Insanity (Mature - blood and gore)

Soсĸy™ · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:30 pm

Jyro swallowed roughly while exiting the bathroom with the knife wrapped in a cloth. He was only wearing pants at this time. Jyro’s blue hues fell upon his friend before he smiled awkwardly. “Nothing… I need to uh… do something in the backyard for a while, I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.” He went to the garage and pulled out a shovel before hurrying to the backyard where he unearthed a large patch in the ground. After four feet of digging he dropped the knife and cloth before covering up the deep hole in the earth he dug up before placing the mound of grass over it as though the ground had never been disrupted. Jyro sighed now all filthy and sweaty. His parents still weren’t home, good. He couldn’t believe his friend had done this yet he couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for Aoi. If anything he felt sorry for Yoshio, if he was caught he would be put in prison perhaps given the death penalty! Jyro shuddered and hoped that wouldn’t happen.

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Devil_Jin · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:18 pm

....::::No one believes in another entity inside me til death::::....

Sitting in the middle of this crazied pillow fortress of his like it could even protect them from anything and everything that would dare come near. How dreadful to even sit and expect protection when small creatures crawl over it. Then what? Scream like children and run away from insects? No. They die for it. He wondered how long it would take for him to figure out that Yoshio, or rather Hiryu had killed off his own mother cause he was sick of it, the abuse and neglect, it would come down on her sooner or later, she would pay so dearly for all that through her blood. Try and eat. What is he treating him like, he's deaf or something? Hiryu's not deaf in the ears, nor he's not starving for food. More of craving to see someone die and shed blood. Hiryu smiled wickedly, plotting and ready to kill once again. Well, was it ok to kill off someone's dear friend? Of course. But it would not be for his host, he couldn't bear to murder such a friend that stay by his side during all those times he was troubled by the witch. He guessed to at least keep him alive, but would he bother to tell the world that his dear friend killed the witch? Who would believe such words of Yoshio killing off Aoi? Oh well, maybe it won't be so bad than he assumed it might be. Play along with this, it turns out to be fun. "Something wrong?" Hiryu asked kindly, yet curious due to his playful skills of acting innocent.

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Soсĸy™ · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Sun Oct 18, 2009 1:28 pm

Jyro frowned. “Try and eat some of the lasagna Yoshio-kun… I’m going to go take a quick shower.” Jyro sighed and walked to the bathroom after grabbing his night clothes. He turned on the hot water and took off his pants only to stiffen at the sight of a bloodied knife on the sink. Hesitantly Jyro stepped towards it gazing down at his fogged reflection in the eye of the silver blade. “T-the hell?” He trembled and touched the blade. “It’s… oh no… Y-Yoshio is the one who…” He shuddered and looked back to the door before taking the knife into the shower before scrubbing it clean over and over again. He scrubbed his own hair clean trying to understand how he was supposed to think about all this. He continued to tremble even after the blood had gone down the drain. He exited the bath and dried off before putting on pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. He decided he had to burry the knife in the back yard or something… “Shit, shit, shit…. It’s about time, but Yoshio…” He sighed.

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Devil_Jin · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Wed Oct 14, 2009 10:24 pm

....::::No one believes in another entity inside me til death::::....

Washing away the blood that was left from killing off his mother and some random couple or siblings sleeping in different rooms for somewhat reason he had no care for, only just to kill trying out his newly body while Yoshio slept for quite sometime before he would ask for it back and find out what Hiryu had done during some days whatsoever. Letting the water fall onto his hair and body, letting stream of blood mix in with water dripping down the drain before leaving the shower and drying himself dry before placing on Yoshio's red and black pajamas. Venturing around this unknown territory he's not too familar with, Hiryu wondered if he should have killed him or not. No. Wait for it, give out a reason to before killing him. He saw his mother's dead corpse, no one will care for that. People would be filled with joy to find out that witch is swimming in her own blood. "No, I'll be fine. Thanks anyway." He muttered, walking near the couch to find some silly, little, fort like fortress ring using pillows. How silly can this get? He sighed, might as well live with it since Yoshio is friends with this crazy kid.

