Throes
Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2004 12:54 am
Cloyingly metallic. The air was tinny with the underlying scent of dried and fresh blood. It was thick with the silence of proud agony. Defiance. The darkness of the night concealed any visible blood, any light which could guide them to peace, and the hope of day interrupting a nightmare.
Blood.
Cloth murmured in the corner. Kagome was attracted to the familiar sound of Inuyasha?s baggy trousers rustling as he shifted. Her head turned towards him, but she was removed from him farther than the few feet which separated them. She knew his long silver hair was matted with his own blood- where it hadn?t been scalped in strips from his forehead to jutting ear. His claws were ripped off his hands and feet, taking strings of flesh with them. He was impaled to the wooden wall with his own sword, had been for days, the metal making it impossible for his wound to heal around it. Scratches in a pale mockery of his claw-marks marred his flawless skin. Whip blisters on his abdomen and back stung with poisons to hamper his healing. His blood pooled as far as her cramped, crossed legs, and splattered artfully on the walls. She remembered from before it went dark. The image of tortured Inuyasha would stay burned on her eyelids for the rest of her life, however short that may be.
Flesh.
?Don?t look at me!? Inuyasha rasped, his rough voice almost unrecognizable through the pain. He strained futilely against the thick manacles holding him in place. They both knew he hadn?t the strength to break them. The metal clanked. His clothing whispered dark secrets of suffering. An animalistic growl emerged from his swollen and cracked lips, then broke into a cough wet with blood. ?I can?t stand to see you??
Anguish.
?I understand.? She turned away and tucked herself into a tiny ball. She wished she had the luxury of tears. She wished she could comfort him, had comfort for herself. There was nothing that could be said. It was so dark and cold. She could almost hear crickets beyond the wooden cabin wall. The nightly nocturnal animals were out. A wolf howled in the distance and she entertained the brief hope that Kouga would manage to save them. Or Sango. Or the brave Miroku. Even from beyond the grave. Kagome stretched the limits on her mortal hearing so far she almost missed the soft shuffling of feet nearing the door. Inuyasha tensing, ready for this newest battle, alerted her.
Fear.
The walking stopped outside the doorway. Beads tinkled as they were parted and they fell mutely against the soft flesh of the limping person entering the room. Their torturer was female, but had become sexless in Kagome?s mind eons ago. It wasn?t particularly strong, just flawlessly evil, taking enjoyment in horrific acts of torture. And the killing. No person could do the things Kagome had been forced to watch.
Intimidation.
?So Inuyasha, what will you let me do today?? It had such a mundane voice. Kagome hadn?t noticed when she could see the maniac smile. ?I was thinking?? It continued on conversationally.
?Yeah, you?re looking more strained than usual.? Kagome winced in sympathy at the slap of leather against flesh. Inuyasha had a snarky comment to the end, and it was shaping up to be his end.
?Never interrupt me again.? Whip. ?It?s rude.? The whip once again scored against raw flesh. ?I was thinking of breaking the bones in your hand.? The snap and crunch of munching on pretzels. Inuyasha didn?t utter a sound. ?And then I?d take these little tweezers and haul every bone out of your hand.? For minutes- maybe hours- there were only strange squelching sounds, and the click of metal against solid bone. Kagome strained towards Inuyasha, wishing she could do something.
The piercing laugh of the insane reverberated through the room.
?Let?s see your bones grow back now! Did you see what I did to your little doggy-boy, Kagome?? Laughter. The sound of many small things bouncing to the floor, like skittles or toothpicks, almost drowned out the dying hilarity. Inuyasha?s bones.
Humility.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to see Inuyasha?s insolent and brave face. She needed to see the sun and know she had made it through another day. She knew she would never see any of these things again.
She had her eyes gouged out yesterday.
The sharp points of Inuyasha?s disconnected nails sliced through her eyeballs like a spoon through ice-cream. The pressure behind them screamed through her eye socket and sparked the optic nerve, skittering pain through her skull. Fresh blood flowed warmly over her cheeks, and she choked on it. For once Inuyasha swallowed his pride and screamed with her.
Pain.
?I was wondering, Dog.? It spat out. ?Who would you rather die first?? Kagome didn?t need eyes to know they were both looking at her. The silence was prolonged and she ached to see Inuyasha once more, knowing he had a difficult judgment to make. She heard a bird chirp in the innocent world.
Sacrifice.
?Kagome.? Inuyasha?s voice was soft, almost gentle. His voice conveyed words he couldn?t in present company. She heard his anguished gasp. Then she heard nothing.
