Whisper's Innuendo PART 4 (YuYuHakusho)

4. Cataclysmic Consequence
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((...Last Time..))2

“Now that you finally understand, onna, we shall come to an agreement. I will keep this ningen ‘police’ away from you, and in return... I will stay here as long as I want to, whenever I want to. Understand?” the demon smirked at you, knowing he had won...3

And you knew it just as well as he did, you could no longer deny the truth of his words... you had seen, remembered, and actually undertook the task of murder, even if it was in self defense, you never would be able to forgive yourself...4

Ever... 5

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“I don’t want to.” you state slowly. “I don’t want any of this.” you pull away from both strangers; “Go away.”7

The words repeated themselves in your mind, but didn’t seem to be heard, or acknowledged with even a blink of the eye. It was like the words had never even left your lips, just echoed intention in your hollowed out skull;8

Maybe that was true. You didn’t even know, so you just... were there, glaring best you could manage while your mind worked frantically to sort and make sense of itself. Everything was garbled, and you couldn’t coherently interpret a thing. 9

That didn’t seem to really matter at the moment, understanding not really necessary at the moment, considering it didn’t change a thing, you were still in this dire situation, and chances are; death was a real possibility and would be quite soon.10

Even if not quick and painless.11

You looked at the floor this time as you kept repeating what you had first said.12

“I don’t want to. And I won’t.” you spoke this as firmly as someone in your mental state could manage. You wondered then, as you kept staring down, had the two strangers even comprehended what you had said, or whether they were even listening to you at all. 13

But as moments trickled by, and an answer combated your words and the sense you felt you’d had behind them shattered like frosted glass, as had been intended. 14


“You only think that.” he whispered, the dark one, and seemed to laugh a little though it was hard to tell with the un clarity of your world. 15

“But I’m telling you now, that you never had a choice.” he continued, you looked up to meet those murderous irises right in front of you, red as the stains on the warehouse walls, the ones you’d created.16

You knew he was right, but shook your head no, and just refused. Blocking everything out was your specially, but breaking them back in seemed to be his, as he had reminded you something your pain-riddled mind has successfully forgotten, even if temporarily.17

“You know you’d be put to death in this world if you were caught by ningen ‘Justice’” he says with a laugh drenched in contempt. He obviously hated humans, and if you dwelled on the situation, it couldn’t be too difficult as to why, but it didn’t change the contempt you yourself held for the demon at this moment.18

“Well maybe I don’t care.” you say boldly, puffing out your chest in an attempt to look sure, but you knew it was a lie. He probably did too. You were too young to turn yourself in to die, barely old enough to leave the home you so loved... though all had been a deception, you still wanted it back.19

Lies were prettier.20

“Very well.” he says blankly, and turns to the red headed man. Neither say a word, but something tells you that somehow a message was being exchanged between the both of them. You don’t say a word aloud, and it even seemed that they would leave.21

“Then I’ll take my leave, onna, you can stay here and wait for your death” he smirks lightly. Just him saying it sent fear tingling like static down your spine, but you choose not to answer him, knowing there was no way to hide the quaver in your voice.22

So you just nod and watch him slowly make his way to the window which he chose as his route of exit. You watched silently, refusing to stop him though part of you screamed to reconsider. Suddenly, you hear the door bell ring, and turn from both strangers and walk towards it slowly, sensing eyes on you, you felt your stomach churn out of anxiety.23

“I’m giving you one last chance.” he states, knowing full well what was beyond the door and as did you. Police. You could hear them breathing just beyond the wood of your door, and you knew they were here for you. Interrogation... or did they already know it was you? Arresting? 24

You suppressed a shudder, biting your lip softly as you gripped the knob with a sweaty palm. If you didn’t open it, it would be more suspicious, considering they probably heard the voices within your home.25

“One last chance” the demons voice was in a chilled whisper, frost seemed to build up on his lips, though he did not pause to relieve the room a moment, moving just behind you, not looking to you, but towards the door.26

“The end of your pathetic life lay behind that door, whether its form takes life or death.”27

Life or death..? Life or death?
Did it really matter?28

You closed you’re eyes a moment...29

“I deserve what I get..” you turned the knob hesitantly, then paused... 30

“But I can’t move my hand anymore.” how odd, you think, staring at that disobedient hand. How funny, you decide. The command from your brain to that insolent hand continued, yet still, it was stationary.31

“Excuses” the red-eyed one smirked slightly, regarding you now as more a coward than before; you shook your head slightly at his comment, for it wasn’t true, you couldn’t be a coward... if deep within you, lay this hibernating beast which slain all you loved in an instant; you, meek, docile... nothing, you.32

How was that cowardly? It sounded more like ‘evil’ to you. So, were you evil? If so, you knew full well you deserved what was coming, so why wasn’t your hand cooperating? This frightened and confused you, of course. But its not like you could slap yourself on the wrist and say ‘no’; especially since you couldn’t move your hand to complete such a task.33

But in a way...you decide, suddenly. That evil IS cowardice.. Or maybe, good is cowardice... not having the courage to play by the rules; cheating. Or not having the courage to cheat... or was courage not a factor at all? In your mind, you rambled, gibberish to most but coherent only to you.34

