She didn’t know where she was.

Kaisuki was still for a long time, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. It felt like her lungs would collapse. She was terrified. Where was she? Who were these people? They looked frightened, concerned, wary. There were three of them – a man, a woman, and a teenage girl. They looked vaguely familiar, but she wasn’t sure if the memories she was trying to conjure were her own.

The man took a step forward, and just like that, panic surged through her and she shrieked, eyes wild with anger and terror. She watched as the man’s mouth moved, as he tried to speak to her, but all she could hear was the pounding of her heart, the rushing of the blood in her veins. She lashed out, and all at once there was blood splattered across the walls, across the floor. More of the red stuff oozed out of fresh wounds as the man collapsed to the ground.

The girl screamed, “Otou-san!!”

The woman barely moved to protect her daughter before the two of them were dead. She could feel the nearly bottomless well of energy contained in her small body expanding outward, surrounding her in a cocoon of heat. The floor caught fire, and moments later the whole house was in flames.

Kaisuki’s eyes widened slowly, as if a veil had been lifted from her eyes.

Mom… Dad… Kisaki…

Slowly, she lifted her trembling hands, staring at the blood smeared across the talons that replaced her fingers. Her wrists were too thin. She was too tall. Her skin wasn’t this gray. She didn’t recognize the scars marring her arms. Her vision was better than she was used to. Messy, black hair that wasn’t her’s fell in front of her eyes, and a rush of horror at what she had done nearly consumed her.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she took a step back, and then another. The house was burning down around her, and she couldn’t stop staring at the three bodies – her family – on the floor. The aura around her grew exponentially, spinning around her chaotically, spreading more of that impossible heat throughout the house.

She took another step back, unable to speak, unable to breathe. She killed them. She killed her family. She killed them. She killed them. She killed them. She killed them. She killed them. She-…

A voice that wasn’t hers burst from her throat, a piercing scream that rang through the air around her. Everything around her was becoming a fiery blaze. She felt sick. She ought to burn alive with her home, with her family. She could feel her body moving, but she wasn’t the one in control of it. She stumbled through a door, hysterical and terrified and horrified and angry, and the tempest of emotions swirling within her, swallowing her consciousness and leaving her at their mercy.

Movement to her right had her lashing out again, and more blood was spilling. She didn’t know what was going on, she was just reacting on her instincts, on her terror. There was fire, and blood, and a metallic taste in her mouth, and fear. All of it wrapped around her tightly, strangling her, choking her. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe…

Sasuke’s standing over her with a saw blade in his hand, and just by the way he’s eying her leg she knows what he’s planning. Words are spilling out of her mouth before she realizes she’s speaking, begging and pleading for him to stop, just stop, Sasuke this isn’t you I know this isn’t you please please oh my god please…

The tip of the blade touches her skin, and her pleads rise in volume until she screaming desperately, PLEASE DON’T CUT OFF MY LEG! But he isn’t listening, he’s pressing down on the saw, and then cutting through flesh and then bone, and she screams long and hard, agony ripping its way up her leg. Her nails claw against the metal slab she’s strapped to, and Sasuke grins, laughs, and Kaisuki tries to tell herself that it isn’t really him, that he would never do this, but she can’t convince herself even though she knows she’s dreaming.

Wake up, Kaisuki. You’ll bleed to death.”

Next Chapter


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