Chapter 34 : Making Banshees Scream
Aymichi
I lay on my side on a cot in an abandoned apartment building.
My wound faced the ceiling, it hurt like hell. The slightest
movement aggravated it; walking was torture. Fucking little
Ishida, how the hell did he manage to stick my own knife in me? I
had been so stupid. I shouldn't have taunted him, I should have
just killed the bastard and gotten it over with. Rrr..stupid,
stupid, stupid. You killed the guy's brother so he wants to kill
you, why the bloody fuck did you have to rub it in his face and
make him want to slit your throat even more? Dumb, dumb, dumb.
The voice said to me. Why the hell does it matter? I yell back at
it mentally, I'm never going to kill them all anyway, fuck, I
might even die here today. I had lost a lot of bloody already, my
bloody side might be infected I don't know, I could die within
the next hour
Does it really matter if I kill them all? Would it make any
difference? Each one I kill is just another face I have to see
again in Hell. Fuckit, sometimes I forget why I bother. It's not
like I really give a shit about the people they killed anymore. I
don't know why I even started on this revenge thing. It seemed so
stupid now. I don't miss my family, they were fucked up too. They
fucked me up, but them dying fucked me up more. Odd, really. I
released a bitter laugh, causing a sharp pain to shoot up my
side. So basicly I was on a mission to kill these people without
a real motivation. Sure, as a stupid 12-year old little kid I
watched my family burn in a fire, and that may have started me
off. But now? Now what did I give a shit if these people lived or
died?
If I really looked for a reason maybe I could figure one out. Or
make one up. I could say that I have to kill Ishida now or else
he'd kill me. But that was pretty pointless since I really didn't
give a damn if I died right now. Hell, I'd even welcome it, it's
get rid of this gash in my side at least. I could go with that
other reason, what it was a game. That I was some psycho
wondering if I can kill all the Digidestined that no one
remembers. Why do I even bother thinking about this? It's not as
if anyone cares whether or not I have a reason. They certainly
aren't going to come up to me and ask why I killed their friends.
I sat up, invoking pain upon myself again. I had taken off my
shirt to soak up all the blood so that rag was a sticky mess in
the other corner. Now I was freezing in addition to hurting from
my wound. Maybe I would catch hypothermia and die. Or something.
So many ways I could die, so many ways everyone could die. Every
person will die eventually, so what does it matter how soon they
go? Wouldn't people want to die sooner? Then they would have less
time to do deeds that would send them to hell, and more of
eternity to spend in heaven. But suicide was a sin wasn't it?
Psh, whatever. Whatever morals people set for themselves they'll
follow I guess.
So should I try and kill the rest? Did I really have much else to
do? I was a wanted murderer, it wasn't as if I could go back to
school again. I sneezed, then got up and put on my bloody shirt.
Nasty huh? The thing was a blackish red color, stiff and parts of
it was still wet and sticky. It provided little relief from the
cold. Heheheh, maybe I'll go kill one of them now and steal their
clothes. I sat down again and took out my knife. There was dried
blood on it. Mine or Ishida's? Both probably. I suppose I would
go and kill the blonde when I got another chance. But right
now....maybe someone easier, one that wouldn't put up much of a
fight. Who was there?
Taichi Kamiya was injured, but probably less so than I, he was
still strong, might be able to take me in this condition. His
sister though maybe...little Kari, she wouldn't be too hard. But
the girl probably would be with her brother a lot. Hmmm...
Takenouchi? She played soccer didn't she? I don't think I want a
kick to my side right now. Who did that leave? Izumi and Kido.
Kido would be the smarter choice. His parents and brother were
always on the job. So was he really, but he was home more often
than the others, and when he was he was usually
alone....heeheehee. I giggled a bit, a funny sound considering.
My side still hurt, but it was beginning to numb, probably from
the cold.
