Post by Chiaki Sakuya on Oct 6, 2016 16:16:21 GMT -5
Have to keep quiet.
Chi stifled another pained cry. She ached all over. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? It felt more like years the more she thought about it. For years she had been running from the girl in the white mask. For years all she could hear over the eerie silence of the never-ending graveyard was the hateful, deadpanned laughter of her torturer. Sometimes the pain was constant. Chiaki would stumble around in the pale moonlit darkness until she found a new hiding spot. Upon collapsing into the shadows behind a new headstone or mausoleum, her flesh would split open painfully, illiciting blood-curdling screams from the tiny girl's parched, chapped lips.
Most of the time, though, the masked girl made her wait in agony.
Gotta... Stay still.
Eventually, a glimmer of hope-- no matter how small-- would appear in the distance. And Chiaki would reach for it. Comfort. Rest. Sleep. And just as fast as she became safely lost she would be dangerously found. At some point the girl stopped cutting her. Cutting was too easy. At some point, the cutting turned to tearing. Ripping.
Chiaki vomitted.
Eventually hope fades away. Time no longer was a factor in recovery at this point. Chi began to expect pain. She expected to run and to be found. In fact her closest chance to a reprieve from the constant state of agony was during the run. She almost looked forward to them. She sang a song to herself as her heavy feet slammed into the ground over and over again.
It's alright.
It's okay.
Running keeps the pain away.
Every time she ran, she would sing. It was almost enough to make her smile at some points.
That must be when her mind created the other two. They were arrancar. Very peculiar arrancar at that.
"Fight," one directed.
Strange, she thought. Does it want me to triumph?
"Give up," commanded the other.
They're trying to confuse me, she decided.
And so despite her body aching, burning, screaming in agony, she ran. Whenever she stopped, the two would be there, waiting.
"What are you doing? Get up and fight."
I can't.
"That's right you can't."
STOP CONFUSING ME.
"You aren't meant for this."
JUST GO.
"It's so much easier to give up."
STOP IT!!!
Chiaki buried her face in her hands, and waited for the white hot burn of her flesh tearing apart again. Tears welled up in her eyes for the first time in months.
"Don't give uuuuuup..."
"Just let goooo..."
Then there was a different sensation. A pulling, dragging her away from where she lay. The hands were different. They were comforting. The voices were getting further and further away. Chiaki could feel herself being lifted out of a fog. Her pain was subsiding.
This is some kind of trick.
The tears formed more quickly in the corners of her eyes.
What kind of sick joke is this?
She started to sob uncontrollably, and passed out.
Word Count: 500 - 10 GP
Chi stifled another pained cry. She ached all over. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? It felt more like years the more she thought about it. For years she had been running from the girl in the white mask. For years all she could hear over the eerie silence of the never-ending graveyard was the hateful, deadpanned laughter of her torturer. Sometimes the pain was constant. Chiaki would stumble around in the pale moonlit darkness until she found a new hiding spot. Upon collapsing into the shadows behind a new headstone or mausoleum, her flesh would split open painfully, illiciting blood-curdling screams from the tiny girl's parched, chapped lips.
Most of the time, though, the masked girl made her wait in agony.
Gotta... Stay still.
Eventually, a glimmer of hope-- no matter how small-- would appear in the distance. And Chiaki would reach for it. Comfort. Rest. Sleep. And just as fast as she became safely lost she would be dangerously found. At some point the girl stopped cutting her. Cutting was too easy. At some point, the cutting turned to tearing. Ripping.
Chiaki vomitted.
Eventually hope fades away. Time no longer was a factor in recovery at this point. Chi began to expect pain. She expected to run and to be found. In fact her closest chance to a reprieve from the constant state of agony was during the run. She almost looked forward to them. She sang a song to herself as her heavy feet slammed into the ground over and over again.
It's alright.
It's okay.
Running keeps the pain away.
Every time she ran, she would sing. It was almost enough to make her smile at some points.
That must be when her mind created the other two. They were arrancar. Very peculiar arrancar at that.
"Fight," one directed.
Strange, she thought. Does it want me to triumph?
"Give up," commanded the other.
They're trying to confuse me, she decided.
And so despite her body aching, burning, screaming in agony, she ran. Whenever she stopped, the two would be there, waiting.
"What are you doing? Get up and fight."
I can't.
"That's right you can't."
STOP CONFUSING ME.
"You aren't meant for this."
JUST GO.
"It's so much easier to give up."
STOP IT!!!
Chiaki buried her face in her hands, and waited for the white hot burn of her flesh tearing apart again. Tears welled up in her eyes for the first time in months.
"Don't give uuuuuup..."
"Just let goooo..."
Then there was a different sensation. A pulling, dragging her away from where she lay. The hands were different. They were comforting. The voices were getting further and further away. Chiaki could feel herself being lifted out of a fog. Her pain was subsiding.
This is some kind of trick.
The tears formed more quickly in the corners of her eyes.
What kind of sick joke is this?
She started to sob uncontrollably, and passed out.
Word Count: 500 - 10 GP