A Murder Most Foul Who: Touya What: Losing It Where: Tokyo, Freedem Campus. When: December 25th, 2009, 3am Rating: R Status: Complete
WARNING: GRAPHICALLY VIOLENT IMAGES, DISTURBING SCENES, TRIGGER WARNINGS, DISTURBING SEXUAL IMAGES, MURDER, TORTURE, MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEATH
Tokyo is always awake.
Touya's eyes are sharp as he scans the streets, lips curling into a sneer as he watches the idiotic people go about their lives. He wonders if they have any clue what the fuck the world is actually like as he shifts, the sheathe of his knife pressing against his forearm and reassuring him that he can defend himself if needs be. Touya has never been one to believe in the concept of safety. Locked doors can be broken down, throats can be slit. The human body is endlessly fragile and it still fascinates him even now how such a simple thing like stabbing someone in the thigh could sever a large, but hidden artery, causing the victim to bleed out within minutes. There are so many ways to kill someone, so many ways to hurt them and Touya is willing to admit to himself that he has a morbid fascination with all of them. The shouting of street vendors reaches his ears, their voices tinny and high-pitched, but soothingly, comfortingly Japanese. He draws his knife, feeling a strange excitement come over him as a mist begins to roll in, lazily drowning the world. There are footsteps behind him and he holds out his hand, some of the tension that he always carries with him fading away to nothing as Sayuri's smaller fingers wrap around his own; warm, solid and real.
Sayuri in one hand, his already bloodstained knife in the other, Touya walks into the mist, unafraid.
The field that he stands in was once unfamiliar to him. The squat, ugly buildings that rose in front of him were also unfamiliar once, but now are intimately known. Beside him, Sayuri lets out a small sigh, reluctantly shifting to let go of his hand. "They're waiting," she murmurs to him and Touya nods, his expression softening as he leans in and lets his lips brush over hers, smirking at the surprised expression on her face, the slight widening of her eyes. "Asshole," she says, a hint of a pout in her voice and his smirk deepens as he pulls away, the tightening sensation in his chest reminding him that he's hers and she's his.
"No."
Touya's head snaps to one side, eyes narrowing as the mists begin to dissipate, parting enough for the speaker to step out from them, a smirk that mirror's Touya's earlier one on His face. "She ain't just yours, fucktard," his doppelganger moves forward, His face endlessly familiar. It's His eyes which are the most unnerving. Hard and dark, just like Touya's, the eyes of the man in front of him seem to glitter with a barely suppressed violence.
Touya speaks a name, His name and the man in front of him laughs, light glinting off His knife as He moves steadily forward.
"Did ya really fuckin' think you could escape me?" He sneers and the mist dissipates further, revealing the overly kind, but not particularly annoying redhead. Liadan. Fuck. "I am you, you stupid fuck." The smirk becomes a smile, deep and twisted as the man reaches out, fingers curling around the girl's wrist and yanking her forward, pressing His knife against her neck.
"You remember this, don't you?" The doppelganger asks, His teeth bared in a feral grin and Touya can't move, he can't. Fucking. Move. Not even when Liadan's eyes are slowly carved out, her pained, terrified screams falling on deaf ears as rough hands palm her detached eyes, rolling them messily over His hand as if they were meditation balls. His other hand still grips her hair, yanking her head back and exposing her hollow eye sockets to Touya, blood running over her cheeks as she cries, whimpering and useless. Taking the eye, the doppelganger places it in her mouth, forcing it past unwilling lips. "Eat it," he orders, voice gruff, serious. "Eat it and I won't kill all your little shithead friends."
Touya can hear clearly, too fucking clearly, as Liadan's teeth sink down, her sobs interrupted by retching as she forces herself to slowly chew her own eye. Touya can feel her hair gripped tightly in His hand, can feel a sick sort of pleasure rising within Him and himself as she begins to cry. The doppelganger lays Liadan down, pulling out a rope to make a tourniquet around her arm before He cuts off her pinky finger without any warning, His movements casual and careless as He tosses it onto the ground to be swallowed be the grass. "One," the doppelganger smiles over at Touya, His expression changing, becoming speculative as His gaze moves to Liadan's empty eye sockets.