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Soсĸy™ · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Wed Oct 14, 2009 6:55 pm

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Jyro began to microwave some left over lasagna while waiting for Hiryu to get out of the shower. He hurried to the couch and turned on the TV before whipping out Yoshio’s favorite movie. He quickly shoved it into the DVD player before clearing off the unnecessary pillows, making a mini pillow fort. He moved the small table off to the side so it wasn’t in the way of the arena and he set the lasagna down on the couch before running up the stairs to get some blankets all the while he thought only of Yoshio and keeping him with him now. His mother was dead, now he could always help him and always be here for him…Now she wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Once upstairs Jyro washed his hands up to his arms and pulled off his shirt. He figured he should burn it and Yoshio’s so they weren’t connected to the mother. Quickly Jyro washed his face before running back down stairs with some blankets. He set up enough blankets to keep Yoshio—or Hiryu warm for the night and started up a fire in the fire place. He tossed his bloody shirt in fallowed by his bloodied pants before sneaking over to the bathroom where he snagged Hiryu’s bloody garments and also dumped them into the fire place. Now all he needed was a shower and to put some pants on. He hurried upstairs and washed his knees flexing difficultly into the sink. He dunked his head into the sink and began to wash the blood out of his blonde locks before drying himself off with a towel. He went back down stairs in a pair of loose fitting black pants and a loose navy blue tank. He prodded the lasagna with his clean hands and decided to microwave it again before micro waving one for himself. “Hey Yoshio, do you want a soda instead?” Jyro called while inspecting his work. He decided he needed lots of pillows. After he had heard his answer he hurried off and gathered as many nice and comfortable pillows as he could find and dumped them into the fortress ring before plopping down on a pillow with a sigh. He hoped Yoshio would feel at home…

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Devil_Jin · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Mon Oct 12, 2009 4:03 pm

....::::No one believes in another entity inside me til death::::....

How strange, this one doesn't know of the dangers he's in just inviting what he assumes its his friend and welcome him with open arms, but a murderer that not only possing as Yoshio, also killed the witch and anyone else that Hiryu wanted to for the fun of it. And now giving him a home to stay in til someone at least find out, besides his dear friend, that someone broke into the house and murdered Aoi the witch with stab wounds all over her back. Ah the sweet smell of fresh blood and death reeking through the home. How long will this male notice that his person he thinks it was is not kind hearted, but pent up as a psycho killer? Passing through after being slightly attacked by this dog he's not familiar like Yoshio would be, he let himself be lead til Jyro would be nice to give him something to make him feel at home. "I'll have some later.." Lead himself to grab his clothes and jump into the shower, washing away the fresh blood of many victims he had killed already.

....:::: Let me play with you, ~~I won't~~ bite you or kill you::::....

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Soсĸy™ · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Sat Oct 10, 2009 10:19 am

Jyro had been talking too fast to notice that his friend hadn’t been answering his questions… not out loud anyway. He continued to herd his friend towards his home like a protective sheep dog. “Yeah don’t worry about it man, anything for my bestie.” Jyro smiled grimly. They soon arrived at his home where they were greeted by a large chocolate lab that woofed dopily and ran up towards them and pounced placing his abnormally large paws on Hiryu’s shoulders and licking his face excitedly. “Get down Meatball!” Jyro pried his dog off his friend only to be pawed down. Jyro started laughing at Meatball licked his face and hair getting some of the blood off. “Get, get off you dork!” Jyro giggled and managed to push his doggy off before rubbing the saliva from his face. He pulled Hiryu passed the dog and into his house. “Okay why don’t you take a shower while I make you some food? You know where it is, down the hall and to your right? I have some of your clothes here still from our epic sleep over some time ago, they’re clean sitting on the dryer.” He chirped. The dryer was in the garage. “I’m going to make you some hot chocolate do you want marshmallows in it? Or are you in a tea mood?”

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Devil_Jin · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Fri Oct 09, 2009 1:21 pm

....::::No one believes in another entity inside me til death::::....

