Friday, August 25, 2006

Rated F for the facted it's F'd up
[Disclamer: I shouldn't have to say this but I will for safe keeping. All thoughts, feelings, beliefs, views, actions, etc of the character portrayed bare no relation to my own. I've been told by the many psychologists and criminal profilers that I've had the pleasure of working with, that I have an uncaney ability to mimic most people when I am given enough research. This story was written using that knowledge.]

It begins:

It was only yesterday that she was laughing happily at the festival. But now, she is gone, having been demoned away by Oyashiro-sama. I don’t know why Nana was taken, but I must get her back.

The quiet chatter of the library threatened to steal my concentration as I flipped through the old reports of past incidents and cult rituals. It’s always been the same pattern; the number of who disappear is equal to the number taken. So it might work in reverse; that is, if I can reanimate the dead. To do that, I’d need to switch one life with another in the name sake of Oyashiro-sama. But how I choose the one to be sacrificed, that’s what I’m trying to figure out now.
My watch beeped signaling that it was lunch time. I closed up the pile of books and turned off the computer. My head hurt. The receptionist thanked me as I left; if she knew what I was there for, she’d have called the police. The midday sun beat down, making the already humid day even worse. I wiped the sweat from my forehead; I had no time for frustration. I needed to find a replacement.
The diner I chose for lunch was your typical fan service set: cute waitresses, cute maid uniforms and short skirts. It’s not like this is a bad thing; especially when they are the girls who are in their 1st or 2nd year of high school. But, again, I had no time to ponder my usual fetish. My mission is to bring Nana back.
“Welcome to <>, may I take your order?” I looked up from my menu to see a nice looking girl with long green hair smiling at me.
“I’ll just have the American cheese burger.”
The girl nodded, “Your order will be ready soon.” The girl spun around and walked lightly to the next table.
I shook the thoughts of what I might do to her out of my head and took out the notebook from my bag. From what I could find, I needed an equal body to get the objective back. Equal, huh? There aren’t many Diclonious around, so I had to be diligent in my search. I started to connect similar thoughts with a thin red line, while connecting possibilities with a thin blue line. It all came down to what I could find. Age, height, hair color, eye color, general attitude, and gender; all this I needed to take into consideration when choosing a non-Diclonious victim… I mean replacement.
“Here is your American cheese burger, sir.” The waitress broke me from my thoughts.
I looked up at her, “Thank you.” She bowed and walked away; oh what I’d do if I wasn’t busy.
I ate in silent thought; I can’t let it get to me. The burger was your typical fare, nothing outstanding about it. The fries were a bit too soggy; I hate soggy fries. They were also out of ketchup. How can a restaurant be out of ketchup?! Oh that made me so mad. I clinched away my anger and lit up a cigarette. Stay focused. I slapped my face a few times and poured back over my notes.

