Chapter Seven

The Restrained

The blood had never stopped flowing, and the pain was growing at intense speeds. How long has this been going on? How many tears had he shed over this time period? Why was this feeling so overwhelming? What was going on with his body? Questions were making their stay in his brain, making this ordeal harder to overcome. One way to fight off these evil voices, was to think of the opposite of what they wanted. Happy thoughts, but what was a happy one? He was empty headed when it came to happiness, love, and even life. Everything was opposite, and dark. Death, killing, hate, but why?

"This isn't the person I am, and this isn't the person I wish to be." Eyria tried thinking, but his mind rejected it. Instead, he begun thinking other things.

"Wake up! Load your ammo, and fire! Win this game! Everything will be a bliss! Don't be late! You can win this level easy! Get your territory! Arm your weapon! Finish those other fools off!" After evil thoughts made rest into his mind, a scream surpassed his lips, and the intentions made their exit with his cries.

Nothing was right in this void. His thoughts were out of place, and his heart wasn't reacting right. When an evil thought came to mind, he accepted it into his usual system, but on the other hand, good and happy ones, were excluded and erased. Was this the process that he, Tokage, had pursued, before commiting his crimes? If so, then, will he be the next one, to participate, in this game!

"He's not moving. I think we might of lost him." Jizabel said calmly, removing his fingers from Eyria's wrist. It's been two hours since his bullet wound was made, and his little frame hadn't moved. His chest stopped heaving when the first half hour past. CPR had been performed, but there was nothing out of it.

"So, I guess that's that. At least we tried." Riff said, still feeling small amount of grief. Jizabel was the most hurt. Not only did he not safe a life, but it was a friend's he had released. He's known the small child since the foster home, and now, at such a young age, he was murdered.

"Might be for the best." Jizabel thought, "Now, he can't play the game." What? No! The madness? Did it just make me think that? Freaking out just a tad, but quickly regaining his cool, Jizabel rose to his feet, lifting Eyria's corpse off the ground.

"So, shall we permit to the usual?" Cain asked, reading Jizabel's face expersion. He didn't want to say it, but it might be best, but which was the right ceremonial burial? Crememation, or a classic casket burial?

"Why can I not hear them anymore?" Eyria's brain was returning to a somewhat normal status. He couldn't hear anymore voices, but he couldn't feel his heart beating either. Was something wrong? Was he dead! No, that wasn't right either. He could see everything. He saw Jizabel carrying him, with a frown glued to his face. But why? Did something happen when I went out? Eyria tried to open his mouth, but no sound was ejected. Infact, he couldn't even feel his lips. However, he could feel the rest of his body. Strange?

"What's happening? Jizabel answer me! I am alive, aren't I?" Eyria thought, trying to see if he had telepathic ability. Apparently not.

"It's a shame, that you couldn't see what was left of the world." Jizabel's voice was drifting through Eyria's ear, but why did it sound so far away? Taking another quick look around, just by moving his eyeballs, he figured it out quickly. His body was resting on dry grass, not the forest, or a plain? Did Jizabel gather this on his own? And if he did, why?

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this. For your own good, Ian Hasumi." Jizabel spoke of his real name!

"Jizabel! What's going on!" Eyria tried shouting, but the demand only occured into his mind, and not to anyone else. He rolled his eyeballs back to Jizabel, and his thoughts went staright towards tradgey. Jizabel had a torch in his hand...

"It's for your own good, and I'm sorry." Jizabel whispered, his heart aching in intense pain. It was one thing losing your friend's life, but it was another to burn his body. Jizabel believed in reincarnation, but the only way it can occur, is that the spirit doesn't linger around it's corpse. He was sure to make Cain and Riff not present at this event.

"I'll let you know, I don't want to do this, but maybe I'll see you in another life." Jizabel's voice was getting quieter, as he spoke his calm words. He turned his back, and flicked the burning stake into the dry grass, which volunteered to be the inferno's fuel. As the crackles dwelled inside his ear drums, Jizabel fell on his knees, clasped his hands together and prayed.

"I don't know why I can't cry, but please, know I never wanted to do this!" Jizabel was screaming loudly, to release his grief from his body. His feelings were raging with sadness, but not as much as he expected. It was smaller. Instead, hate was filling up, and pharses were entering his mind.

"You want to stop this from happening again, Jizabel? I can help you. Kill the man you seek revenge on! Tokage! Kill him, the same way he killed your beloved pathetic friend!" The voices returned, but Jizabel didn't quiet them. Instead, he chuckled evilly, and rose to his feet.

"I won't kill just that bastard of a player, but the other two as well! I'll win this game easy!"

"Why? I need to move my body! Jizabel I am not dead!" Eyria was trying to scream, but his body wasn't reacting. He was engulfed in these fury flames, burning to death. He was like a vegetable, a body unable to move. There was nothing he could do, but let the heat take him in, and destroy the remains of his body.

"This is my end. I guess I lose the game." Eyria thought inside his quiet mind, but a different sound countered him.

"DON'T THINK THAT YOU SISSY! Rise up! And fight!" After the words followed through his brain, his feet kicked in, and he manuvered his body out of the flames.

"This can't be? I supposed to be dead!" Eyria thought, but then again, he was countered.

"You are now my silent puppet! You'll play the game the right way, just for me." Eyria had no control of his body. His hands were managing on their own, ripping the ruffle he had worn on his neck, and tying it around his eyes.

"There is nothing for you to see, that's what this is for." It was speaking, manipulating his every move with it's words.

"You have no control of me!" Eyria thought, but it was no use. He was walking forward, but were to? He was blinded, and muted, a no good player.

"It doesn't matter, with this person in control of me, this game will be harder to play." Eyria thought, his train of thinking turning into malicous intentions. Finally, another player has joined the game, only two left to convince.

Author's Note: Wow, this one...is...shorter!~ Eek! I am terribly sorry! It's really hard! I keep reading new manga, and I want to write fanfics for those too, but they'll have to wait! Why can't I think straight! AUGH!

Well, there might be more coming, just give me a LONG while now. This is getting harder everytime I sit down at this keyboard. I am trying to make this interesting to my brain's intent, so please again and again, bear with me! If you like this story, I am proud of you. Good job, you are a honest fan. (JK, running out of words) I am closing this Author's notes. Until next time!