Bile rises in Touya's throat, his fingers trembling as he tries to escape, visions of the doppelganger's cock sliding messily into an empty socket rose in his mind, twitching as it touches the bloody chamber, empty of the eye which it housed. It's not going to happen. It's not real.
No. Fuckin' no.
"There's room for two... We could literally fuck the bitch's fuckin' brains out," the doppelganger laughs, ignoring Liadan's terrified wail as He saws into the flesh of her arm, quickly, messily stripping it down to the bone. Her screams are everything now, filling the world, pushing back the mists to reveal Locke, standing a mere twenty feet away, impotent anger and despair radiating off of him in waves.
I'm sorry, Touya wants to say as Liadan screams again, as the doppelganger places the flat of the blade against her cheek. "You're too fuckin' loud," He sneers, His hand giving a quick jerk and immediately silence falls heavily around them. Out of the corner of his eye, Touya watches Locke disappear, but his gaze is drawn back to Him as He let's Liadan's limp body fall to the ground, the knife making a sickening sound as it grates against bone.
"One," He says again, flicking blood and brain matter off of his knife to send it splattering over the grass. Then Touya is free, rushing toward Him as he raises his knife, a wordless, guttural roar leaving his lips as he moves to attack his doppelganger, his knife driving deep into the other's shoulder.
"Fuckin' die!" Touya yells, a red haze settling over the world as he lashes out again, his blade blocked by His blade. The rest goes by in a blur as Touya loses himself in the familiar movements, slashing and striking. At one point the doppelganger's blade sinks deep into Touya's side, but he barely feels it as he reaches out with his free hand, holding his doppelganger's blade within him as he makes his own, better-aimed strike, smirking as he rips his knife to one side, spilling His intestines over the ground.
When the doppelganger falls, so does Touya.
He loses count of the number of times his knife sinks into his doppelganger's flesh, feeling each wound as if they were his own and he jerks back, covered in blood when He stills, blood bubbling on his lips. "You'll never fuckin' kill me, you retarded shit," He laughs weakly and the image shimmers, hair lengthening as features soften and bones shrink.
"No..." Touya whispers, his hands shaking as he runs his bloody fingers over a loved face, stroking over smooth hair and leaving red smears behind to mark his path. "No... No... No... No!" His voice is getting louder, but he doesn't even notice as he pushes clumsily at her intestines, trying to push them back into her body as if that would fix her.
"SAYA!"
No. He'd... Touya's eyes widen, frantically trying to bring her back when he hears a sound behind him, a dagger being drawn. He can taste tears and know, somehow, that they belong to the man behind him.
Locke.
The dagger is raised high. Touya's eyes close. An eternity passes as he waits.
"For Liadan Quinn," Locke intones, the rest of what he says muffled by a roar inside Touya's head and then the knife comes down, piercing his flesh, ripping it apart and he welcomes it.
* * * * *
Touya wakes in silence with a jerk, his hands shaking as he looks down at them, struggling out of the twisted mess he's made of his sheets. It... No... He runs both hands through his hair, sitting there with his head in his hands, eyes closed as he tries to force the images out of his mind. "Teru?" He asks the empty room after a minute or two, lifting his head to scan the room. "Where the fuck are you?"
Silence.
Locke's even breathing on the other side of the room.
Cursing under his breath, Touya pushes himself out of bed, grabbing his cigarettes and dressing himself quickly. A dream. Just a stupid fucking dream.
Is it really? The voice comes in his head as Teru wraps his scarf carefully around his neck and pulls on his shoes.
"Shut the fuck up," he snaps, reaching up to touch his forehead before he opens the door and slips out into the dimly lit hallway to Sayuri's room.