I wake up in my wolf fur bed, refreshed at actually having achieved a decent night sleep. I put on all my gear and teleport myself back to the forest in front of the blocked off labyrinth entrance. As much as I would love to go run off exploring the world, there is still something I must do. The one thing that has kept me going, that has kept me alive during my time in that literal hell. I turn toward the East. My senses are picking up the life signs in the middle of the forest.
“So, they are over there. Ugh, I can almost smell their rot from all the way over here.” I mutter to myself, a wicked grin forming on my face.
I concentrate on the life signs and an image in my head as I cast my spell. The forest before me shimmers and fades into nothing, and then the image of an encampment shimmers into view. I find myself standing in the forest just outside a familiar place. Before me stands poorly constructed stone buildings, all placed in a circle for defense. It’s a place I know all too well. The stench of body odor wafts from the buildings.
I decide to wait until the sun sets to make any move. I have a feeling the dark will make this much more entertaining for me. Fortunately I don’t have to wait long as I seemed to have emerged from the Labyrinth in the late afternoon.
As darkness take over from the day, the encampment comes alive with the sounds the men partying and drinking. It’s the same routine they held every day back when I was their "guest". Not like they have anything better to do than drink themselves stupid.
Suddenly, a man stumbles into view between two of the buildings. It’s a man I know all too well. I smile as I see the horrific burn scars adorning his face. It’s the man who tried to rape me that fateful night. I seared his face with my then newly acquired Torch spell. That led to my beating and being thrown into the Labyrinth.
He is looking around, somewhat confused. He is probably trying to find his way to the shitter so he can take a piss, not that it mattered really, as this bunch saw no problem with just whipping it out and pissing behind a building. I see that the man is alone, so I decide I have to fuck with him a little.
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The man stumbles out into the courtyard, trying to find his way to the shitter to take a piss. The man has been drinking a bit heavier than usual today, as some of the guys decided to pick on him. This wasn’t uncommon since he got his face destroyed by a pathetic 10 year old girl. The guys never let him forget that bullshit either. He was the focus of constant teasing, some days worse than others. Today unfortunately, was one of those days, hence why he was a bit more sauced than usual.
As the man was making his way across the courtyard, something catches his eye in his peripheral vision. He turns his head expecting to see one of his compatriots probably also seeking a place to relieve himself. What he sees stops him in his tracks, the bottle he was holding, falls to the dirt.
“That is not possible.” The man is barely able to get out in a whisper.
What he is looking at is not one of his companions, but rather a suspiciously familiar looking girl. There is no way this could be her, but that IS her. He focuses his eyes and he notices something is off here. She is somehow the same age as back then. She has the same wounds as that day. The worst thing is he can faintly see the forest through the girl. The sounds of a girl sobbing floats wistfully on the air, but the sobs don’t sound like they are coming from the girl, but rather from all around the surrounding air.
Suddenly the girl starts fading away, soon completely fading into the ether. The man could swear he heard a slight giggle as she disappeared completely. The man starts to turn away wanting nothing to do with this apparition. He spins on his feet attempting to head back to the building he came from, his need to take a piss gone from his mind. As soon as he turns he stops dead in his tracks, his heart begins racing, his blood running cold, goosebumps forming all over, and sweat starts running down his face.
“No!” The man is barely able to croak out through his quickly drying throat.
There, about 8 feet away from the man stands the girl. He can clearly see her now. He clearly sees fresh wounds on her face, arms, and legs. He can see blood flowing from her nose, and bloody saliva drooling out of a fattened lip. He can also clearly see that she is indeed transparent.
The girl raises a hand pleadingly toward the man, bloody tears start streaming down her face from blackened, swollen eyes. The ethereal sobbing seems to grow louder. The man spins to go the other way and stops as the girl is still there, hand outstretched pleadingly.
The man’s fight or flight response ramps up considerably. Seeing as how he can’t seem to get away from this ghost, he pulls a small dagger from the waist of his pants. He lunges at the girl, seeking to plant the dagger straight through her heart. The dagger finds nothing but air as the girl slowly vanishes and disappears.
He notices something in his periphery and spins to find the girl again. He swipes at her with the dagger, again hitting nothing but air as the dagger just passes straight through the girl. Each time he attacks the girl, she vanishes only to appear behind him over and over again. The sobbing ramps up in volume each time he tries to strike her, until the sobbing is akin to a deafening roar, seemingly coming from everywhere around him.
The alcohol, the fast turning and attacking, the thunderous sobbing pounding his ears, all serve to disorient the man. He comes up with the conclusion that there is no defeating this impossible apparition. He takes a careless step backward as he tries to back away without taking his eyes off the girl. His foot lands on the bottle he dropped earlier. His footing is immediately lost and he finds himself falling to the ground. His head thuds onto the ground and he instinctively closes his eyes and grabs his head as waves of pain rattle his brain. Suddenly coming back to his senses, he remembers he was fighting the girl. His eyes shoot open and his heart skips several beats and his blood runs cold as ice in his veins.