Being welcomed by, what Hiryu would call him, an unknown person he not too familiar with or maybe just another victim just wanting to die here and now. Oh well, whoever he is, let's keep him alive for the hell of it. Dead? Killed? No, more like 'went out on a killing spree after killing the witch' funtime since his blood runs through to kill anyone and everyone that claims to be a threat or just for the fun of it. More likely for the fun of it. “…are you hurt!? Why are you caked in blood too!?!?” Hiryu bothered not to say anything, but answered most of the questions he asked inside his own head. "Cause I murdered people in their houses." He smirked to that idea of murdering without a care. “Did the murderer stab you or hurt you or something!? Come on lets get you somewhere where I can make sure you’re okay, I’ll microwave something for you too.” Continued to answer each question he so happened to throw out from his twisted, murder mind. "No, I am a murderer, I murder other people for my fun and to see them suffer and weep." This strange person pulled him away from the blood confort of his home to his place cause he worried about him, better yet he worried for Yoshio's health after being abused long enough. He finally spoke. "Its nice of you to do this for me.."

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Soсĸy™ · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:52 pm

He searched the house top to bottom. He searched again. He searched again. He searched a third time. Jyro found himself coming back to the body. He gazed down to the corps time and time again with no answers. “Yoshio.” He whimpered. “Yoshio!” Jyro screamed before plopping down on his bum. By now the woman’s eyes were a chilling white. She laid there with blood seeping from her mouth, unmoving, unchanging. Yoshio’s body didn’t seem to be laying around anywhere so he probably escaped a similar fate. Jyro never suspected in his wildest dreams that this was Yoshio’s—or rather Hiryu’s doing. Hiryu’s existence didn’t even cross the young man’s mind. It suddenly occurred to Jyro that he should’ve been more afraid. He should’ve screamed. He should’ve been worried that the killer was still lurking in the darkest corners of the home… but he wasn’t. And why not?! He prodded the dead woman with the bat emotionlessly for a moment before dragging his bat out the door frowning immensely. He assumed it was time to go home and call the police, explain how he had found the body… then again he tampered with evidence, why not just wait and let them figure it out for themselves?

He was there, down the street! He saw Yoshio—or what he thought was Yoshio! He was covered in blood but he was okay! He was okay right!? “YOSHIO!” Jyro dropped his bat and ran to his friend, tackling him into a hug unaware of the knife in his back pocket, unaware of all his monstrosities and unaware that this wasn’t Yoshio at all. “Ugh, I was so worried about you! I searched your whole house for you over and over, I thought you were stuffed in a closet somewhere dead and waiting like your mum, oh do you know she’d dead?” He held Hiryu at arms length. “It’s pretty gruesome, I thought you were just like her only worse! I’m so glad you’re alright!” Jyro almost hugged him again only to acknowledge the blood.

“…are you hurt!? Why are you caked in blood too!?!?” Jyro asked worriedly. “Did the murderer stab you or hurt you or something!? Come on lets get you somewhere where I can make sure you’re okay, I’ll microwave something for you too.” Jyro said worriedly while trying to tug Hiryu to his house. After all his parents were almost never home. They were good people, they were just too busy for their only son. To busy protecting him and working to support him and themselves and too busy screwing other people… they almost never spoke to one another however they both loved Jyro enough and they would both come home late just to avoid seeing each other or Jyro for that matter. Thankfully his father was on a business trip and his mother would be at the office late so Jyro wasn’t worried in the slightest of them coming home and asking unnecessary questions.

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Devil_Jin · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:03 pm

....::::No one believes in another entity inside me til death::::....

Soon after murdering her violently to his happiness, Hiryu took the bloody weapon with before leaving out for a bit into the darkness to either calm himself or kill again to his heart's content. who knows when he'll come back to the house with the bloody corpse and live with it still in the home as a display of killing the witch who scaried everyone to come near the house and try helping her own son get through the abuse and troubles she brought him for the smallest and silliest things for her own carelessness. Hiryu left to murder again for his happiness before returning back to the house to sleep. Each random houses he would break inside somehow without making a sound, creeping around with a smirk on his face, up the spiral, white stairs to hear a snoring noise down the hall. One room contained a woman while the other room across contained a male, oh how fun to have with two. One to view the murder and die and the other to view and die. Dragging the woman's body to the male's room and shutting the door before hearing blood curling screams and blood seeping out. Only several homes were broken into and murdered for the night. Humming to himself to a happy little tune, Hiryu returned home walking in the streets with blood on his clothes and a bloody knife into his back pocket.

