Chapter Three
I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
I'm irritated and quite hated
Self-control breaks down-KoRn
Habibah
She had no idea how she ended up in this room. It wasn't like her cell, with the bunk bed. She had her own bed, which was a lot more comfortable. And she had her own television, and her own bathroom and closet; it was like a hotel room.
She still felt a little paranoid about the floating red figure she had encountered, but there were no windows, so she assumed she was underground. She was still in her ripped prison uniform, and lying next to her on the bed, was a white dress with long sleeves and an orange hoody.
She decided to take a quick shower first before putting on the dress. The bathroom was small but average enough. There was a control panel next to the shower, and she set the water's properties on hot. The shower began itself, already creating thick steam.
She took off her clothes and stepped into the water, moaning from the hot liquid that sprayed all over her body. It'd been a while since she had a shower this nice. The sadist only allowed her to take cold showers, but whenever he was gone she'd break the rules.
The steamy water was more than just cleansing her skin. She felt as if her soul was being washed of its corruptness. She stayed in the steam's embrace until she felt her spirit was purified enough (and she was delusional believing it could be). She grabbed a soft cotton towel off the rack next to the sink and wrapped it around her frame before leaving the bathroom.
On her bed, was a man-wearing a white dress shirt with a blue tie and grey pants-with dark grey hair combed backwards, stopping at the end of his neck. He wore glasses and his eyes were closed. His long narrow face was smothered in her pillow, as he held a purple bunny close to his chest.
He was asleep. Habibah wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to disturb his sleep, but she was also majorly crept out that some random guy was on her bed. She grabbed the dress on the bed and ran back into the bathroom.
She hoped he'd go away, as she put on the dress. But, when coming out of the bathroom, he was still there. She went up to her bed, and carefully placed her hands on the man's arm, which was skinny but had a muscular streak to it, and shook him gently. The man's eyes opened suddenly revealing a dark sea marsh blue but instantly squinted, hiding the color.
"Oh! You're finally done showering, and you smell lovely, spice and cinnamon is my favorite," he said in an oddly mysterious voice, as if it had more tones and voices than just this one. But it was kind and friendly enough to make Habibah relax. The man handed her the bunny and she gave him a marveled look.
"Yes it's for you" he said, she took it in her arms and smiled gleefully.
"Someone told me you'd like it, just a little welcome gift. But that's not what I'm here for" Habibah gave him a question look. He chuckled lightly, and it was so carefree that she slightly blushed.
"I have to explain the Carnival Corpse to you"
Tsunenaga Tamaki
He didn't think innocence would be so attractive. But it's not that she was innocent, she was just plain clueless. KuroKami had explained to him that her naïve side was not afraid of seeing destruction but scared of causing it with her own hands. She also didn't like feeling pain.
That is why KuroKami was born. So showing her the Carnival Corpse won't affect her in the slightest. But knowing that she'd be the one in the cage, having the option of ending someone's life, is what would haunt her.
But, again, that was what KuroKami was for; she would simply appear and deal with the nuisances that taunted her other self. She would be her savior and in return was rewarded with the suffering of others. Tamaki knew the Carnival Corpse was not meant for Habibah directly but for the parasite within her, and he did not mind that. They were the same person anyway. And he did take a liking to that parasite.
"You are a deadman, whom are people that can manipulate their blood in any shape or form" Tamaki grabbed the remote lying lazily on the side of him and turned on the television, turning to channel unfamiliar to Habibah. There were two people in a cage, wearing neck collars just like hers.
"To control your blood you'll need to bleed" with that said, the two people sliced at their skin making them bleed. And Habibah's eyes widened as she watched their blood literally take on form from their bodies. Tamaki chuckled again and ran his hand through her hair, tangling his fingers in its thickness.
"All you have to do is win, but I'd prefer you put on a good show for the audience" and the two people began to fight…brutally, mercilessly, they were utterly tearing each other apart, limb from limb, organ to organ. He stared at her, watching as her expression shifted from slight shock to an almost boring look.
"You'll have to fight, ya know" he said his eyes focusing on her. She glanced at him, and then to the bunny in her arms. She looked sad…what? He thought. What the hell is she sad about? He quite stroking her hair and grabbed her arm-he wanted to see fear.
He wanted to see this clueless and innocent façade display pure terror. But he did not know that Habibah was very close acquaintance with fear, she had to be when she lived with the sadist.
She stared at him in annoyance when he grabbed her; just like her other self stared so superior. He smirked, so there was something to like about this part of her. Both parts of her were passionately intriguing. He let go of her,
"I'm the promoter of Deadman Wonderland, just incase your wondering" she nodded her head in understanding. His glare intensified. If anything he didn't like about this part of her, is that he couldn't tell what she was thinking. It's more than she was a mute.
She didn't give him any kind of expression that would allow him to read her, and her crimson eyes were too deep to read. He usually could read anyone like an open book, but she was a complete mystery. It was as if he were staring at volt, and didn't know the password.
"You know sign language, don't you? I can understand it" Tamaki said, he had to know what she was thinking. Habibah nodded, she did know. She put the bunny down on the bed. And moved her hands in a series of forms and motions.
"What? I'm weird?" Tamaki said and she giggled. Well he'd gotten that plenty of times from others, nothing he should be troubled over. He reached out his hand to stroke her hair again, but she leaned away from him, and he read her hands. She didn't want him to do that.
"But I want to" he said like a child demanding candy. Habibah pouted. What was he still here for again? He stood from the bed and stretched out his arms.
