thousandsunfire
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this is the fifth chapter of Seethe, a story by me. the following are links to previous chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4.
He was running. From what, he didn't know. He couldn't bring himself to look back, he feared what horrible thing might be lurking there. He felt cold, he felt afraid, he felt isolated. All he could do was run, run to the darkness that permeated him, the all encompassing blackness of complete nothingness. There was nothing but void, nothing but nothingness in this existence. As the sheer weight of nothing crushed his mind, filled it with dark thoughts, he felt himself about to collapse. He stopped running. Fear grew in his stomach, causing him to lurch forward. "No," he thought, "Not this time." He turned...and then...he screamed...
Hiro awoke in a sweat. "Just another dream," he thought, "I can handle it."
Sudden alarm entered Hiro's brain. He had fallen asleep at Mimi's house! Was she okay? Did he hurt her during the night or maybe even... He turned over quickly, Mimi was still there and appeared to be fine. Hiro let out a sigh of relief. Awareness flowed into Hiro. He felt his senses return, and with them a barrage of stimuli. The room smelled of sweat and love. A smell that can only describe the mingling of bodies united in an act of love. He gazed upon Mimi's face. He found a small grin upon her cheeks, like that of someone who had gone to be happy, or possibly even...satisfied?
Hiro got out of bed and put his pants on. He heard Mimi stir. She rose slowly and smiled at him. At first no words passed between them, but there was a mutual feeling of understanding. A new bond had surfaced between them, a strong bond, a dangerous bond.
"Today is Shin's funeral," Hiro broke the silence.
The smile faded from Mimi's face. "Yeah," she said in a melancholy tone.
"With your parents out of town," Hiro began, "How are you going to get there?"
"I was hoping you could take me," she hinted.
"That's fine," he said, "I just need to stop by my house and get dressed first."
"This talk is cheap," he thought to himself, "Meaningless stuff. You know what you want to ask her. Now do it." He wanted to ask what happened last night, he wanted to know if this was for real, he just couldnt bring himself to say it.
"Okay," Mimi said, snapping Hiro out of his thoughts, "I already have my clothes picked out. Just let me put them on and I'll go to your house with you."
"Sounds good," he said...
At the funeral Hiro stood alone. He felt wrong for even being here.
"I had to come," he reminded himself, "Shin was my best friend after all."
"How odd for the murderer to be at the funeral of the murdered," the voices cackled.
"Can't you ever shut up?," Hiro thought with exasperation.
"We gave you a night," the voices responded somewhat agressively.
This much was true. They had given him a night with Mimi. She was still alive, he was happy. He shut the voices out. "Better to not even think about that at all," he thought, "I owe them no thanks."
Hiro had kept himself away from the processions of the funeral for much of its duration, but he approached when the casket was being lowered into the ground. His legs unconciously brought him next to Mimi. She began to falter, he put his arm around her for support. He felt her body shake with tremulous, tearless weeping. Hiro knew that he should feel sad. He should be on his knees crying. He should be collapsing from grief like Mimi. He didn't feel sadness, grief, or even guilt. A black evil had buried its roots in his heart. It grew there, it was larger everyday. Hiro felt the black flower upon his chest, he knew it was there, he wondered why the others couldn't see it.
Hiro felt another thing as well. It was just a black, just as evil, just as prominent as the flower. He could not identify it, but he could feel it. It filled his body with fear, it was as if he was running from something. "I must know what it is," Hiro thought, "I must face this terror." Hiro turned to meet the object of his fear...but there was nothing there...
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