Drabble #27
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sagesariaPrompt: #48: Guilty
Fandom: Houshin Engi
Genre: Horror?
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I scared myself again writing this one ._. Inspired by the Houshin Engi roleplay Pocky and I made, Senkaiden Kakuse. I play Fugen there, revived from the dead. He tends to have nightmares. So here’s an example.
The smell of blood was strong, sickening. It was unavoidable. It trickled all over the white floor. It stained the light clothing on the body lying before him. Fugen’s breath caught in his throat when he realized it was on his own hands.
Everything before was gone. No memory of a struggle. Or a conversation. Nothing. He could only stare wide-eyed at the aftermath. And it was all too clear what had happened.
Oh God…
The room spun. His stomach lurched and his whole body shook as he fell to the floor. He struggled to breathe, feeling sick.
Oh God…Oh God…
“Fugen?”
He blinked. Taikoubou was there. His eyes were wide as he stared at the dead body.
“My God, Fugen…what happened in here?”
The words struggled frantically on his lips as he wrung his hands, blood smearing his fingers.
“B-B-Bo-Bou-chan…I-I don’t know how--I-I don’t…I…O-oh God….”
He choked out a sob and curled into a fetal position, hiding his face in his hands as he rocked back and forth. He couldn’t stand it. Any of it. The coppery red smell, the body…he didn’t even know who that person was…why did he kill him? Fugen killed him. He killed a man for no reason. As if there was ever a reason.
Taikoubou’s gloved hands grasped his, pulling them away so he could see his eyes.
“Talk to me…just tell me wh--!!!” He suddenly stopped, pulling away with a gasp of shock. He looked Fugen up and down. Fugen followed his gaze back to his bloody hands. It no doubt stained his face now too.
“I don’t know how….I didn’t mean…I…”
Taikoubou took a step back, shaking his head as he continued to stare in shock. Fugen struggled to his feet, clenching his red hands into fists, refusing to look at them anymore.
“Bou-chan…please believe me…”
He merely turned, not even looking at him again as he left the room.
“Bou-chan! Bou-chan, please! Don’t leave me like this!!!”
He sank to his knees again, unable to ignore the sickening splash as he fell next to the body. Tears streamed down his face as he covered it with his hands again, still shaking.
A sound reached his ears. A garbled, faint scream. Pure agony rang through the voice, and as Fugen lifted his head he knew already what that voice was.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered to the unknown force, “I’m sorry!”
Suddenly the scream exploded in volume, once muffled and distant, now a loud, blood-curdling shriek that hit him like fingers on glass. His hands flew to his ears, scrunching his eyes shut in a wild attempt to block out everything.
“I’m sorry!” he shrieked, “I’m sorry! God, I’m sorry!”
He sobbed hysterically, unable to shut out the voice.
“Please stop…I’m so sorry…”
---
Fugen’s eyes snapped open as his whole body jolted as though he’d tripped. Holding himself up on his hands for a moment, he took a second to realize that he was awake and scrambled to turn on the light at the head of the bed. Immediately he saw as the light came on that his hands were clean.
He sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes reminding himself of that. No blood. No body. No voices. All that remained from his nightmare was the leftover terror, and a few tears in his eyes, which he brushed away when he realized they were there.
Fandom: Houshin Engi
Genre: Horror?
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I scared myself again writing this one ._. Inspired by the Houshin Engi roleplay Pocky and I made, Senkaiden Kakuse. I play Fugen there, revived from the dead. He tends to have nightmares. So here’s an example.
The smell of blood was strong, sickening. It was unavoidable. It trickled all over the white floor. It stained the light clothing on the body lying before him. Fugen’s breath caught in his throat when he realized it was on his own hands.
Everything before was gone. No memory of a struggle. Or a conversation. Nothing. He could only stare wide-eyed at the aftermath. And it was all too clear what had happened.
Oh God…
The room spun. His stomach lurched and his whole body shook as he fell to the floor. He struggled to breathe, feeling sick.
Oh God…Oh God…
“Fugen?”
He blinked. Taikoubou was there. His eyes were wide as he stared at the dead body.
“My God, Fugen…what happened in here?”
The words struggled frantically on his lips as he wrung his hands, blood smearing his fingers.
“B-B-Bo-Bou-chan…I-I don’t know how--I-I don’t…I…O-oh God….”
He choked out a sob and curled into a fetal position, hiding his face in his hands as he rocked back and forth. He couldn’t stand it. Any of it. The coppery red smell, the body…he didn’t even know who that person was…why did he kill him? Fugen killed him. He killed a man for no reason. As if there was ever a reason.
Taikoubou’s gloved hands grasped his, pulling them away so he could see his eyes.
“Talk to me…just tell me wh--!!!” He suddenly stopped, pulling away with a gasp of shock. He looked Fugen up and down. Fugen followed his gaze back to his bloody hands. It no doubt stained his face now too.
“I don’t know how….I didn’t mean…I…”
Taikoubou took a step back, shaking his head as he continued to stare in shock. Fugen struggled to his feet, clenching his red hands into fists, refusing to look at them anymore.
“Bou-chan…please believe me…”
He merely turned, not even looking at him again as he left the room.
“Bou-chan! Bou-chan, please! Don’t leave me like this!!!”
He sank to his knees again, unable to ignore the sickening splash as he fell next to the body. Tears streamed down his face as he covered it with his hands again, still shaking.
A sound reached his ears. A garbled, faint scream. Pure agony rang through the voice, and as Fugen lifted his head he knew already what that voice was.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered to the unknown force, “I’m sorry!”
Suddenly the scream exploded in volume, once muffled and distant, now a loud, blood-curdling shriek that hit him like fingers on glass. His hands flew to his ears, scrunching his eyes shut in a wild attempt to block out everything.
“I’m sorry!” he shrieked, “I’m sorry! God, I’m sorry!”
He sobbed hysterically, unable to shut out the voice.
“Please stop…I’m so sorry…”
---
Fugen’s eyes snapped open as his whole body jolted as though he’d tripped. Holding himself up on his hands for a moment, he took a second to realize that he was awake and scrambled to turn on the light at the head of the bed. Immediately he saw as the light came on that his hands were clean.
He sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes reminding himself of that. No blood. No body. No voices. All that remained from his nightmare was the leftover terror, and a few tears in his eyes, which he brushed away when he realized they were there.
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Date: 2008-09-23 03:14 am (UTC)scariest story ever