Wow. Usually you'd expect an authoress to write (or finish, in this case) something happy on her birthday...
The Oneshot ahead (oneshot because i say so!):
Summary: Ummm... It's a surprise...
Rating: T
Genre(s): Tragedy, Angst, Fantasy, Horror (Three of these are totally new to me)
Warnings: Violence, Two character deaths and one implied one... yeah... Deathfic and Darkfic
This was a plot bunny I got. I usually dont read or write these kind of things... I like happy endings and happy stories with a lot of humor. I have no idea where this came from. I think it was when I heard about Edgar Allen Poe in Eng. class one day and i wanted to try something dark like his stories. Also, I am influenced by Brother's Grimm.
Enjoy...
The Impossible is Usually Against
Ryou sat next to the bed. He watched his friend Malik sleep peacefully as one can when they have a raging fever and an illness that can kill.
The whitenette dabbed the Egyptian's sweating head with a cool, damp rag. Hopefully, it would help him heal, help him live.
The doctor had said that the disease that the blond had was fatal… he actually only had a week to live… That was a week ago… it was a week from then.
"Ry, if I do die, I'm glad I was able to do all I needed in my life and that I had a friend like you."
Ryou remembered the words that his best friend, Malik, had said when he heard the news. When the blond had said that, Ryou had made it clear that he wasn't going to die and he was going to be perfectly fine.
The young Brit had lost a lot in his life. His mother, his Yami (which he was slightly glad for, but slightly sad that he even lost his abusive renter… he felt pathetic), and his baby sister. Losing just these three people had brought his life down to near suicidal (his Yami's disappearance helped cause that because of the empty space in his head, he assumed). He wasn't losing anybody else!
Ryou came out of his thoughts almost violently. He realized something was amiss. Malik… check. Himself… check. Room with very few wall and room décor… check. Everything was as it was a second ago. Except…
Malik had stopped breathing.
Ryou's eyes shot wide. He put his hands on the bed next to Malik and leaned over him, fearfully. "Malik? Malik! Wake up! C'mon don't joke like this!"
From behind him, a soft and small moan sounded. Ryou spun around and looked out the window. There was a woman standing there. She looked extremely old. Pale, wrinkly, grey skin; boney limbs, hands, and fingers; her eyes were sunk in and black. Her hair was stringy, hanging down like ropes, and fair. Her mouth was a bit larger than a normal woman's. Black, sharpened teeth rested like stalagmites and stalactites inside the cave that was her mouth. She wore a long, tattered, white and grey dress that disappeared into a mist around her feet.
The woman wailed softly again.
But, Ryou knew this not to be a human female. But a banshee. He had seen this particular banshee once before.
Why was she here? To mock him? To prove that he was destined to be alone for his entire life?
This creature wailed for a third time. This told Ryou something. Something he just couldn't deny. He looked back at his friend. He collapsed on the bed. His face buried into Malik's chest. He sobbed.
It was true. Malik…
"Amane! Mamma said to stay near the house!" Ryou called to his little sister. He was seven at the time, and she was four. Little Amane, always was the curious one, had ventured farther into the forest behind their parents house. Ryou, being a protective, paranoid, and cautious big brother had decided to follow her to bring her back.
Pushing past tree limb after tree limb, climbing over rock after rock, Ryou finally caught up to hear his little sister's joyous laughter. Knowing she was laughing made him feel more secure. She was close and not hurt at the moment.
But that didn't last long. The giggling abruptly stopped. Ryou got the feeling that he and Amane weren't alone.
When he caught up, finally, to the white haired girl, Ryou stood next to her. He noticed that Amane wasn't happy-giggly. Her eyes were widened in fear. She stood stiff as a wall. She was staring at a few ground shrubs.
"Ryou, there's something there." Amane whispered; her voice shook with fear.
Ryou thought that too. He couldn't see or hear anything there… but he felt it. A dark aura radiated from the bushes. One that he and Amane could live without.
The two stood there and watched the spot for sometime. Even though he could still feel the sensation, Ryou thought that nothing was there and it was time to go home.
That is, until he saw an upside-down, smile shaped, gleaming crescent grin through the darkness of the undergrowth. But, not a crescent. An actual grin. A grin filled with rows upon rows upon rows of razor sharp, bloodstained teeth.
Amane whimpered.
Ryou's eyes darted over to his younger sister and back at the grin. "Amane," he said softly and slowly, "don't make and sudden movements and don't make any loud noises."
Amane didn't respond. Her breathing began to grow more rapid and shallow. Her eyes dilated in size once more. The young child grew pale as an undead spirit. She looked as though she were about to throw up.
The grin started to move forward until you could see a great, round, black head that had neither eyes nor nose. All that was on the leathery, black face was the sneering mouth. The beasts jaw opened enough to where you could see the gaping, black hole. The white and red teeth shone even more against such a dark tunnel.
Amane gasped. Ryou glanced back over to his sister. She looked like she was about to-
"Amane. Don't move."
-run.
"Amane. Amane!" Ryou called after his sister. Amane was running away from the evil thing. Although, that wasn't the best thing to do.
Seeing its prey fleeing, the monstrosity darted out of the greenery and chased after the small girl by dashing from tree to tree.
Ryou, not knowing what else to do, pursued the two hoping to catch his little sister before it could.
By the time Ryou caught up with the two, Amane was on the ground. She had tripped over a root. The creature, what Ryou would soon learn to be a Boggart, pounced.
"AMANE‼‼" Ryou screamed.
Being a small, seven year old, that was all he could do and watch as the thing grabbed her by the ankles with its teeth and shook her like a dog. He heard her screams of pain and terror as it ripped and tore the skin. She began to gush blood as her legs up to the knees were torn clean off. With long, clawed hands, the monster gripped her hair and dragged her across the ground.
Ryou couldn't take his tear filled eyes away. His breathing became shallow, hard, and quick. "AMANE‼‼‼" he screamed over and over again.
At that moment, he heard screaming that wasn't his or Amane's. He looked over to see an old woman. But, she wasn't an old woman. She was the Banshee. The Banshee stopped screaming and looked at him for a second. Their eyes met for what seemed not just like an eternity but only a second also. The Banshee broke the gaze and began screaming again.
Ryou turned his head back to his sister. The creature had proceeded to tear open her belly and chest to feed on her inners. Seeing more of his baby sister's blood, he turned his eyes back to the Banshee. He began to get the feeling that it was its fault. If the old hag would stop its shrieking, Amane would live. He hated that thing, that screech.
Ryou ran over to the pale being and grabbed its boney wrist. "Stop it! Stop it!" he screamed at it.
The being stopped for a second and a second only. She looked down at the young boy and grabbed his wrist. She pulled him up off the ground to where they were looking eye to eye. She opened her mouth large and wide and shrieked so shrilly that Ryou thought his ears would explode.
And not in a minute, it was all over. He fell to the ground with a thump. Ryou looked around and saw that the Banshee and the Boggart were gone. But his sister's body, covered in blood and ripped open down the middle, was still there. Amane was lifeless. Ryou fell to the ground next to her body and wept. Until, he heard his mother's terrified scream coming from the house.
…was dead.