....:::: Let me play with you, ~~I won't~~ bite you or kill you::::....

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Soсĸy™ · Subject: Re: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:45 pm

Where did he go? He said he’d be here yesterday… Jyro frowned as he passed the house with the wooden swing set in the mossy front yard. Four long old ropes rose up to the top of the tree and for long ropes were carefully knotted to the branch while the other ends were fastened into two plants of wood. The wings sat side by side parallel to the long metal slide and the jungle gym of tires with a large metal pole jabbed down the middle of the mountain of rubber. In the middle of the moss was a slab of bricks stacked upon a large wooden plank. Rusted metal twisted and withered daily around the abandoned car on slates since the tires were no more, the paint was skinned from the front and the lights were smashed. The house which owned this considerably dangerous play ground had been long abandoned. The windows were boarded up and a bright yellow caution tape had been placed in an X over the door, however Jyro and Yoshio would simply climb the fence and enter through the back yard screen doors which had been smashed in years ago courtesy of Jyro’s bat. The second floor off the house neither boy could tread, the wooden stairs had rotted down and molded and several metal and wooden tables had been hurled down the staircase. Often times Jyro would turn to Yoshio with a silly grin and say “Bet there’s a body in the attic.” The boys would laugh and exchange similar banter though neither was brave enough to climb through the contorted rusted metal and wood. They would use this disturbing mass of junk as an excuse too. “I’d go up there but it seems like a big hassle to get passed all that stuff.” They’d say to each other and continue to explore the first floor of the condemned building.

Jyro plopped his bum down on a swing and swayed back and forth while dwelling on Yoshio’s mother. He had known Yoshio to speak of her abuse, and it sickened him. Jyro scrunched up his nose in disgust just thinking about the cruel unlawful things she did to him on a daily basis. Sometimes Jyro would break into Yoshio’s house through his bedroom window, climb up to the second floor if he had to just to get into the house. He would plop himself down on the window ceil with a grin and reveal some uneaten desert since there was almost never left over dinner. He would share whatever treat he brought over, sometimes he would give the entire thing to Yoshio since secretly Jyro found sweets to be displeasing to his tongue. He would sometimes coax his best friend to sneak out and come stay at his house until morning, then help him sneak back in before his mother had noticed his absence. Yoshio would sometimes refuse no matter how much Jyro pleaded. He would whisper of the horrors his mother would put him through, or at least his face would whisper. His lips wouldn’t always cooperate with his face and eyes and his issues weren’t able to be concealed or hidden from Jyro’s attentive hues. So he would lay down on the floor or in Yoshio’s bed and sleep beside him until the first streaks of light entered Yoshio’s window. Then it was off to school for Jyro, or off to his house or wherever he was needed to be so long as it was away from Yoshio’s mother since she would only punish him if he had been caught there with his friend. His best friend.

Jyro continued to swing for an hour. Then two… then three, and now he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood and walked towards his friend’s house and climbed up the car and the ivy growing along the side of the house. He pulled himself into the bedroom and looked around but Yoshio was no where to be found. He frowned and look from left to right before sitting down with his arms around his knees. He staid there for half the night, waiting and waiting for Yoshio. Maybe he’s dead? He slowly walked out of the bedroom and slowly his footsteps glided across the floor. He was careful not to make a sound, watching the silhouette of Aoi and her bottle. He watched her shadow drink and watched her fall back upon her own bed muttering about her ungrateful son and his unjust deeds. His nerve to bed for her to let him out… Out of where Jyro thought and tip toed down the stairs. Soon he came to the basement door. It was closed. The basement door is never closed. Alarmed by his sudden discovery Jyro silently pranced faster and tried to open the door. “Yoshio.” He whispered. No reply. “Yoshio!” He whispered louder and pressed his ear against the wooden rectangle. He tried to wiggle the knob however the golden sphere wanted no part in aiding him. It was locked, and Jyro was certain that Aoi had the key. His hand stopped as he heard whispers. Yoshio is whispering to himself on the other side? He frowned and slid down. “Yoshio… who are you talking to?” Jyro asked softly. No answer. He heard only silence and this angered Jyro fiercely.

