"Just don't touch her."
His nod showed some form of satisfaction, looking up at me and away from my mom
He loosens his grip a little more, almost dropping her, but he still has her.
Why hasn't he let go?
He smiles that twisted smile. The same on that I wish I could slap off of his face.
"I almost feel bad for you." He says not looking at me. Looking at her.
"Wait- What-" I stammer. He pulls her close to him again.
He reveals two fingers crossed in one arm, one he had behind his back.
"Because I lied." He reaches for his gun.
I try to run as fast as I can to try to stop it but I can't bring myself to move. Paralyzed in a fear that I couldn't control. I cry out.
"NoI- No!" I yell. But he's not listening. He never does, anyways.
My mom is braced for the worst. Because this is the worst that could happen. I can't move. I'm stuck here watching her die. And the worst part, I couldn't save her. But all of that train of thought lived in a two-second duration. In one swift movement, he aimed. I reach my arm out, hoping to stop him, though I can't.
Then he pulls the trigger.
BANG!
Blood covers every surface in the room, making it look like a spatter paint project. It laced everything in specs. It happened in a second.
I stared at my mother, blood streaming down her cheeks as she couldn’t stare back. II felt chills run throughout my entire body as my hands went numb, conflicted and now angry.
"Mom!"
I screamed, watching Youkai drop my mother's body to the floor, as I desperately began to move to the corpse of my mom.
As soon as I throw myself on the floor and right to her side, her blood covers my fingers as I reach for her for-now alive body for the last time.
"No, no, no, no!"
That was it.
Her book's ending.
What a dull story it had, from what I knew. But she enjoyed every single moment of living it Before I could do anything Youkai grabs my arm and throws me onto the ground.
I hit the floor with a 'thud'.
He starts laughing at me. The same cynical and twisted laugh that would belong to a crazy person.
Hell, he was a crazy person.
All I could think was that this was officially the worst day of my life.
He found my weakness.
I want to cry, so, so bad. But I have to at least get out of here.
Alive.
No- he wouldn't kill his own test subject, right?
He still hasn't let go of my arm, his expression one of
I try to wriggle out of the very uncomfortable position.
"Let go of me!" I scream and yell, though no one can hear me, the red covered walls mocked my cry and echoing back my silence.
He ties my arms together at the wrist, moving way faster than I could comprehend, his dark brown hair falling in his face as the result of his haste.
"Hey- let go!" I scream again, my voice almost breaking as I hold myself from sobbing.
I tried to fight back, trying to claw him or even slap him.
It gets me nowhere, he continues to overrule my every move without even saying a word.
This is why he came here.
To ruin my happy life once again.
Maybe he would've been stopped. Maybe this would be the last time he would evert have to take me.
But he took her, too. He took who mattered most to me.
He will pay for the damage he has done. I can promise it...For creating a hole in my heart.
I almost don't feel so sad as much as I had in the past 3 minutes.
All I feel now is anger. I want revenge.
I thought I would feel the same way about my own mother dying like Nishioto, but- I think this is the total opposite. Nishioto and Yui cried and mourned her death with tears and constant guilt.
I can't even bring myself to feel bad or sorry, I only wish for the worst form of pain inflicted upon him.
The more I tried to resist Youkai's wishes, the more I struggled to get free, his grip tightening.
He then shoves me into a large off-tan and hole-filled bag, pushing me greatly as I try my best to resist. One that is fire-proof (I figured that out by using my powers trying to escape the bag). I felt suffocated, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
This is what I deserved?
For saying 'no' to something I never had to do?
He wants me to suffer because I didn't want to go with him. To be studied on. To make him famous.