Melissa. Melissa McCall. Mama McCall.
Those were the names his host had called the woman, the wench that gave birth to that abomination that was the half-breed Alpha. Scott McCall wasn't even born a werewolf; he wasn't a full-blooded one and was just some poor sap that was unfortunate to have been bitten. He had scoffed that the teen had even been able to acquire the title Alpha.
The Nogitsune chuckled to himself.
This was all too, too easy. He watched from the end of the hall with hands folded as the Oni—his Oni now—cleared the way for him on the search for the woman he wanted.
Here, she was called Nurse McCall. And she was to be next. Her blood needed to be spilled; he wanted her pain, her torture, her fear...
A small smirk graced his lips. He smacked his chops, already tasting the delicious sensation of her fear on his lips. He was all too pleased with himself.
The Oni paused to sheath their swords. The hospital hall was clear now, still, and littered with blood and bodies.
The building was unnaturally silent, unnerving even.
And it was all because of him.
Of course him. This was all just another step to his plan, his game.
The Nogitsune swung his arms at his sides like a child pleased, practically skipping down the cluttered hallway. He kicked a body off to the side that was in his way and ran his fingers thru a splatter of blood on the wall and trailed it across the wallpaper. He licked his fingers clean when he met up with the Oni.
"Why thank you," he muttered to the two black samurai standing at attention. "I think I can take it from here." Melissa McCall was just the next floor up.
This slaughter was all just for fun.
The Oni stepped aside as the Nogitsune took the lead down the hallway. He stepped over a woman breathing deep and heavy on the floor. She was barely clinging to life. He then paused and looked back at her from over his shoulder. She lay on her stomach with a hand outstretched and blood dribbling down her face. Her heartbeat was faint, he heard. There was no way she would make it.
The Nogitsune paused. He took a step back, twirled around, raised his foot high and drove his heel into the middle of her reaching hand. The woman screamed. And he gobbled it up. After all, pain and strife were only a few of what he fed on. Her scream was only cut short by one of the Oni, upon the Nogitsune's command, it had drove its dark blade into her spine and she lay limp.
The Nogitsune proceeded his merry way down the hall.
It was a few minutes or so until he stopped, hearing the lock of a door open. It was the only sound besides the flickering fluorescents.
Something was off.
The Nogitsune held a hand up, signaling the Oni not to attack. They had already placed their hands on the hilts but obeyed. He watched in silence as, up ahead, a room door opened slowly.
The Nogitsune squinted his eyes. The lights overhead blinked. He began slowly lowering his hand. Who was this; was it another petty human foolish enough to challenge him? He ran his tongue over his teeth, itching for the challenge.
Then a smile graced his lips. "My, my, what do we have here?" His hand dropped to his side seeing a small boy dragging an IV rack step outside a room.
He looked to the Oni at his sides. This would be too easy, pitifully so. He turned to the child, ready to make the command to slaughter, but he paused.
For some reason, the creature paused.
The small boy stared back at him.
The lights flickered.
The boy didn't look away.
It was almost as if for that split moment, his new body was frozen.
The Nogitsune's brows furrowed. He dared to speak: "What do you want?"
Why was he speaking to this foolish child? He should have had his head already, have his pain..
The boy didn't answer. A tiny fist curled at his side and the other gripped the tall rack tightly.
Who are you?
Words sounded in the creature's thoughts—thoughts that were in no way his own.
The boy's lips had still not moved. But the words were not his, not the Nogitsune's.
Something was wrong, something was off. And it wasn't only the Nogitsune thinking this. From the boy's view and through his eyes, the world was all in colors. The hospital, once a striking grey, was now bathed in a pale red. The walls, the blinking lights, the people still on the floor, their clothes, all a pale reddish-grey color only slightly varying by temperature. When things died, they turned grey.
But the man in front of Kai, this man was something entirely different. This man was entirely black. Nothing had ever been black that Kai's seen. So, black was definitely not good. And when the man spoke, the inside of his mouth was a deep, dark red.
Red meant hurt.
And this feeling of wrong was not something that just some "feeling," like an emotion of happiness or sad or frustration. This was something that Kai had found that he and only he alone was able to do. He was the only one who could feel everything—of people, of the birds, of plants, of the rocks and water—he saw the world in literal colors. And there was a strange word for it that he's heard the druid-veterinarian call "auras."
The lights flickered.
"Get out of the way, child. I am not concerned about you today."
Who are you
What do you want
The words spoke in the Nogitsune's head. They held no tone, no pitch or age, thry were just words in his head.
The boy walked a little closer. They were separated only by the expansiveness of the hallway.
You are all black
Why have you hurt these people
A smile graced Nogitsune's lips once more. Now he knew who he was dealing with, what he was dealing with.