I’ve always been told that these kinds of sacrifices must be done on the night of a full moon. That was in three days time. Heh, three days. That’s enough time to find the perfect girl. I took one last toke from my cigarette and flick it into the bushes. One of the moms near by looked scornfully at me. If only she knew what I thought about her daughter. I groaned as I stood up from the park bench; now’s a good time as any to find that girl. With a cynical smile that would make any old lady cry “devil,” I leave the park for the shopping market.
Walking down the street, I studied every girl that was in eyesight. Too fat, too thin, too tall, too ugly; none of them fit the perfection that Nana had. This was going to be harder than I thought. I stopped at the door to a chain convenient store; I was out of smokes. Bells chimed as I entered, “Welcome sir.” The highly unattractive high schooler greeted me. I scoffed as a reply and worked my way to the back of the store to the fridge. I grabbed a six pack of the cheapest beer in there and slammed the door shut. The fact that I had to keep my habits at bay till I resolved the situation was starting to get to me.
“Will that be all sir?” The cashier asked; at this point I was about to puke at the sight of her.
“One carton of Pure Evens.” I answered in a flat tone.
“Your total comes to 7,000 yen.”
I forked over the cash, grabbed the bag and left the store as fast as I could. God she was ugly. I lit the last cigarette from the pack in my pocket and tossed aside the empty box. I took a drag and inhaled deep; man I hate lying low. The sun had set and the light from the street lights spotted the walkway; all that is left are the tramps and bitches. Nothing left for me to do but go home.
Wait! Who was that? I turned around and searched the park path. There, by the fountain, pink hair. I went to the bushes and slowly move closer. She’s alone; doesn’t she know that people like me lurk in places like this? As I got closer her horns became visible; as if vectors have stopped me before. She was thin, a bit short, petite; all that’s left is the innocence that matches Nana’s.
A round spot of light shown through the running water of the fountain; it was the night watchman. Damn! I slipped into the shadows of the trees and left the park. The school uniform she had on was from the next town; I had been there a few times already. It was a private girls’ high school. This particular cutey looked to be a 1st year, just like Nana. She was perfect.
If you were to see the inside of my apartment, you would never know how fucked up I am. It’s so clean and tidy. I opened my closet and moved the panel in my wall to reveal my ‘stash.’ What would be good watching to night? My scanning eyes moved from my porn shelve to my snuff videos. I can’t get sidetracked; I needed my viewing to stay relevant. I’ve always liked to watch people writhe in pain; I guess now I’ll be the one delivering this time.

My stalking ability has always been one of my better ones. I don’t know how many times I’ve been to this school, but I’ve never been caught. My subject for the next couple of days was one Hoshino Rena, age 15. Though the name really doesn’t matter since she’ll be dead soon. She’s in the sewing club, so she should be off before sun down. Being right before summer, the girls would have swimming practice; so I usually took up base in sight of the pool.
It was hot and I just wanted to get this over with. I mean, yeah, I’ll enjoy it, but I hate all this anticipation. I left the school and it’s wet, alluring girls and decided to wander around to clear my head. I needed to stay low. I stopped at the window of a cooking store; I needed tools. A flaying knife, skewers, cooking twine, and a large salad bowl; this is going to be one expensive pleasure.
I guess the next thing I need is a place. Maybe the shrine store house; it’d be easy. All I’d have to do is knock out the family there, gag my precious sacrifice, and all should be good.
Once school ended I followed some ways behind her; she was headed for the station. To be safe, I got on the car next to the one she occupied. She was taking the train I usually take home; she lived only blocks from me and I never noticed. Well, I guess not anymore. After getting off the train, I followed her to the park I found her the day before. It seemed that she’d go there to clear her head. She’d leave not too long after the night watchman came through.

Two days and I will have Nana back. I found myself back at the diner from before; I guess the uniforms brought me back here. The same green haired girl served me my burger and onion rings, this time. She smiled and said, “Welcome back.” as if she knew me. But she was good looking so I let it slide.
After I ate, I went back to the library to look up the main procedure for Oyashiro-sama sacrifices. The main thing I read was that the sacrifice had their torso cut open and their entrails pulled out to dry above them. That and the fact they’d be fully conscious during it. It just kept getting better. I didn’t go to the school that day; I just waited patiently at the park.

I spent the last day in complete preparation. My instincts told me to nab her that night and have some fun, but the books said that I couldn’t. So I kept busy elsewhere. The family at the shrine seemed easy enough; I just had to hit them after I nab the Diclonious. It was all too easy.

“Thank you. Please come again.” The nice little cashier said as I left the diner. Today is the day. My hands were itching to get started. I can just see it now; that petit little pet writhing in tremendous pain. Then, I will have my Nana back. She will be mine and only mine.
Laughter rode the wind from the school pool to my eager ears as I watched little Rena swim. It was such a shame that she had to die; it was even more of a shame I couldn’t have any fun. After the class ended I went to the park and watched my usual set for a while. I put out the second to last cigarette as I take out the last. I grumbled and toss the empty pack in to the trash can by the bench. I should have brought more.
I decided to eat dinner early since I had to spend the rest of the night executing my plan. I wondered if Nana would be different when I brought her back. Nah, she couldn’t change that much. Anyway, once resurrected the soul is forever bound to the one who preformed the ritual, i.e. me. She could never turn against her master.

