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Wandering lost in the white halls of this learning facility they’ve incased me in, I find myself always moving. The white walls are mesmerizing. I’ve always loved blank surfaces. Whether it was a notebook, a glass surface, the untouched surface of a dusty car…. I guess I love blank surfaces because it allows me to create whatever I want, but back to the story.
All the doors were closed shut, perhaps even locked. All the lights were off except for the occasional stairway in the corner of the hallway. ‘Such a strange request to meet in the empty building of a school after hours,’ I thought to myself. Nut I’ve always wanted to visit a school at night; something about the creepiness of it all. Outside was dark as well so the luminescent staircases were the only sources of light. My night vision helped me with the rest as I wandered down the hallway. It smelled of kids and markers. There were no students or teachers in any of the rooms. Not a big surprise.
I made several trips around the school aimlessly, looking out for this secret person I was supposed to meet. A door behind me creaked open slowly, startling me to death. It was insanely loud. After you get used to the quiet of an empty place, any sound could make your heart stop in its tracks. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness of that room and I hesitated to move towards it. It wasn’t wise, but leaving it alone was more foolish. I stepped towards it. And as I grew closer, in the back of my mind, I realized that it had been a set-up. What made me think that way, you ask? It could have been the sound of sudden footsteps behind me, or the sharp smell of leather and burnt salt, but I think it was the flaming pain I felt when something hard and heavy struck against the back of my head. It was just a guess but it looked pretty damning right about now as I slipped into darkness and fell to the ground.
I fell in and out of consciousness and all I knew that there was a throbbing pain in the back of my head. I didn’t wake up until I was doused with freezing water. I jerked awake now but didn’t see anything. I had been blindfolded and when I tried to take it off, my movements were subdued by the sound of metal clinking against metal. My hands were handcuffed above me. I moved around and found out my predicament. I was blindfolded, cold, and dripping wet, standing- Nope! Almost hanging by my wrists that had been secured around what felt like a waterline pipe.
“Finally awake?”
It was then that I noticed that it took somebody to dump the ice cold water on me. I tried to ignore the freezing temperature of the cold room but my chattering teeth didn’t help.
“W-who’s there?” Honestly it was that cold, but my captor found my stuttering amusing.
“Scared, now that you can’t see or move?”
“More like f-freezing because someone was nice enough to dump water on me.”
“I had to wake you up somehow.”
“Alright, who is this?!” It became quiet except for the sound of boots walking across the room. From the echo it sounded like we were in a closed off area. Were we still in the school building? My thoughts were brought to a halt when I felt a leather glove slide against my face. The voice was now close to my ear. The air suddenly smelled of candles and blood.
“You can’t tell?”
“…C-Corwin?” I could practically hear his smile. It made me angry that he would sink so low as to invite me to an abandoned school just to capture me. Shane Corwin, the hunter of this county district and the man who had been dying to kill me. Great, and me without my autograph book. “Sneaking up behind me like a coward and attacking me when my back is turned? Doesn’t sound like you.”
“It was the only way I could think of that would ensure my physical safety from you.”
I couldn’t argue with that. True, if I had seen him I probably would have made a run for it or attacked him.
“What do you want now that you’ve caught me?” A question I feared the answer to.
“To talk.”
I couldn’t help the harsh laugh. I was dangling from the ceiling barely on my tiptoes and he wanted to talk?
“You were always a bad liar.” I could hear him take a few steps back to grab something.
“No, I really want to talk, among other things.” I could feel myself begin to grow nervous. In any other situation I would have been in control but I couldn’t do anything from my position. Shane had a deep grudge against me that was greater than my hate for him. I had… Killed his younger brother years ago.
I hadn’t meant to. It was all one horrible train wreck. I had apologized even though we loathed each other. You don’t mess with family and I knew that well. I almost thought about suicide after that incident. I even tried searching out the help of some witches, sorcerers, and even an angel, anything to try and mend the mistake I had made. I kept him in the dark of this. If he wanted revenge, I couldn’t stop him.
“What do you want to talk about?” There was a sound of something sliding and I suddenly smelt tobacco. A metal flick and gas filled the air. He was smoking. I heard him light the cigarette before tucking the lighter back into his pocket.