"Well it was a delight being with you my dear, but I am a busy man" He headed for the door but before walking out and being on his merry way he turned to her with a smirk and said,
"Don't disappoint me at the Carnival corpse, KuroKami"
Senji Kiyomasa
It was Carnival Corpse time and Senji Kiyomasa was pumped up. He could feel it in his rippling muscles his opponent was strong. All of the bad feelings that he was fighting a woman shattered; he focused on the joy of the fight.
He entered the bird-like cage; he could see from the hundreds of cards in the air that everyone was excited about this newcomer, and that only made him even hungrier to brawl. On the other side of the cage he saw his opponent-and his jaw dropped.
She was the embodiment of bunnies and teddy bears. She looked, maybe, eighteen. And she wore a white dress that stopped at her shins with long sleeves and an orange hoody. But her expression was so shy that it made his muscles flex with anger.
His bad feelings of fighting women-no, only a bad feeling of having to fight this little girl fed his annoyance. The announcer said whatever he says, Senji never paid him any mind, but he did zoom in to the name 'Mute Swan' as the woman's stage name.
When the announcer said start, he sliced his bare arms with the sharp razor rings on his thumbs. Instantly his blood formed into blades on his arms. He waited for the other girl to bring out her branch of sin. But she looked like she was having trouble trying to think of a way to bleed.
Senji smirked; he could help with that. He charged after her and when she saw him she-like the instinct of a bunny-ran.
"Oh, so we're playing tag already!" he playfully laughed. He admitted it was kind of cute chasing her. She was pretty fast, but he could tell she was not fit enough to keep it up. He watched her bite her thumb, sinking her teeth deeply into her skin and finally drawing blood.
Just as that happened he watched her stumble and fall on the ground. He stopped running. Did she trip? He thought. But she stood, and turned to him, staring at him with dark crimson eyes.
"Sorry for the wait, I will be your opponent" He lifted a dark brow, wasn't he already fighting her? But she did seem different, like a switch flipped on. That fluffy aura was replaced with a heavy bloodthirsty aroma. And he smiled in delight. She summoned a pint of blood from her bleeding thumb and morphed it into a scythe-like weapon that looked like what the grim reaper would wield when taking souls. What was even odder to Senji, was when the girl began to sing.
"I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
I'm irritated and quite hated
Self-control breaks down- the girl began to twirl the scythe in her hand and when it was spinning nearly uncontrollably she threw it. Senji head was almost decapitated as he dodged the weapon, he didn't expect it to fly at him so fast.
But that only made him smile maniacally, so the girl was strong! The girl had attached a little of her blood to the end of the scythe, so that she could pull it back to herself and throw it again. He swiftly dodged her attacks while charging at her, trying to get in a proximity that his Crow Claws could reach. All the while listening to the girl sing,
"I'm feeling cold today
Not hurt just fucked away
I'm devastated and frustrated
God I feel so bound
So why'd I feel the need
I think it's time to bleed
I'm gonna cut myself
And watch the blood hit the ground" she drew the scythe back to her holding it tightly in her arms, and did something unexpected and charged at Senji. She swiftly slashed at him and he had to shield with both of his blades to not get sliced in half. With a thunderous voice she screamed,
"Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up or I'll fuck you up!" she withdrew her scythe but just as quickly attacked again. He was getting too excited; he hadn't faced some one this strong since the mockingbird! He jumped back and thinned his blood creating holes in his blades, to make them longer. She was going to throw her scythe again, but her eyes widened and she began to smile askew.
"I just remembered a song I liked!" she said and with an inhaled breath screeched. It wasn't the sound of any animal Senji knew, it was of it's own and completely beast-like.
"Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel" She was singing again? How could she sing and fight at the same time, honestly it was getting on Senji's nerves.
"Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes violently it changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon
In me!" with a powerful thrust of her arm she threw her scythe grazing his legs that would've been detached if it weren't for his quick reflexes. He loved the thrill of this fight, but if he didn't end it the girl might cut off his head if not his limbs first.
But he found it odd that the girl didn't seem like she was trying to kill him. For the most part she had sliced at his body, causing some areas to bleed excessively. And he knew she was enjoying it. So she wants me to suffer, he thought.
And it made him smile attractively. Well I have a little sadistic streak in me as well. He lunged forward, one blade pierced into her arm-making her growl in disdain-and he used his other blade to deliver a final blow. But, in his surprise, she let the other blade pierce through her stomach, and then with a last effort threw her scythe that dug straight through his own stomach. The impact was so great that he vomited blood before passing out on the floor.
KuroKami
She watched the man fall onto the floor, and his blood retreated from her arm and stomach. She was use to pain, so the wounds felt only itchy. She could hear the roars of the disembodied crowds cheering and screaming at her to kill the man.
As much as she would like to, she thought of the fight as quite interesting and would leave him alive as a reward for pleasuring her. He was admittedly strong, and KuroKami absolutely admired the strong.
A couple of people carrying a stretcher ran out into the stage to retrieve the man, and a few guards directed her toward the exit. She smiled revealing the whites of her teeth. The Carnival Corpse was more fun than she thought it'd be. She made a mental note to thank that weasel- looking promoter.
A/N: So, ya want to know who the monster is in my summary...Well, it'd be a dead give away of the plot if I told ya that! But, in the end, it'll be quite a shocker who the monster is. Trust your detective instincts, it won't be who you think it'll be.