D.E.A.T.H

This is a story I wrote some time ago about one of my darker characters, Kayoko. After revising it a bit, I decided to share it with you guys. I'm not sure it if you will enjoy the story--it might be disturbing in some ways--but if you do, let me know and I will post more of it. For now, you only get a sample. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. <333

~~~~~~~~~ D.E.A.T.H~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prologue.....

DEATH…the word that brings interesting things to the simple-minded humans of this world; when you say the word death to them, some choose not to think about it...some choose to fear it…some choose to embrace it…some choose to study it, but I choose something different when I hear the word death—life. I am Neko Kayoko, the last person in the world; well I wouldn’t call it a world. The definition of world is a place where millions of organisms live; the world I live on…the population is one.

Darkness—the omission of light; an ominous aura that intoxicates purity and consumes the bravest and most holy of people…Evil—the sentience to commit cruel and unusual crimes to the weak and innocent; ritually hated, it is often embraced within the deepest parts of our hearts…Abandoned—to be thrown away into the abyss and left alone in the gutter with an utterance of guilt or reason; a time in which calls for tears and vengeance …Tainted—an un pure, contaminated, intoxicated entity of existence; something that has or will have affected us all…Hatred—to be abandoned by the world and to abandon the world its self; an emotion dominant within our souls but forever present within our consciousness.

When the words are combined they created one simple word—D.E.A.T.H…the word that brings interesting things to the simple-minded creatures of this world. When you say the word death to them, some choose not to think about it…some choose to fear it…some choice to love it…some choose to study it, but what I choose when I hear the word death, is life. I am Neko Kayoko; I am the true meaning of D.E.A.T.H. The world the surrounds me has no sun, the world that surrounds me has no good, the world that surrounds me has no life, the world that surrounds me is impure, the world that surrounds me has no love—in fact, the world surrounding me isn’t a world at all. This wasteland used to be full of life, love, and dignity. I am here to tell you how this once beautiful world was overcome by D.E.A.T.H.

It was about 14 years ago…I was 4 years of age; I don’t remember all the memories quite well, but I remember a few details that can describe of how I became D.E.A.T.H.

My parents, they were the most beautiful things I have ever saw when I first opened my eyes; my mother had her beautiful ruby orbs and shining black hair; every time I peered at her flowing locks, I felt like I was sliding down a beautiful, black rainbow. Her melodic laugh and smile was just to die for—I mean that literally. My father, he was my hero; just like a little boy who looked up to his father, I desired to possess his wondrous strength—I guess I was strange; he had such strong muscles that I loved to hang on and swing on into the skies; he was like my big dinosaur pet. However, families aren’t perfect, as I had figured out the hard way; my parents were scientists. They weren’t just any scientist, they were special scientist that were working on the plan D.E.A.T.H super human; the human that would have the ability purge the world from complete evil…or banish the world into complete destruction and chaos. After years of hard work they created a special system to insert gas into the neuropterans of the brain, increasing your mental ability. You’d be surprised how much energy is used to create a single thought and with this haze in your brain, you could produce an enormous beam of pure energy. This would be coalesced with your feelings, gathering the majority of energy, whether negative or positive, then as a final act gather at your life source, your heart, and accelerate from your body. It will destroy all evil or all good, depending on your most potent energy.

Everyone possesses evil and good, but every entity is influenced specifically by one and without it they are extirpated. My parents had good hearts, they really did, their goal was to destroy all evil in the world and create a utopia. However, in the process of introducing this gas to humans, they discovered it was too much for their human immune systems—they needed an anthro; a young one with a healthy immune system. Not many people would want to give up their anthro-child and they could not pick a kid off the street; they were usually sick. You can guess who they chose as their guinea pig—me, their only daughter, who thought of them as nothing but perfect.

When I was four years of age, they brought me for the first time into the lab of ‘dreams,’ it was the most beautiful place I ever saw; all the glass and potions of different colors, rainbow hues and shades shining on my face—my mother let me where her large white lab coat. It was all a big game to me; just another playground for me to explore, but my mother and my father did not seem too ecstatic. They brought me to a machine—it resembled one of their test tubes, just bigger and with an automatic door. When they told me to go inside, I refused; they told me it was a game and if I won we could go out and eat ice cream, and then I asked if one of them could go inside with me.

“No dear you have to be a big kitty.”