Kagome never saw it coming.
?RelenaFanel2004
Blood.
Cloth murmured in the corner. Kagome was attracted to the familiar sound of Inuyasha?s baggy trousers rustling as he shifted. Her head turned towards him, but she was removed from him farther than the few feet which separated them. She knew his long silver hair was matted with his own blood- where it hadn?t been scalped in strips from his forehead to jutting ear. His claws were ripped off his hands and feet, taking strings of flesh with them. He was impaled to the wooden wall with his own sword, had been for days, the metal making it impossible for his wound to heal around it. Scratches in a pale mockery of his claw-marks marred his flawless skin. Whip blisters on his abdomen and back stung with poisons to hamper his healing. His blood pooled as far as her cramped, crossed legs, and splattered artfully on the walls. She remembered from before it went dark. The image of tortured Inuyasha would stay burned on her eyelids for the rest of her life, however short that may be.
Flesh.
?Don?t look at me!? Inuyasha rasped, his rough voice almost unrecognizable through the pain. He strained futilely against the thick manacles holding him in place. They both knew he hadn?t the strength to break them. The metal clanked. His clothing whispered dark secrets of suffering. An animalistic growl emerged from his swollen and cracked lips, then broke into a cough wet with blood. ?I can?t stand to see you??
Anguish.
?I understand.? She turned away and tucked herself into a tiny ball. She wished she had the luxury of tears. She wished she could comfort him, had comfort for herself. There was nothing that could be said. It was so dark and cold. She could almost hear crickets beyond the wooden cabin wall. The nightly nocturnal animals were out. A wolf howled in the distance and she entertained the brief hope that Kouga would manage to save them. Or Sango. Or the brave Miroku. Even from beyond the grave. Kagome stretched the limits on her mortal hearing so far she almost missed the soft shuffling of feet nearing the door. Inuyasha tensing, ready for this newest battle, alerted her.
Fear.
The walking stopped outside the doorway. Beads tinkled as they were parted and they fell mutely against the soft flesh of the limping person entering the room. Their torturer was female, but had become sexless in Kagome?s mind eons ago. It wasn?t particularly strong, just flawlessly evil, taking enjoyment in horrific acts of torture. And the killing. No person could do the things Kagome had been forced to watch.
Intimidation.
?So Inuyasha, what will you let me do today?? It had such a mundane voice. Kagome hadn?t noticed when she could see the maniac smile. ?I was thinking?? It continued on conversationally.
?Yeah, you?re looking more strained than usual.? Kagome winced in sympathy at the slap of leather against flesh. Inuyasha had a snarky comment to the end, and it was shaping up to be his end.
?Never interrupt me again.? Whip. ?It?s rude.? The whip once again scored against raw flesh. ?I was thinking of breaking the bones in your hand.? The snap and crunch of munching on pretzels. Inuyasha didn?t utter a sound. ?And then I?d take these little tweezers and haul every bone out of your hand.? For minutes- maybe hours- there were only strange squelching sounds, and the click of metal against solid bone. Kagome strained towards Inuyasha, wishing she could do something.
The piercing laugh of the insane reverberated through the room.
?Let?s see your bones grow back now! Did you see what I did to your little doggy-boy, Kagome?? Laughter. The sound of many small things bouncing to the floor, like skittles or toothpicks, almost drowned out the dying hilarity. Inuyasha?s bones.
Humility.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to see Inuyasha?s insolent and brave face. She needed to see the sun and know she had made it through another day. She knew she would never see any of these things again.
She had her eyes gouged out yesterday.
The sharp points of Inuyasha?s disconnected nails sliced through her eyeballs like a spoon through ice-cream. The pressure behind them screamed through her eye socket and sparked the optic nerve, skittering pain through her skull. Fresh blood flowed warmly over her cheeks, and she choked on it. For once Inuyasha swallowed his pride and screamed with her.
Pain.
?I was wondering, Dog.? It spat out. ?Who would you rather die first?? Kagome didn?t need eyes to know they were both looking at her. The silence was prolonged and she ached to see Inuyasha once more, knowing he had a difficult judgment to make. She heard a bird chirp in the innocent world.
Sacrifice.
?Kagome.? Inuyasha?s voice was soft, almost gentle. His voice conveyed words he couldn?t in present company. She heard his anguished gasp. Then she heard nothing.
Kagome never saw it coming.
?RelenaFanel2004
