the surrounding floor. My head throbs painfully in my skull and I squint my eyes.
Is this a basement?
Patterns on the wall finally attract my attention, my head clearing enough to finally notice them. Circles and strange symbols were carefully drawn in dripping blackening liquid.
What… what is that….?
I blink my eyes and try to focus my brain unable to come up with a conclusion of what they mean.
Where is the man…?
My head lolled as I tried to look behind me. The light blocking all of my view on the left. And on the right I see something like a table. No it was a gurney. A gurney with a lumpy blue drape covering the top, a weirdly colored appendage stuck out from the side. Is that an arm…?
My eyes widen and I throw up a second time. No. this isn't real. This is some crazy crime scene show nightmare.
An earsplitting screech fills the air and I flinch away from the sound. The horrible man was dragging a rusty metal frame of a chair over to me. I squeeze my eyes shut as the man dragged his chair closer to me.
I let out a squeak of terror and I sobbed.
NO! STOP that! When you get out of here you are going to need a description. And don't think for one second that you won't make it out of here alive. You will not die. You still have some fight in you yet and your loved ones are searching for you this very second. YOU will make it. Now just take in every detail. Play his game.
I cracked open my eyes. The man was sitting before me, leaning forward in his chair. He held a clip board in his big dirty hands and looked at me, excitement shining in his dirty grey eyes as he watched me struggle in the chair. One eye drooped like an old injury or a birth defect. He looked like he was in his thirties, but it was hard to tell since a thick mask of dirt filled every line on his skin. But what I could tell, his skin was a yellowish color, his race undefinable to me. He had a short mop of light brown hair that was matted and clumped in places with what I hopped was mud. On his hip was an almost foot long, light brown, knife holster. Sticking out of the top was a thick black, rubber handle.
I shifted in my seat. I didn't even notice that before! That isn't the one he cut me with, that one was a small switchblade.
He pulled a black pen out of the pocket of his dirty white, sweat stained t-shirt. Opened the cap with his teeth and spit it out on the floor.
"Let's start wit cha name." his horrible scratchy voice drawled.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Nice name ya got thar." He smirks as she scribbles down on paper attached to the clip board. The spot where I had hit him with the pipe was bleeding, causing a trail of blood to run down his face.
"Got any allergies."
Play his game. Ask questions.
"Neosporin. What's your name?"
"Ahhh, that's an oddie one! And mah name is Albert, but you can just call me good ole' Al!" He says excitedly as he scribbles more down on his paper.
"I…" I can't do this…. Kakuzu… Milyssa…. Someone… please… I look over at the body that was hidden under the blue tarp and I start to panic and cry. I can't hold it back. I'm not cut out for this.
"That woman's name was Jesenia," he follows my eyes. "Funny name fo such a weird lookin gal. But she had beautiful kidneys and lungs. Fine, fine ones." He whistles. As he gets up and walks over to the gurney. His large, cracked hands glide over the tarp almost delicately. Then he rips it off and I scream and close my eyes before I could see what was under the tarp.
"Mrs. Heart don't want ta see ya Jesenia. I know, she's a rude one." I open my eyes warily, scared of what this man was going to do while I have them closed. I gag and dry heave as I see the state the woman was in, but I couldn't look away. I couldn't look away from the woman who had died in this room. Who had meet a fate I was so close to meeting myself.
Her cracked and leaking skin was hues of blues and greens. Shadows lay across her face but I could still make out that her eyes sinking into her skull due to rigor mortis. Her mouth was parted and a trail of dark liquid seeped from the corners. I couldn't see what her facial expression was, but I am almost positive she died suffering. But that wasn't even close to the scariest part. She lay naked, three out of four of her appendages were tied down with old rope the one greenish arm hanging limply over the side of the frame. Flies danced around the huge X shaped gash that started from her collar bones and ended under her navel.
"I like em X's. Pirates mark buried treasure with a big ole X. So I guess you can just call me Capn' Al." His laugh was nastily and rough.
This guy is a fucking lunatic. I will not be another victim…. I can't…. I… I have a life planned… "So did Jesenia." The dark side of my brain whispers to me.
I vigorously shake my head and look straight ahead and try to ignore as a healthy black fly lands on my knee.
"What am I here for?" I direct to the man as he saunters over to his chair and picks up his clipboard.
"We'll purty, you is going to be my heart. Some people would pay a pretty penny for a goodin' like yers." He points his pen to my chest. A tear falls down my face.
"Last question. I here promise. What blood type do ya got?"
Last question?! I need to stall him. Babble. Just talk and prolong your life until you can make a break for it. My mind panics.
"I think I was B, but then again I am not sure. I could be O. which one is the rare one? It would be cool if I had rare blood. Would that mean my heart would only work for certain blood types? I guess that would be so, huh, ain't that a bummer. If I have the rare type of blood, does that mean you won't get a buyer? Or would the prices go up for my organ-"
The man abruptly stands up and pulls the huge hunters knife out of its sheath. And a wicked smile possesses his lips. "More worthy customers are here to offer 'em selves up to me."
I whip my head around, looking for the person he's talking about. Straining my ears to hear anything but the flies buzzing around. Then I hear something! Something distant, sounding like whispers and footsteps.
Please, please let this be happening. Please let this be someone coming to save me.