My mother’s voice sounded so melodic and innocuous that I smiled and skipped into the container without a doubt in my mind. The door closed. My lips were curved into an innocent smile, but I still did not get the game. I sat down in the container and waited; my mother went behind a machine and my father…was staring at me. I remember those once strong pools that fought away all the boogey men and creatures that chased me in my nightmares—and how then, they were now full of sorrow. I automatically sensed something was wrong with my father and tried to leave the glass. That’s when it started—I remember my screams.

“Mommy I can’t get out!” My mother did not responded; she just simply stood beside my father and muttered the words that changed my life.

“Activate.”

Then purple gas started to enter the container; I started to cry.

“Mommy! What are you doing? Daddy, I’m scared!” I started hitting on the gas, but the countenance of my mother and father didn’t change—they looked cold, apathetic…heartless—they did not care to save their screaming child. The purple gas entered my body, and I felt like my chest was tightening up and my brain was about to explode. I screamed again, half in pain and half pleading for my mother and father to let me out. The gas started obscure my vision; my brain and chest felt like they were going to break through my skin. “Mommy, it hurts! Daddy, make it stop!” My screams echoed through my own ears as I was starting to lose reality. I leaned against the cold glass—my world was spinning and the pain wouldn’t stop; I caught one last glance at my mother and father’s cold stares before my world went into its first stage of darkness.

Chapter one......

It’s true that the experiment did work and I had the fate of the world in my small hands, but what my cruel mother and father did not know was that the gas did not only trigger my mental abilities—it triggered my…well I can’t find a word for it. Let’s just say that their little infallible girl wasn’t perfect after all—I had a metal disorder—no I wasn’t disabled in a learning manner, but my ability to have a conscience was non-existent—I was a sociopath. In my young state, the disease had not kicked in and it wasn’t even developed to a point of concern, but the gas had messed up my capability to sustain it. My negative energy accelerated and my positive energy diminished…so I was not only a kindergarten sociopath, I was a walking time bomb. My parents were primarily unaware of this, but soon they became attentive to strange behavior in me. It was about a year later and my mother was walking down the hall—I imagine she was doing her daily check up on me; she approached my door.

“Honey I…” she voiced trailed off and I can only imagine the look on her heavenly face when she saw me tear off the head off a bunny stuffed animal. I picked up another stuffed animal, a frog this time, and started singing.

“Round and round the cobbler's bench…the neko chased the froggie. The neko thought 'twas all in fun…” Then my hand jerked the frog’s head and it tore off, sending the stuffing on my face and in my hair. “Pop…goes the froggie.” I set the frog down onto the floor. I don’t know what exactly was going though my head…but I wanted to just decapitate every stuffed animal in my room and see the stuffing fly around—it felt soothing and activate a sadistic humor to imagine something suffering. Again, I can only imagine the terrified look on my mother’s cold pale face; the next thing I heard was the door close again—she must have not done a good job because I could still hear her speak to my father.

“She’s doing it again…” My mother said in a fearful voice. My father paused; I could imagine that he was hoping it was something innocuous. I presume he was apprehensive of the answer to his obvious question.

“Doing what?” My father slowly said.

“Singing her creepy songs and destroying her dolls,” My mother responded; I could imagine her lower her beautiful hair over her eyes and sigh before my father would place a comforting hand over his shoulder. “Do you think that…maybe she’s acting this way because-” Then my father rudely interrupted.

“Don’t speak of such things!”

“But dear…before this she was sweet and innocent…sure you don’t think she is--”

“I don’t know…but, if she indeed has…a problem, I’m afraid she’s a threat to the world”

That’s when my heart skipped a beat—a threat? Me? Strangely, I wasn’t scared or surprised—more like excited. However, I continued to eagerly listen as I heard my mother speak after a long duration of silence.

“You’re not suggesting that we…”

“I don’t know.”

“But she’s our little girl…”

“I know…”

At this point, it sounded like my parent’s harmonious voices were broken—they were crying. My father spoke again, “We’ll give it a few months; if she gets any worse, we will do what is necessary.” My mother never answered so I assumed she nodded. Questions ran through my head; what were they planning to do? How was I a threat? What did they mean if I became worse?