Ha, I'm not going to die yet. I needed to see some more blood
first! Beautiful sweet blood...sticky and disgusting too. I
jabbed my knife through the fabric of my shirt and twisted it
around, loosening the threads. It was mindless playing, the
stained crimson threads unraveled and were cut off. I tore a
small hole in my infected rag, my flesh was pale beneathe the
revolting cloth. I stood, fetched my jacket, then pulled it over
my slimey shirt. The jacket pressed the semi-wet fabric of my
shirt against my skin causing this gooey feeling. Real nasty.
Should I head out now? I sat down again, another surge of pain
shot up my side. Did the insane know of their insanity? Were they
aware of everything they do? Ha...hell, I could be in a
straitjacket right now, in a padded cell somewhere, merely
dreaming that I was in a freezing abandoned apartment building
plotting certain murder. Did it really matter though? If I was
locked up, my going on with my plans wouldn't matter at all. If I
wasn't, then woo, more Digidestined will plop dead! Wonder how
many I can get before Christmas.
Heeheehee. How many lonely Digi-families will sit around their
tree this year without their sons and daughters? Lonely, lonely
people. I had been lonely five years ago, when they died. I had
been lonely and helpess and stupid. Stupid little Aymichi was I,
wishing havoc upon the 8 children that saved the city and damned
my soul. Heehee, damned is a funny word. Sometimes I think of
what I could be doing right now if things hadn't gone the way
they have. I would be in high school right now - instead of never
having even gone to high school. I might not have gotten as built
as I was, I wouldn't have as much street smarts and shit. Heh,
for all I know I could have ended up as a pathetic little nerd
guy like Joe.
Joe, Joe, Joe! You're gonna die soon! Is your family's banshee
screaming? Is she crying and wailing and making horrific noises?
Can you hear her shrieking? Speaking of the death that will come
upon you oh so soon? No? I'll make her scream. I'll make you
scream, and bleed, bleeeeed that rich red blood. Or maybe I'll
just shoot you, it's so much easier and cleaner. But blood is
such a satisfying sight...oh! I know! I'll shoot you, then
decapitate you, little Joe! Heeheeheee! Won't it be fun for your
family and friends when they come home to see your head hanging
from the doorway? Huh? Don'tchu think that'd be cool?
Maybe I'll take an arm off too, or something. Maybe I can cut out
your eyeballs and put them in the fruit salad on the counter. Or
how about this? I can shave your head and draw stuff on your bald
scalp! What do you think? So many things...oh, but to do this I'd
need a gun. Where would I get a gun? Hmm, maybe Jimmy will still
sell me one. Yeah, that'd be a good bet. The alleyway black
market was the only way to get what I need - no way I could show
my face in a regular weapon's shop, nope. I tucked my knife into
my coat pocket and was reminded off the sticky shirt I was
wearing.
Hm. I need to go steal more clothes. I'll go do that now, before
I freeze and it'll be a nice warm up for sneaking into Kido's
place. Ah, life ain't so bad, as long as I ignore the plaguing
pain in my side. And that won't be there forever right? Sure it
may be a while before it heals...but it will. Heehee, sorry
Ishida, I'm not dead yet. I haven't died yet. I'm off to kill
another friend of yours! Oh, don't you hate me? Too bad. I like
this game and I'm going to win it! Booyeh. I climbed down the
rickety stairs of the apartment. The streets were pretty empty,
it was only early evening though. Doesn't matter, makes my job
easier.
I stole a better, thicker jacket, it was similar to the other one
I stole - black and leathery. I also snatched a sweater, a few
long-sleeve shirts, and jeans from a small clothing shop.
Secruity is very slacked in the smaller stores. The clerk had no
backup when I knocked her out. I wrapped my wound in clean
bandages, easing the blistering pain significantly. And the
warmer gear helped a lot. I returned to my temperary hideaway in
the apartment and lay down again. No point in rushing too
quickly, I was still pretty weak, I needed rest. I'd head over to
Jimmy's first thing tomorrow and bargain for the gun - then I'd
go over to Joe's. Mm-hmm...tomorrow was what, the 7th of
November, Joe Kido's death day! Woot!
© Kiriska