He came back the next day… and the next day… each night he tried to slip something under the door, food, a juice pack, a note, a magazine, anything at all but all in vain. He would always feel whatever he pushed in the night before sliding as he pushed his new offering in. “That’s it.” Jyro hissed after several days. “I’m getting him out of there and he’s going to live with me from now on! His mother can just go to hell!” Jyro dug around his garage until he found a metal bat. If Aoi tried to stop him he’d just whack her in the gut or something. He didn’t expect much of a fight Aoi didn’t act like she gave a shit whether he was there or not. She only likes to make him suffer so she doesn’t feel miserable!

Jyro approached the front door with his bat over his shoulder. “Yoshio!” He called before kicking the front door down. “I’m coming for ya—AAH” Jyro’s amazing composure was ruined when he tripped over some bloody heap right in front of the door. Jyro sat up, his favorite blue jacket was stained in blood his bleach blonde locks and half of his face were no better. He could feel the hot crimson liquid under and over his nails. He eyed his hands and he eyed the pool of blood both knees currently propped himself up in. He looked to the slab of mutilated flesh, a curial image of what once was Aoi. Jyro wasn’t sure if he should be afraid or if he should be ecstatic. He prodded the woman with his bat before turning her over to her back so he could look at her face. Her eyes were wide open though they hadn’t lost the color of life just yet they were merely hazed over. What if whatever did this harmed Yoshio? The sudden thought startled him and moved Jyro to his feet. “YOSHIO!” he screamed and ran for the basement door, it was wide open. He peered down the basement before running back up. “Yoshio? YOSHIO!” he called and bolted up the stairs. “YOSHIO!!! YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD DAMNIT!” He cried out.

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Devil_Jin · Subject: Insanity (Mature - blood and gore) Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:20 pm

....::::No one believes in another entity inside me til death::::....

Many whispers how bad one has it since the death of a good leader, the wife went through a nervous breakdown, sobbing and drinking and whatnot before leaning over to not giving a care about anything anymore. His son, ends up suffering through the painful ordeals from her non carelessness. Such as, being locked up in the basement without feeding him, abusing him, throws empty, glass bottles at his head and anything else that will harm anyone that is in her way. Slowly through all the torture she gives, only added more to something she has no clue about what's building up, eating away at his skin. One day years later after the her husband's death, Aoi threw the bottle at her son, Yoshio hearing about what happened and why he was empty handed.

"I'm sorry mother, they didn't have anymore."

"Tsch. Stupid, little child"

It sounded like she didn't believe or listen to a word he just told her, yet she expected what she wanted here and now. Aoi didn't want to hear anymore of his lies before moving from her spot, latching onto his arm and dragging him towards the basement for something he did not get for her, struggling to let him rot in the nothingness void with nothing to eat, nor drink. She threw him into the room, letting him fall the bottom of the checkered tile floor from the old, wooden stairs before shutting the door before he could even retaliate to stay, bangging onto the door hoping she would listen to his reason why.

"Let me out, I'll remember next time! Mother..?!"

"You stay down there like a good child, maybe I'll let you out.." She hissed.

The sounds pounding through the door died down once she left him there to either rot or starve himself to death, the normal way that would lean him closer and closer to his insanity just for doing nothing his mother would have wanted was the punishment to get, but the problem of every little thing he did to please his mother but only caused him to be punished only led to him loosing his mind and creating something else to be alive. Something came over him like a wind rushing through the breeze, yet striking through his head causing him to tear and throw many objects, he could get into his hands, to the ground and the wall til he calmed down, smirking with a delight. Instead of his normal color, this one was real different, a dark silver color shined through his eyes, glaring at the door before sitting down and doing nothing. Only to wait for the clicking sounds of the retangular shape to open as its shinny gold knob twisting away.

After an hour later while this new entity waited to be let free from the open area of a baron wasteland of nothingness, she finally remembered to check the basement. "The little bitch.." It thought very furiously while staring, through his deep evil glare, at her wearing her short, white gown that only reached up to her knees. Her long, dark auburn hair neatly combed flowed after the door opened pretty fast blowing a few strands, her dark teal-looking eyes glared through his newly silver eyes.