"Spawn of the Bakeneko," he stated. "You are a powerful one to be so young. ...Well, not entirely yet.."
Kai knew what the man wanted to do; he could see what this man's intentions were, what the man planned to do with him.
You cannot frighten me
The Nogitsune's brows shot up. "Do I not?" he asked sarcastically. "Do you know who I am?" He took slow steps toward the tyke.
The words in the Nogitsune's head paused. The boy held on to the metal rack towering over him. The words then finally came back:
You are the monster of the bad moon
"You're the monster he draweded earliers," the voice of a young girl echoed suddenly in the hallway.
The Nogitsune's eyes shot around the hallway until finally turning to see a small girl, about the boy's age, standing some way behind him. With a wave of his hand, the Nogitsune sent the Oni flying to the wall and out of his way. She gave off the same scent as the boy, although slightly altered. He smiled.
I saw you coming months before
"Oh really," the Nogitsune was slightly impressed. Slightly. It was uncommon to find two who were the same, it was even more surprising of how powerful they already were. "And just who might you be," he turned to the girl.
"Hana," she answered in her young, high-pitched voice. She paused. "Are you the monster? You're a monster now, Daddy?"
The Nogitsune pursed his lips. Would it be worth it to toy with these tots?, he wondered.
The girl tilted her head to the side as if contemplating something. "Nooo~" she drew out the vowel in her puckered lips and her bright brown eyes narrowed dangerously. "Kai says you are the monster." The Nogitsune watched her eyes as she put the pieces together in her premature brain. "But Daddy said he would never hurt anybody...so..." She looked up at his red-rimmed eyes and watched as razor teeth came into view in a hideous smile. "...You aren't Daddy."
This man, this stranger—this monster was like looking at the teeth of an angler fish, if they could smile...
The Nogitsune chuckled. "No. You got that right; I'm not your father." His expression became deadpan. "I'm something far worse than you can even imagine. And I'm sorry to mention, but dear old dad is dead." His gaze fell on the girl's babyish face.
Not even a second passed when words yelled in his brain:
You are lying
The girl must have heard it as well, because then her head tilted downward and she glared at him in a way no little child should be able to do.
"That's not true."
The Nogitsune had looked to each child when they spoke. He now turned back to Hana seeing her murderous look.
He is not dead
"Why do you lie?" Hana tilted her head slightly, defiantly. No longer did she look like a small child, but her air took on one much older, threatening, wiser...
The Nogitsune looked back and forth between each twin. He laughed, but it faltered. There was something about the two, that, though one had the tone of a child and the other none at all, there was a sort of authority to their voices that he just couldn't ignore. It was a struggle, almost like a dog struggling against its master against wearing a collar. There was something about these small children that almost made a shiver run down the fox's newly young spine. Almost.
"Why are you even here?" Hana took a few steps toward the demon fox. He watched as she stepped over the arm of a dead man as if it were nothing. "There is no more fear here."
At the same time, the boy spoke in his head:
There will be no more pain here
"What is your business? All places you go, there is bad. ..You are not welcome here."
The Nogitsune shrugged, still a smirk on his features. "Bad is kinda what I do. And no one, especially some low level Seer as yourselves, order me."
The girl stepped towards him and the Nogitsune unconsciously took several steps backward until realizing he was approaching the boy. With a wave if his hand, the Oni appeared in a cloud of black smoke behind Hana.
She doesn't move and stays staring him in the eyes.
To Kai, from his view, he saw his sister—a greenish white light—in-between the man, in the man in all black in front of her, and two dark gray figures behind her—the Oni. He grips the steel rack feeling his knees become weak as something bubbles up his throat. His nostrils flared as he breathed and swallowed the rising blood in his throat.
Hana continues staring at the Nogitsune, watching him slowly walk towards her, rubbing his hands and sharp teeth bared. He comes to stop no more than a foot away from her.
"Now," he spoke, "see here, little girl...this is mine. This is my game. And in this game, there will be no knights, no princes; there will only be a king—one king—ME! No one else, because everyone else will fall and I win, got it?" He grinned venomously, his lisp stretching much further than for a normal human being. "I always win."
"I thought you just called me Seer," Hana asked innocently, eyes wide and innocent-like once more.
"There is no room for false-Seers." He smiled wickedly.
"So, you will not harm anyone who is special?" she pressed.
"Ha! "Special"," he scoffed. "Special..." he paused. "You think that being special guarantees safely?!"
Why was he stalling, he wondered to himself. He was right at this little pest's neck, literally; another bout of suffering he can feed off of...And then he could feed off of her.
She watched that as he spoke, his jaw opened, revealing row after row of elongated, jagged teeth in a smile too wide for his face.