“You have a vampire following you.” Oh, he must have been talking about Damian.
“I save his life, that’s all.” He choked on a huff, a cruel laugh following it to recover.
“You? Saving vampires? Please.” He took a drag from and I could smell the smoke he exhaled. “You could care less about other people’s lives.” I said nothing. He was upset and I let it slide. “The black wolf doesn’t come by your house anymore.”
“Are you trying to get at something?”
“Where is he? Where’s Katsuya?” I kept quiet. Shane didn’t need to know. Humans were always being blinded by their emotions. I wanted Shane to be angry with me, not to pity me for my loss. “So, you got tired of him and got a vampire instead? Did you kill Katsuya too?”
I was glad for the blindfold. I blamed myself for Katsuya’s suicide and it would have shown.
“ANSWER ME!”
I suddenly smelled smoke.
“HAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!”
I’ll admit it. I yelled out, shouting as much as I could. My wrists tugging at the handcuffs to try and break them apart. He had stuck me with his enflamed cigarette in the side of my neck. He knew that was a sensitive part of my body. I could feel the muscles under the ashes twitching and twisting. My breathing came out in long pants. The wound wouldn’t heal for a while. Burns were harder to heal than normal cuts.
“That is only a sliver of what I’ve felt since I met you. Do you want to feel a fraction?”
Before I could answer, my muscles and bones in my shoulder grated together as a slick piece of metal jammed its way into me. He had just stabbed centimeters away from my collar bone with a pocket knife. Another pitiful scream. He left the knife inside the wound before stepping back. “Do you feel it? Can you understand?!”
I couldn’t tell him. I’ve felt so much pain in my lifetime. This physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional scars. But him hurting me would make him feel better.
“No… I can’t.” God, was that my voice? It was a bit raspy from screaming so much. I was even going to try and smile at his predicament so it would be easier for him to shoot me, but instead something unexpected happened. The knife was yanked out suddenly. I yelled. I felt hands at my wrists and I figured he was going to bleed me out. The sudden pain coupled with the loss of feelings in my legs made my body dead weight when my wrists were freed. I flinched, expecting to hit the floor, but my landing was soft and warm.
Shane caught me and held me close. I was cold and wet, and I huddled against his jacket with little shame. Why wasn’t he pushing me away?
“Why?”
“W-why what?” I repeated. Did he want to know why I was a murderer? Shane squeezed me and I grimaced at the pain in my shoulder.
“Why do you torture yourself?”
….Wait, what?
“Do you think I’m stupid? That I’m blind? I know everything you’ve been doing. From trying to resurrect my brother to Katsuya’s untimely death.” I froze. I didn’t remove the blindfold because I could hear the tremor in his voice. If the hunter couldn’t stay calm than I was not far behind from breaking down. I couldn’t speak because I knew I would never finish, so Shane continued. “At first, I just wanted to scare you. To get you to beg for forgiveness or something. Anything! So that I would spare you. But when you wouldn’t say anything to save yourself, I got angry. Angry that you were giving up so easily after all that hard work and suffering. …Did you really want to die?”
During his confession I had started to cry. And when he stopped I nodded my head into his jacket. Anything to relieve the pain….
“If I died… Everyone would be happy. And I could finally be happy too.” That’s about what I said but with a lot more stutters and a few hiccups. He hugged me close and tried to console me but I stopped him. “Your brother would still be alive. Katsuya would be alive. You wouldn’t have become a demon hunter. My family would still be here.”
“But Damian would be dead, Katsuya would have died much earlier if he hadn’t meat you. Owl, Ed, and Myu would be alone in this world. …I wouldn’t be this strong without you either.”
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I never got around to writing the ending. I didn't really care after that. I just wanted to torture my character a little more. ^^ Can you say, 'Emo'? Just a little, but if I don't write it then I too will become one of the Undead. Lol
Working on the storyline. Fox and Shane Corwin belong to me, just like all your base do.
 SikFox · Wed Nov 05, 2008 @ 08:36pm · 0 Comments |
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