As destiny would have it, I did become worse—soon the dolls were not enough. I moved to torturing little birds and mice. Naturally, this wouldn’t seem too abnormal for a neko, but even I personally believe that it was a bit strange that I was cutting off the heads of the birds and mice—I also think that nailing their heads into the walls of my room then eating the rest was perhaps strange…and even placing the bones on my mother and father’s door as a present for their birthday would cause concern. However, even that wasn’t enough to convince my parents and I was safe. However that changed with the incident of Sally…

Sally was an innocent bull—now you might think there’s no such thing but there is when it comes to us anthros. Sally was just following her instincts; she was a wolf anthro and what better was to entertain a wolf than to pick on a neko? I suppose I should feel some remorse to what I did to Sally. Sally had been bullying me ever since I started school and I always tolerated it like it was nothing or fled—guess I was following my instincts too. I had the experiment done during Spring Break…so when I went back to school, I didn’t exactly run this time. My parents, with their job, didn’t have the leisure to pick me up from school so I walked home on my own—very nice for a 5 year old right? I was intelligent though, due to the experiment, so locating my home was simple—this was Sally’s favorite time to pick on me. So I was walking home like I did everyday; the sidewalk smelled of apples and orange—the beautiful trees were full of them. I was in the middle of the pathway when dearest Sally jumped down from the tree in front of me…

“Kitty Kaypukeo…long time no see,” she said to me. She had startled me so that I had fallen onto the pavement. “Still as little and small as ever,” she continued in her usual taunting voice.

My focus was mainly on the pain in my tail that I had landed on—I didn’t even hear her really. Simply grabbing my tail and started to tend to it, I completely ignored my adversary—but I guess Miss Sally did not approve of this; she grabbed my tail from my clutches and pulled me up, causing me to wince and sound from sharp pain.

“Pay attention to me, you cat!” She threw me back down on my tail, sending another jolt of pain through my spinal cord.

“Leave me alone Sally,” I said quietly through the pain as I reached for my tail, but she amusingly stepped on it with her big paws. When I screamed, no one was around to hear me.

“Just like old times, right cat? Now what shall I have you do for me today…” This was Sally’s routine with me—enjoy hearing me scream than demand for so-called entertainment. “I know, since you love your tail so much…I want you to hang yourself on that branch by your tail.” I cast an oblique glance at the tree; it was a high branch and my tail was already sore. I looked back at Sally.

“No.”

“What did you say?” Sally said with slight shock in her voice.

“I said no.”

Suddenly my head started to fill with ominous thoughts of what I could do to her—I wonder how her head would look displayed upon my wall, how her flesh would taste in my mouth, the most invigorating thought was imagining her final squeal before death. My voice became dark and creepy in my ears—I felt as if evil had possessed me and it felt wondrous. I could tell that Sally was intimidated from dramatic change— loss of blood made her face ashen. I drank in this fear; it illuminated my thoughts and I just desired to make her crumble into a crimpled state—to squeal and whine like my previous victims. I spoke again and my voice became more eerie.

“Why don’t we do something else…”

I stood and canted my head back to look at her face. As the pools of our souls met, Sally retreated back; I assume she saw something in eyes…as most people do when I am in this malevolent euphoria.

“Kayoko…ok I was just playing with you, you can leave,” she said with fear in her voice. My lips curved into a demonic smirk—oh how I imbibed that fear—I extended my claws from my paws and elongated them towards her countenance. In a way, I had no idea what I was doing; I just yearned to see her cower even more…to see her shake and tremble in fear.

“But I’ve only started playing with you…”

As if my parent’s cruel experimenting had grasped my heart, I reached up my claws and points across the soft flesh Sally’s cheek. Sally’s now petrified voice yelped in pain as crimson jewels left her skin and blessed my claws—my first sight of wolf blood. You wouldn’t believe the pleasure that shivered inside me…down to the very depths of my soul—I wanted more. Suddenly my vision became obscure, my heart started pounded in my ears, and my head felt like to was going to explode. I couldn’t control my urge—my urge to kill her.