Kai watched, unsure of what to do, worried for his sister, and knew that he couldn't do much—nothing at all from this distance.
Silence passed between the three.
"What are you?." Hana continued staring up at the monster with complete innocence.
The only sounds in the hallway was the rattling of wheels as Kai teetered to stand adjacent his sister.
"Ohh, something you needn't worry for. You're not going to live long enough to understand anyway..." The Nogitaune curled his claw. "Let's just say that I like to play tricks," he grinned venomously. HIs brows then furrowed watching the boy place his palm across the girl's forehead and her brows rise then relax as if realizing something for the first time. He noticed her eyes momentarily glaze over.
Hana's look remained innocent . "Just because you look like Daddy," her tone calm, "you won't hurt us." She now saw him for what he really was; she saw him how Kai did—complete darkness.
The Nogitsune's grin barely faltered.
Kai scowled, and a sudden high frequency filled the Nogitsune's head. His hands flew to his ears as if that would make the deafening sound go away. He looked from one twin to the other trying to find reason in the situation, but the sound in his ears only grew louder, louder, louder until he fell to a knee, an excruciating headache banging his cranium and he saw stars. He was soon down on the floor with clenched fangs to keep himself from screaming.
The noise was, by far, higher than any human could handle. Kai had now found the Nogitsune's limit, too. His eyes squinted, concentrating.
Kai stepped closer. The more his small eyes narrowed, the higher the sound seemed to rise until the Nogitsune was sure that it would turn his brain to mush.
There will be no more pain here
You are not welcomed here
The words spoke in his head. He was surprised that he could detect it between the pain, the ringing and blinking lights.
The Nogitsune screamed from the floor. And just as sudden as it had began, the ringing stopped.
Both twins looked down at the fox on the tile. One can only imagine the glare of pure hatred in his eyes as he slowly rose and propped and arm under him. And without a wave, he summoned the Oni. Neither of the twins bothered to turn to the raised swords behind them. Kai bent his knees just slightly to meet the Nogitsune's eye level and hold its face in his hand.
Immediately, the Nogitsune flinched. The boy's touch was like fire, but the Nogitsune found that his body was once again paralyzed. Kai's tiny hand held him just behind the ear, his fingers burning the same spot where the '5' symbol had been placed on the others.
Later on, the Nogitsune would realize that just by that touch alone, his abilities were drained and he was rendered almost powerless. Kai could feel all his power, all the darkness and black flowing into his little body.
Again, the words sounded in the Nogitsune's head:
No more fear will be here...No more strife...No more pain...
You will leave
Hana would not have been able to touch him and be unharmed. For a human to touch a Nogitsune would be immediate pain and emptiness. This is why it was only Kai. She continued looking down at the pained demon.
"You have become too human," he heard Hana speak. "Your body—this new body you have—has caged you from who you were. You will never be omnipotent, or even a Nogitsune, again." Her childish voice spoke slow and calm. "You will not last either."
Then, at the same time, both twins spoke: "You are nothing but a lost soul."
Not even a shadow anymore.
Because he was now only a fraction of a human.
The Nogitsune screamed in rage from on the floor. In a flash, he was on his feet and speeding away. His hands gripped the back side of his head and screamed feeling his flesh burnt and cooked. The area Kai's hand had covered was now gushing. The Oni quickly followed in pursuit.
The twins remained in the hallway until the fox's foot steps could no longer be heard. They didn't move. They didn't speak. The hospital halls remain still and quiet. The stale smell of death and medicine mixed with the fresh scent of blood and burnt flesh.
I was some time until they heard a door open. Both turned to see Jackson peeking from the cracked-open room Hana came from. When he finally exited into the hallway, his eyes were dancing and he breathed exasperatedly.
Hana waved, yelling a greeting and smiling just as any small child would—just as if nothing had happened. Slowly, others exited the room.
Kai hated the hospital. It had uncomfortable chairs, smelled funny, and too strict rules. There were also the loud machines, the pale walls with the feeling of sickness reeking from them. And whenever he came, his body would immediately become sore.
Jackson approached the twins in a huff and frantic. They hugged his legs as if they hadn't seen him for months or he was going to get them icecream.
The boy's lips moved in just the slightest, making words the young man could not decipher. Hana was not paying any attention to her brother and hadn't seen his frown.
Kai and Hana Hanekawa-Stilinski were two kids unknowingly wrapped up in the supernatural conundrum of Beacon Hills, unknown to how powerful they were. Just two, small, insignificant children born of two seemingly normal teens, unknown that they're lives will never be "normal."
Jackson hugged them back and it was easily noticed that he was pissed.
Kai smiled.
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