| Retribution for Your Big Fat Mouth <3; Location: Osaka [Nishiyo Sadako, Shane Spencer - Single Post] | |
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| The One True Nobody | Aug 19 2013, 03:10 PM Post #1 |
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"...does this clockwork hand follow you... or guide you?"
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Kiyoko Yukimura's head was pounding. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and gave it a shake to clear the cobwebs. This only succeeded in causing the pain in the back of her head--the epicenter of which was a matted lump near the back of her skull--to flare up harder. She felt first a wave of nausea, and attempted to double over. Then she felt the ropes that kept her upright. Her eyes snapped open, but saw only blackness. There was a cloth tied to her face, covering her eyes. Her mouth was likewise bound; something sticky prevented it from opening. Tape. Her mouth was taped shut. Kiyoko struggled, but couldn't budge. The chair she was tied to gave a light thump as she tried to move it-- "Oi, I wouldn't do that if I were you!" said a voice. A chillingly familiar voice that turned Kiyoko's blood to ice in an instant. "If ya struggle too much, the chair might fall over and that'd just be so much worse. So, Kiyoko-chaaaaaan..." The source of the voice was coming closer, and Kiyoko knew then that she was dead. The memory came rushing back: she had opened the door to her house... she had seen, she had seen, for just one instant, her mother's head on the table-- --and then, nothing. While she was distracted being scarred for life, drawing in breath for a scream, something hard and metal had bashed her over the head and blackness had taken her. Her mother was dead. She was going to die. She never should have said anything. This was because-- "Y'know, Kiyoko-chan," whispered the voice, now so close she could feel its breath on her ear. "I had a li'l more faith in ya than this. You snitched, didn'tcha? Thought I wouldn't know if I was off in Nagashima makin' babies for overentitled rich boys. Well, you ain't the only bitch who has a big mouth, y'know? So, if you wanna live..." Nishiyo, whose hand she could feel on one shoulder as she whispered, moved to whisper in the opposite ear. "You're gonna sing like a canary for me and tell me just who ya told! Oh? What's that? Ya can't speak? Or move your hands? What kinda bullshit excuse is that? Looks like I'll hafta get a wee bit rough with this one. Hm. How did the torture and interrogation bit go? Oh, right. Step one: apply pliers to fingerbone." Kiyoko shook her head, moaned out a denial, an incoherent plea for mercy, of apology, something--her arms, which were fastened to her sides, were bound securely to her thighs and waist except for her fingers, which were exposed. No sooner had Nishiyo said it than something cold and metal clamped down on her right index finger. "Hrm... I forget, was I supposed t' smash the joint or one o' the bones in the middle? This is all so hard t' keep in your head, y'know?" Crack. The pain that ignited Kiyoko's nerves made it impossible to tell which of the two Nishiyo had opted to crush, if indeed it mattered. The girl screamed into the duct tape covering her face. She was clearly trembling now, and could feel a build-up of wetness beneath the blindfold. When her muffled sobbing ceased, she felt Nishiyo's fingers at the side of the tape covering her face. "You just keep your pretty little mouth quiet when I take this off, alright?" she whispered. Rip. Kiyoko gasped at the sudden pain of the tape's removal but managed to bite back the automatic outcry her finger was demanding she make. She opened her mouth to protest, but then the pliers were on her other index finger. "Tell me," Nishiyo said in a much colder voice, "Who you told, what you told, and why. Do that and maybe you'll live. Don't do that and you'll definitely die, but only after I break and double-break every piece o' ya I can hurt without it bein' fatal." "You have really bad taste in flower vases, Sadako. I mean, gross. How macabre." The second voice--which carried a foreign accent--came seemingly out of nowhere. Nishiyo's hand violently whipped away from Kiyoko's, and the bound girl felt the pliers fall away. "Who's there?! Who is that?!" she couldn't stop herself from asking, but at the same moment, Nishiyo said: "Fuck, what the shit are you doin' he--?!" There was a hum, the whoosh of a heavy object being swung through the air. Nishiyo shrieked, there was a scrambling sound. Then, the shink of a sword being drawn, a clang of metal on metal. There was a shriek, then-- "You sonuvabitch!" she heard Nishiyo scream. "What the fuck're you doin' so far away from Nagashima?! Why didn't I--ugh, I shouldn'ta let my guard down!" "Your stupid half-baked scanning power?" the other voice taunted incomprehensibly. (What the hell did that mean?) "You mean you didn't even turn it on? Then I kept my distance for nothing. Jeez, you're a pain in the ass, you know that?" "I'll kill you!" snarled Nishiyo. Footsteps. Her voice was quiety, and then muffled. She was running further into the house, toward the back. "I'll kill you and I'll be back for her! Just you wait!" "Yeah, yeah... don't let the door hit ya on the way out..." Kiyoko gulped. Who was this man? Was she saved? She wasn't going to die? "Shit, that looks bad..." the male voice said quietly, coming closer. "Hang on, I'll untie you... but I should probably..." Two strong arms gripped the chair beneath her, lifted her. She felt herself being turned around... puzzled, confused, drained, she asked, "What are you doing?" "You don't want to see what's on your living room table right now..." Kiyoko felt a lump catch in her throat. "M-mom," she whispered. "She killed my mom... this is my fault, all my fault..." The man who was moving her chair paused. "...Ah," he said. "Listen. I can't stick around when the cops show up... I'm going to call the police, and an ambulance..." Hands worked at the blindfold, and the cloth came away. The light in the room was dim. What Kiyoko saw was a man, tall, dressed in black, a long coat, a bandana-like mask, red eyes... a large, skull-ornamented sword strapped to his back... "I need you to keep it together..." he said evenly, "Just long enough for them to get here. Do you understand?" "Yeah..." she whispered. "Yeah. I get it..." "I'll be in town until tomorrow. I want you to come meet me at the motel six blocks west of here the moment you're free of police questioning, okay? The Sadako family is ruthless... you know that. I can protect you from them, but you can't risk telling the cops about Nishiyo." "Her family--" "Will probably bullshit their way out of it and you'll wind up dead later, anyway," said the masked man. As he spoke, he undid Kiyoko's bonds. She didn't move when she was free. Her arms just fell limp to her sides. She was still in her own house, which meant her mother's head was still on the table behind her... "Say you don't know who attacked you. The head injury and things will probably be enough... any relatives?" "No," croaked Kiyoko, staring fixedly at the wall directly ahead of her, willing herself not to turn around. There was a more complicated answer to the question, but Kiyoko couldn't force herself to spell it out. The important part was one word, so she said that instead. "...I'll see what I can do," said the vigilante in black. Shane Spencer stepped away from the girl. "The bottom line is we can't let her get you, right? Come see me when you can. If you'd rather put your trust in the cops I'd understand, but..." The vigilante was already tapping away at the keypad of a small, cheap-looking phone. He put it to his mouth and softly began to say what needed to be said. After that Kiyoko didn't register much of what was going on. She sat in an almost catatonic state, barely moving at all when the vigilante put a hand on her shoulder and attempted to comfort her; she didn't move at all after that until he was gone and the police stepped in. The ambulance appeared soon after. All she could think was that her mother's head was on the table behind her, and that her body must be somewhere else, but she had no idea where it was. That chased itself around her head like a dog pursuing its own tail and wouldn't stop yapping at her until sleep finally claimed her in a hospital bed later that night, blissful sleep and silence, blessedly devoid of nightmares... that night, at least. Perhaps her brain was just too exhausted to conjure up any. Edited by The One True Nobody, Aug 20 2013, 06:37 AM.
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