From the school, to the train, and into the park I followed her closely. After the night watchman went through I struck. It was a small dart from a blow gun I got at some shop somewhere. With in seconds she was draped in my arms. I put her on my back so I could give her a piggy back ride; I ain’t that strong you see. She was surprisingly light though. With her on my back, we left the park and I hailed a taxi.
Once at the shrine, I slung her onto my back again and made my way up the steps. The lights were on in the main house, so I knew they were home. I laid my prize down in the bushes near the store house and went back to the main house. One of the windows was open so I use the opportunity to enter.
The family was quietly eating their late supper; easy targets. With four darts, I downed the family; for safety reason I injected them with a separate solution so they’d stay under till morning. I took a long gulp from the sake bottle the dad had; oh this is going to be good.
Back at the store house, I collected the sacrifice and pick the lock. As the doors creaked open I lit the lantern I took from the main house. Oh, what fun. The place looked like it had been used to house unused torture tools. Most were rusty and dull, but there was a ‘t’ shaped table with straps and all. I put the girl on the table and strapped her limbs and head down. She still hadn’t woken up yet.
I take out my tools and finish the preparations. Lucky for me there was already some pulleys in there, since I forgot to buy some. I fixed the twine and pulleys above the table. Next I took the knife and removed her clothes; what beauty. I pricked my finger with the knife’s tip to bring myself out of my fantasies.
With a smile of pure malice, I lightly ran the knife along her body to rouse her. She jerked a few times and opened her eyes. “Good morning my little replacement.” She went wide eyed and tried to move, only to find the straps held. The joyous sound of muffled screams filled my ears as I showed her my knife and told her my intent. Did I mention I also stopped her vectors from coming out? That really made her panic.
I traced her body one more time, enjoying the spasms of terror she emitted. My hands began to shake; I was having too much fun toying with her. Lighting a cigarette which I also took from the dad, I sucked half of it away and blew the smoke in her face. She coughed and tried to free her arm to hit me. I just laughed.
Play time was over; I needed to do this before sun rise. I turned the knife in my hand and gently pressed the tip into her chest. The scream she emitted was so full of horror I almost dropped the knife in ecstasy, but I clinched the handle and continued. Squirming and twisting her body, the sacrifice tried to get free; the line I cut wasn’t straight but it would do. I stopped above the baldness of her; no need to go any further.
The sound of my hands entering her stomach made me giggle and her scream in pain. I looked at the straps; traces of blood lined her hands. “You’re trying to hard.” I whisper in her ear. I grabbed the twine and bring it into the body with my hands. The girl’s screams dissipated into constant crying; she was losing strength.
After a few attempts, I finally got the twine around the right organs. Her blood ran down my arms as I showed her my progress. I strapped her head back down and grabbed the loose end of the twine. In a slow, constant motion I brought out her insides. Upon seeing them, she went into shock. Screaming louder and wrenching her limbs harder than ever, she watched me pull the twine.
Once her organs were at a suitable height, I took out the holy water and sprinkled it on her body. She had stopped moving and crying, but she was still breathing. I took the piece of paper from my back pocket and recited the incantation. A breeze blew through the store house extinguishing the lantern light. I turned around at the sound of footsteps; the miasmic air made it hard to breathe.
What started out as a cloud of dark smoke, turned into a shadow. The shadow raised its hand; pain shot through my body as my left arm was torn off. The shadow’s figure became clearer, it was a Diclonious. I screamed out as my right leg is ripped off and fell to the ground. I look up as the figure stopped in front of me; Nana smiled sardonically at me. I had forgotten one of the biggest things; my right arm is removed. Nana doesn’t have any limbs, so the sacrifice should have lost hers as well; my left leg is removed. How could I make such a mistake?

I lay motionless in the hospital bed and stared up at the ceiling. Drool fell unbridled from my mouth; being limbless sucks. Someone wiped it away with a handkerchief, I follow the hand back to its owner. Nana smiled sweetly at me from her chair beside my bed. It worked; she’s back and she’s mine!

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