"Come on, I grow hungry..make me something.." She hissed in a snobby kind of way before facing away from him.

"Yes mother.." Hiryu told her in a kind way, smiling darkly following after her.

The being called "Hiryu" made a short stop into the bathroom, gathering only a few objects to use against the woman like a cloth and a small. brown bottle of cyanide to put the woman to sleep and kill her nice and slowly with a knife, carving away at her skin to watch the blood flow from her slender body. Oh, how the wonders to watching the crimson bleed from the wounds only he would cause with the weapon, brings the joyfulness inside eating away the all of the excitement out of him. Sneaking behind her from a different way from the bathroom, standing right behind with the damp cloth filled with cyanide, smiling while she waited in a dark colored, wooden chair for food to be cooked onto the stove impatiently without noticing her own child ready to kill her. Swiftly, Hiryu places the cloth over her mouth, she struggled for dear life with her muffled screams and small hands trying to pry apart the cloth from his own large-looking hands, only to excite the demon even more once he's able to kill her nice and slowly. Cuddling her head slowly after her struggle attempts died, a sleeping corpse while removing the white cloth.

"Sleep mother, I'll take care of you..good care of you.."

It didn't sound too good by the way his smiled turned to a wicked one, letting her go from his grip to fetch some tools to use, keeping her down from not moving around and whatnot. Pulling out traces of barrbed wire from the garage along with a hammer and nails for more amusememt and blood curling screams. Minutes passed since he knocked her complelty out without anything for her to eat, Aoi finally opened her eyes, a bit blury before going into focus to find out she's strapped into a chair with the barrbed wire, bleeding from her arms and wrists. She screamed while trying to move, but only to wound her even more than ever, then heard this dark, insane laughter, laughing at her pain.

"Hello mother, do you like what I have set for you? Its really beautiful on you, like the color of your blood that excites me."

"Who are you?!"

He chuckled faintly, sliding the knife from the table into his right hand walking near her. Pressing the blade firmly to her cheek, sliding it against her skin hard enough to make her bleed and squerm. "You can call me Hiryu, I am not your son you deliberatly abuse every single minute. This is the cause you have done to him, I am born through Yoshio's pain and suffering.."

Aoi glared like she was unaffected to the mark, but knew that the pain of having a blade slicing through her skin hurted like hell also the wire that's still cutting her arms each time she tries to move them. "So?! Does it looking like I care?! My husband's dead, I have nothing to live for.."

"Aw, what a shame." He whispered coldly, not giving a care of what she thought of. "If you have nothing to live for, why didn't you kill yourself? That solves everyone's problems these days, yet you didn't. So why should I care through anyone's suffering.." He laughed insanly, slicing another part of her skin. "I'm the one who cause the pain and sorrow.."

Loosing and loosing more blood by the minute she been tied to the arms of the chair, inches away from death itself while clutching away at the arms. Aoi had another nervous breakdown again. "You cry? Why cry, you didn't show any mercy when beating your own child, why do you weep? Shall I end your life?" He thought about it before shaking his head, sighing. "No, no, too easy. Let's play a game mother, a game where if you can reach the door you'll live, if not die for it."

He smiled, pulling out a pair of wire cutters from the kitchen drawers and sniped away at the barred wire locking her arms in to the arms of the chair, drastically causing her to fall out from the chair and scrambling to a wall to carry herself to stand while Hiryu smiled darkly and follwed her slowly with the partly bloody knife still gripped to his right hand, watching her stand and fall as she bled from her arms.

"Run mother, run mother, you cannot hide from me. Every stick of pain you feel is a happy bliss for me, crying and weeping for life will not get you nowhere but stuck in a casket while you suffer from no air.."

By the last time Aoi had stood up and only some feet away from not getting killed, Hiryu had already stuck the weapon down to her back repeatedly while laughing through the shadows of his own house. Through the soft, white colored blinds that covers between the windows and the murder, no one knew about it til someone had ventured in to find her murdered, slaughtered from the back.

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