Hello all, I've decided to post my psycho-thriller/ horror story on tumblr. Please do tell me what you think and if I should continue it. It can also be read on wattpad @/ondeathrow
The "//" refers to the voice in the main character's head. I hope you enjoy.
Updates will be every Monday, Thursday and Sunday.
- xela.
Daku. | a psycho-thriller.
"whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent"
- ludwig wittgenstein.
chapter one: stains.
//isn't blood quite similar to red wine? both create a stain, which is hard to get rid of. if they're spilled on your garments, you must leave them to soak, and even then the stain remains.
"I mean you're not wrong, but I suppose there are many things similar to red wine. scars that no one can see, voices that no one can hear", the male replied into the emptiness of room as he swirled the red liquid around the glass.
surely it was not strange to have a voice in your head, right? everyone is in need of a companion, especially when solidarity is your only roommate. this particular lost soul had few acquaintances and only but one close friend. it didn't bother him in slightest, he found the very essence is socialisation pointless.
it's true when they say that silence says a thousand words. there is nothing more mentally taunting than being alone with your own thoughts. however, a knock upon the rattling silver doors of the warehouse caught his attention.
//who could that be?
"It must be kazue..", he mumbled quietly to himself. "come in!".
with that, the warehouse door was brought up, and a feeble looking figure nimbly ushered inside, before shutting the door (if it could be called that even).
"why're there cobwebs all along the walls, ugh! I thought you would've sorted that out by now", kazue bellowed in vexation.
it was he who was the "one close friend" of our beloved protagonist. their friendship was odd to say the least. with two men from completely different worlds somehow coexisting, it almost made one wonder if their worlds were much different at all.
kazue's childlike brown eyes widened at the sight of the lighter that was suddenly in his friend's hand.
"h-hey...what're you doing? WAIT STO-"
before he could even finish his sentence, the cobwebs full of spiders was set alight and his friend was leaning leisurely against the wall, watching as a light show occurred right in his presence.
"oh....you don't like it, kazu? you were the one complaining anyways", the taller lulled out, crossing his arms over his firm chest with a roll of his eyes.
"I don't know why you decided to live here. it's old, not even a house, it's in the middle of nowhere, I got lost at least 3 times before actually reaching you, plus there are zero people around to ask for directions".
it was obvious that at this point, kazue was fed up of how strangely his friend lived.
"that's how I like it, I didn't ask you to come around, you made that decision yourself", his friend shot back, making his way to a long wooden table that ran along the wall of the warehouse to about halfway.
he sat down and allowed his chin to rest in his palm, his colourless locks gently shadowing his eyes. without looking over, he beckoned for kazue to sit beside him as he retrieved an opaque grey pouch from his satchel.
the silence wasn't tense like it was a while ago. however, with kazue's eyes practically slicing his loyal chum open, it was clear he had something to say. it was also clear that his friend would not like it.
"when are you going to stop?", his voice came out wearily. as if he was afraid of either being verbally stabbed or physically thrown across the wide space that surrounded them.
"when I see fit, stop acting like you don't do the same things I do".
though it was nothing but factual, kazue concluded that his friend and himself were not the same. to their business associates, they were s-class murderers. assassins. silent killers. but kazue still was able to live a relatively normal life within the streets of osaka. besides, he had his girlfriend, a legal job and a good social life. killing others was something that he got into for a revenge case, not for life.
unlike his comrade that sat next to him, kazue stopped when he got the closure he needed. it was crystalline who was able to let go, and who was not.
kazue brought his fist to his mouth and coughed quietly, searching his mind for something to change the subject.
"do you remember akira hinode?", he questioned, tracing his fingers along the dents in the table.
"are you referring to that really tall girl that everyone mistook for a boy in the year above? she was like the hulk dressed in a pretty outfit".
"funny you should mention that, she became a he last year".
his friend finally turned to him as he raised a brow in subtle interest. "I'm not surprised, even her parents- his parents accepted it. I remember when we were all at school. it was snowing and one of her underlings had called to me to say they had made me a present. when I dashed outside, I saw a snowman that they said was me. I was overjoyed by it".
kazue had never heard this story before and leaned forward like a Cheshire cat waiting for another treat.
"then akira had walked out with a baseball bat, and with no hesitation whacked the head off of my snow form. right in front of my whole class".
"wha-", kazue stammered. not what he was expecting... at all.
"what's his name now then?", his friend seemed unaffected by the recollection of that memory. meanwhile, kazue felt like someone had clutched his heart and dug into it with their rusted nails.
"akio higasa".
his friend rose to his feet, twitching his brows in utter confusion before a sinister smile crept onto his face.
"are you sure? my my this is quite sentimental isn't it", he spoke in a hushed undertone.
"what do you mean?", kazue's head tilted in concern at the change in his companion's demeanour.
"it seems that...", the white haired male began while reaching into his pouch. "a certain akio hagasa is going to die tonight. must've got on one of my client's nerves".
"you're not really gonna kill him are you?"
"what do you mean? a job is a job, no matter who the victim is", the white haired explained. "it will be nice to have a reunion, though he won't know who I am at first. I'll say : hi there, I'm daku. I'll be your executioner for tonight".
"aren't you a bit young to be doing this sort of thing?" "whatever could you mean? murder has no age limit nor need for...