It all happened so fast. Before I knew what I was doing, I felt the cold, hard rock within the palm of my hands and heard the cracking of Sally’s skull as I beat it into the right side of her head, causing the broken head to slam straight into my claws, placed on left side of her head. The blood spilled onto my face at an abnormal rate—I guess I hit a blood vessel. As stared at the sight before I, my ears picked up the faint breathing –I didn’t kill her. I didn’t fully comprehend it all, but as I watched her body twitch in my claws and inaudible words spill out of her mouth along with blood, my nerves rattled on the inside like they were going to burst—it felt so good. I just stared at her pitiful twitching body, enjoying it all. Her life was within my hands—the last bit of it and I wasn’t going to spear it; I twisted my claws and withdrew them, making her fall and die all at once...I imagine it was a very painful death… The blood from her brain arteries poured from her head in a puddle around my feet…I observed my claws, small pieces of her flesh fell from their lengths...and I wiped the blood from my face. Such a beautiful thing it was to see…I laughed; such a wonderful feeling it was! Lying down in the puddle of blood, I rolled around it like it was a beautiful spring of flowers—laughing…spreading all my joy to the world…

I don’t remember much after that—it seemed to go all black. I don’t know if it was because I went into psychotic black out or someone came by and knocked me out—I just don’t know—but when I awoke, I know that I resting in the bed of my parents’ room. I presume that they found me before anyone else did, luckily, and took me home. I also predict that they cleaned up the mess with flawless skill as they always did. I don’t know what they did with the body and what they told the parents; being in the anthro world, many things could have happen to a poor wolf child—it’s just the world we live in. Besides, no one would suspect a petite neko, like myself, to do this. When I awoke, I assumed it was a few days after the incident—guess I was out for a while.

I heard my mother speaking to my father in the hallway; she seemed to be crying.

“Can’t we just…run away with her?”

“No, dear…no matter where we take her. She will be corrupted.”

My father’s flat voice and words sprang questions through my head again, corrupted? Me?

“We have to do it dear, for everyone protection,” my father continued.

“No! I refuse I…I can’t.”

At this point, I had gotten up from the bed and moved to the door, looking out at them. My mother face was drenched in tears and she was holding onto my father—he seemed to be on the verge of tears but held them back and just embraced my mother as he spoke.

“I’m sorry dear…if you don’t I will…don’t worry we can replace her.”

Then my heart seemed to stop; I wasn’t even capable of hearing my mother’s response. Replace? Me? What did they mean? Were they…it can’t be…can it? I refocused my ears and listened more as my father spoke again.

“We will take her to the beach tomorrow and then send her into the ocean.”

“Yes, dear.”

What was I going to do? They were going to kill me! Tomorrow at the beach! My favorite place in the world! How dare they, I thought, I’m their daughter! I guess for a moment, I was filled with hatred…but then I thought—wait these are my parents, my loved ones; they wouldn’t kill me. I filled with happiness; I was going to the beach. I hurried into bed and cuddled my pillow tightly. It wasn’t before long till I awoke again in the middle of the night, my mind full of doubt—I slipped a knife in my clothes whilst my parents slept.

Naïve no? Well, I was only 5. The next morning, my mother and father took me to the beach—I thought it was the best day of my life; we had hotdogs and hamburgers on this big ship. It was our personal cruise; the sun was bright and beautiful, my mother and I tanned in the sun; my dad and I went ocean fishing and I caught a biggest fish I ever saw. If I never go to heaven when I die, that would be my heaven—but Heaven was the start of my path to Hell. It was late and we all relaxed on the deck of the ship in a big warm blanket.

“Kayoko dear, we have something to give you,” my mother said as she ran her delicate fingers through my hair. I giggled; I loved it when she did that to me.

“What is it, mommy?” I responded in my cheerful voice. Just then, my father placed a small wrapped box into my blanket-covered lap. My eyes twinkled in curiosity. “It isn’t my birthday.” My mother laughed softly.

“We know; we just wanted to give you a present for being just a good kitty.” I blinked and slowly untied the ribbon before opening the box. Inside, there was a little hand made cloth doll. “I made it myself…I hope you don’t mind the bad stitches, it’s my first doll.” I looked up at my mom who was now blushing—her scarlet cheeks made her look beautiful. I smiled and kissed my mother on her red cheek before picking up the doll and embracing it lovingly. My father smiled then exchanged looks with my mother and I noticed a sort of sadness in his eyes; I blinked and faced at my father.

“Daddy what’s-”

Before I could finish the sentence, my mother wrapped her hands around my mouth and body, lifted me into the air while my father took the blanket and wrapped me up in it like a bag—he tied the end in a knot. It all happened so fast…

“ Daddy! Mommy what are you doing! I’m scared!!”

Panic was raced through me; I didn’t know what was happening—all I could see was the blanket and the little doll in my hands. Then I heard their last words…

“We’re sorry Kayoko…” said my mother.

“Its for the best” said my father.

Then I felt myself drop over the edge of the boat…down…down…and into the cold dark water….