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Run Away Before It's Too Late

You Pull the Trigger Just for Fun Forgetting I’m a Loaded Gun

You Pull the Trigger Just for Fun Forgetting I’m a Loaded Gun

*******KAt's POV******

Ever since I had that dream, Naraku has been continuously screwing with my mind whenever I fall asleep. I’m extremely jumpy and on edge because of that. The asshole knows just how to get to me. He’s lucky I don’t know where he lives or where he is hiding. Whichever one it is. Otherwise, there would be a dead asshole and a happy me. What? I’m just stating a fact.
I know I must do whatever I can to protect my new family. They don’t deserve what Naraku plans to bring down upon them if I stay with them any longer. If I’m lucky, he’ll leave them alone if I leave. But with my luck, he’ll be an asshole like he always is and attack them. I know what I have to do. I’ll go someplace that I know he will come out and attack me in. then, I’ll deal with him. And if worse comes to worse, I know what I have to do.
I leave in the middle of the night with only the clothes on my back. I know just the spot. I remember it well from my childhood. The familiar, dark, abandoned house greet me. What a god damn eyesore. The black woods surround the clearing it is in. Well, except for behind the house for that is where the cliff is. I sit down in the middle and close my eyes, waiting for him. I want him to think he has the upper hand.
I hear the crunching of dead organisms under booted feet and I relax my body even more than it already is. I feel his scarlet eyes on me. If I know him well enough, which I’d like to think I do after all know thy enemy, he’ll be thinking that this will be way too easy to take me back. Bastard has another thing coming to him.
I hear him walk closer. I feel his hot, disgusting breath on the back of my neck but still I do not move. “Well well, what do we have here?” I do not answer. He goes to grab the scruff of my neck/shirt. I twist at the last second and grab his arms. I open my eyes and twist his arm. He howls in pain. I slam my fist into his stomach; he merely grunts so I slam my foot into his crotch. He goes wide eyed and cross eyed as he falls down with a keening whine.
I grab his head and slam it into my knee. I break his nose. He hisses and takes a swing at me. I merely sidestep his blow. Fool can’t aim for anything. I grab my arm and twist it behind his back again. He tries to toss me off so I merely twist more. I smile as I hear his shoulder pop. I dislocated it. I grab his hair and twist his head so that we are face to face.
“Listen and listen well Dillion.” His eyes widen and he sneers.
“My name isn’t Dillion! It’s Naraku!” I merely laugh.
“Bitch, we both know it’s Dillion. You only say it’s Naraku because you’re insane and have heard the Japanese legend of Naraku. About how he slaughtered and murdered tens of thousands of people. How he was the worst serial killer. Mainly because he was a supposed hanyo. You are stupid. You’re pathetic. You make me fucking sick!” I scream the last part into his ear. I slam my knee as hard as I can into his face. I feel some bones shatter and I smile. I fling him away from me.
“And if you ever and I mean EVER go after my new family, I will gut you while you still breathe.” I sneer and walk away. He just glares at me from his crumpled position on the ground. I snicker cruelly and walk back towards Oli’s house. It will take me about two hours to get back. I stop in the middle of the forest as I remember something. My face contorts in anger as I remember the tracking device Dillion had implanted into the back of my neck.
I look around and see a piece of glass. I grab it and make a small incision right where I remember him having it implanted. I drop the glass and dig into my flesh with my nail. I feel something foreign in my flesh and scrap at it. I feel it under my nail. I flick it from underneath my nail. I feel a small amount of blood trickle down the back of my neck to my back. My phone vibrates. I had turned it to vibrate earlier for I did not it to go off while I was beating the crap out of Dillion.
I answer it. “Where are you Kathandria?! You have me so worried! Please tell me you’re okay!” Oli says. I sigh heavily.
“I’ll explain when I get home. I guess it’s time to let the cat out of the bag.” I say then hang up. Looks like I’m running home. When I run and manage to keep a good pace, I can make it from home in about thirty minutes or so. It depends on the pace I keep up.
I arrive home in twenty-five minutes. I made good time. Oli comes out. He has dried tear streaks on his face. I run up to him and hug him. He hugs me back as he starts crying once more. “Where were you?” I sigh.
“Call all the other bands and Johnnie. It’s time everyone knew.” I say wearily as I go and sit on the couch. I lay down. It’s like seven in the morning. I had left at two or three in the morning. Huh, fighting Dillion must have lasted for quite a while since it only took me about two and a half hours to get to the spot in the woods. An hour later, everyone is here. Even Jason and Damon are here.
“Okay. It’s time I explained Naraku or rather, Dillion. He was a friend of my father that was always around. Before my father started doing what he did, Dillion was the first one to do so. I believe it was he who suggested making money off of me to my father for my father always gave him a cut. He would always hit me if I did anything to displease him or anything. After I was kicked out, he found out where I was and kidnapped me. He tortured me in many ways to get his sadistic pleasure. He knows just how to get to me. He threatened to kill all of you except you Johnnie. You Johnnie, he was planning on giving to his daughter. She’s like him in many ways.” I sigh. I finish explaining the rest.

Notes

1158 words. I'm so upset. My friend's going on Warped Tour this year!

Comments

So what if you're "crazy". We're all "crazy" in our own way. Hell I'm even a little "crazy". Being "crazy" just means you're limited edition and not a washing machine. People need to think before they speak and open their minds before their mouths. Show them how it feels to be treated the way they treat you. Kick their a$$ a little.

One of my ex-friends went to a place that's a little similar to the place you went.


If you ever need to talk, I'm here to listen :)

I love the fact that he says my daughter.

@Jaxx_Hysteria
Thanks. That's good because I noticed that i'm actually pretty good at writing dark/disturbing things.

@Uchigawa_ni_shinda17
yay i like things that are dark and if you need new friends this bitch right here will love on you darlin

@jackiegirl
Sorry, I'm just seeing this now. But thank you though I don't really feel like I'm any good. Aww, that's sweet and I hope I will too.
But yeah, I'm planning on writing a new fanfic to help me feel better since it'll distract me from all the bullshit my family and "friends" are putting me through lately.
Oh P.S.: The sequel is going to be rather dark with torture (detailed descriptions probably), possible character death/murder, maybe mentions of rape (Not quite certain on this part), and more but yeah. Just a heads up.