Courage was nothing. Courage was an illusion, but if that was so, did that mean fear wasn’t real either? Blinking, you seemed to come to, but the door had been abandoned on the other side, the officers had left assuming the house an empty one; you felt like you’d been procrastinating. You lowered your hand from the knob, staring at your pale fingers, uncooperative then, but in perfect working order in the ‘Now’. 35

You blinked again, again; turning your gaze towards the trespassers, your lips moving slightly to form a question, then hesitating, saying nothing; ‘Get out of my house’ you, thinking most violently inside, gritting your teeth slightly as you chose to leave the room; 36

You walked into your room, abandoning the demons without regret, and slowly rubbed at your own hands, as if it might help them continue to work properly.37

‘I need time alone’ you decide, ‘to gather my wits and think for myself..’38

‘Wits you don’t have.’ A voice, a voice? Your body stiffens slightly, and you turn your head to look around. Indeed, no one had followed you, but you’d heard plain as day that intrusive voice. You blinked, again; and bit your lip slightly as you moved to smooth your bed covers, still very aware of that presence within your mind;39

‘Get out’ you order, not sure if there is even anyone there, but you’d heard.. In your head.. Like telepathy.. That demon... you shudder slightly, and bit your lip hard enough that blood dribbled down your chin; your hand moved to smear the blood from your skin, re-assigning it to the front of your jeans, and sitting on the bed silently.40

The presence, seeming to have heard you, had left, and you could relax again. You were already developing the edging of a sixth sense due to the unnatural presence and dealings in your home. ‘What now?’ you think, a desperate but melancholic tone drenched your stupor-hazed brain to the point you couldn’t be sure of whether you were guilty or just plain mad; insane.41

‘I’d settle for both’42

The voice settles in again, and you whirl around quickly to assess had anyone else yet entered while you were so distracted? No. You were alone, it was just the demon screwing with you, knowing that confusion added to confusion would only increase your desperate needs, and that you might end up accepting his terms, his promise of protection from the law; the law you knew you’d have to deal with either way...43

You might end up turning yourself in, pleading your case, and hoping they’d be light with you; you were young after all. Young, and stupid..? And what were you expected to do, grin and bear it was they stole your lives blood? 44

Your eyes dulled slightly, and you listened a moment, to see if you were left alone at this point. Your mind was silent, except for your echoing thoughts, and you felt oddly not reassured by this. He could be just listening.. You had no way to know.45

You tried to keep your mind blank, and slowly moved to lay on the bed, turning your eyes to the door, which you’d closed behind you. Behind it, you were sure the red head and red-eyed man were there; you could still however faintly hear breathing on the other side of the wood.46

But they seemed to leave you be for now. You were both physically and mentally exhausted, and probably would be for days until your life could straighten out. If it ever did... you sighed, pulling air into your lungs and slowly exhaling. Taking several deep breaths, you felt your mind clear slightly, and your thoughts lingered back to the closed door opposite you.47

‘I need to get ahold of an exorcist or something..’ you decide, then get out of bed and fumble blindly for the yellow pages, which just might help you in your cause– the world could do without such ferocious beasts and haunts, as the one you felt lingered within the walls of your once decidedly safe home..48

You found the elusive book, and set it down on the dresser, flipping it open and skimming through the pages, hopes high in the freedom you just might attain from the apparition haunting your consciousness. It had to go, and maybe then you could clear your thoughts enough to find a way out of the mess you had landed yourself in.49

You dog eared the page, as you found the list of names you were looking for, and slid the book under your pillow, hiding it, as if worried you’d be caught and your plans abolished. Somewhat satisfied and relieved, you ventured back out of your room, and warily assessed the situation.50

The red headed man had sat down, where as the one you had grown most accustomed to stood where you’d last seen him, near the door where he’d stood behind you to taunt so openly. You frowned at the both of them, wondering why they were still there.51

“Shouldn’t you both be going?” you said, not too coldly, your voice was laced with exhaustion from all the stress that was being forced upon you.52

“Hn.” you got little response from the center of your main concerns– why would your beloved family try to sacrifice you for this thing? Why would you betrayed like this... for someone so much more horrible, he... it, probably would have massacred them worse then you had.53

But the other man stood, and nodded at you slightly, he opened the door, and stepped partially out, before twisting his head back to glance at his companion, and gesture him to follow almost sternly.54

The demons eyes darkened significantly, but he did suddenly vanish it seemed; and the tension in the room lifted in his absence. You knew for sure then, he was gone. The door closed, and you were left alone; you slowly breathed out a sigh of relief, and quickly locked the dead bolt.55

Turning your back to the door, you picked up the phone and immediately made your way to the dog eared phone book, your fingers pressed against the designated buttons from the top of the list, starting with the first name you saw.56

The phone rang, and someone picked up. 57

They said nothing, but you could hear their breathing against the receiver.58

“Hello?” you tried, “I’m looking for some help” the breathing continued, and you received no answer; but then you heard a click, along with a following trill of the phone, indicating they’d hung up. Your fingers felt chilled, wrapped around the plastic phone, and you slowly turned it off, eyes falling on the second name on the list.59

You tried again, slowly punching in the numbers; there was no following ring; ear pressed against the plastic piece, you gradually realized the line was down; the phone was dead.60

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