He finds the girl’s face is mere inches from his own. Suddenly deathly cold hands grip the sides of his face. The girl’s eyes begin to fill with blood, and her mouth distorts into a demonic visage, bloody black teeth glistening in the light emanating from the buildings. Her bloody tears fall onto the man’s face. His eyed go wide as his brain comes to the realization that he can feel her tears, and feel her hands on his face. His thoughts filled with screams of “SHE IS REAL!!!” as his heart rate ramps up several notches.
Suddenly, a bright light fills his vision and a familiar heat begins searing his skin. His already scarred flesh begins bubbling and sloughing off as searing heat cooks the flesh down to his skull.
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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH”
The man’s scream echoes off the buildings and the trees of the forest. It is the scream of someone being slaughtered in a most horrific way. The sound of the partying men coming from the buildings comes to a crashing halt. Dozens of men begin pouring out from the buildings to find out where that scream came from and what is going on. They all stand staring at a smoldering body in the middle of the courtyard, the apparition of a familiar looking girl fading into nothing.
“What the fuck is going on out here?!” comes a loud authoritative voice.
A massive burly man begins pushing his way through the crowd to see what all the commotion is about. He stops in front of the charred body, smoke still rising from it. The body is so damaged that he can’t even tell who this was. The only remains of his face are a grinning blacked skull, staring up into the night sky. Suddenly a sound comes from the body.
“Guuk…Gluuk…Grii…Giirll…” the guttural sounds coming out from what remains of the man’s throat.
‘HOLY FUCK!!! HE IS STILL ALIVE!!!” Shouts come from the crowd as many others join the shocking sentiment, as others chime in with their observations.
“Did he say girl?”
“Holy shit was that the girl we saw?!”
“No, you are just drunk. That was just the smoke from his body”
“Bullshit I saw her!”
“Yeah, me too!”
“Hey, didn’t she look like…”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL OF YOU!” yells the leader, cutting off the conversations.
“Whoever did this has to be nearby! Split up and find…”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
A scream rings out from behind the leader. The whole group looks toward the direction of the scream, their faces all paling at the sight. One of the buildings has been painted with a 10 foot splat of blood. In front of the blood splat are dozens of body parts and entrails.
The leader pushes through the crowd to see what happened. His blood runs cold when he breeches the crowd and sees the carnage in front of the building.
“Did anybody see…”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Another scream rings out from the opposite side of the courtyard behind the group. The group spins to face the direction of the scream only to be met with another building whose front is red with blood, and body parts and entrails covering the ground in front of it. The leader begins pushing his way toward the new scene, but only gets halfway before…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Two more screams ring out from either side of the compound. Buildings painted red with blood, and ground adorned with entrails and remains. A general state of panic comes over the group. People begin shoving each other, unsure of which way to actually run to safety, as they are seemingly surrounded by death.
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I can’t tell you how many times I have imagined how I would bring about my revenge on my captors, but this is beyond what my wildest delusion of grandeur ever was able to come up with. I was just waiting in the tree line, thinking of how I wanted to go about my revenge, which scenario I came up with over the years, when suddenly, a man stumbled into view between the buildings in front of me. This was a man I knew well, the distinctive scars adorning his face were put there by me. I just had to fuck with him.
I deliberately changed my form, using the ever so fun Shapeshift skill the Kitsune had when I faced her, to make it appear how I looked the night he showed up to my room to assault me. I also made myself a bit transparent, as I wanted to make it seem like he was seeing a ghost. I made my sobbing sound more ethereal, so it didn’t sound like it came from me. I moved over to and stood by one of the buildings just off to the side of his vision. When he turned to look at me, it was apparent he immediately recognized me by his reaction.
I made sure my Utsusemi skill was put to good use. This allowed me to appear as though I'm vanishing into thin air. He thought he could just turn around and walk away, but little did he know I was behind him the whole time. My amusement increased as the man pulled a little dagger and tried to hit me only to hit air as my after-image faded.
When he stumbled on his bottle and fell, my time for messing around came to an end. It was time to end this piece of shit. I stood over the man and placed my face directly in front of his. When he opened his eyes, I used my shapeshift skill to distort my face into a demonic appearance. I figured it would only be right to end this man's pitiful existence the same way I gave him those scars. I placed my hands on either side of the man's face and activated my Torch spell.
I'm infinitely more powerful than I was on our first encounter, so my spell made quick work searing the flesh from his skull. He let out a horrific scream and I knew we would have company soon. I scorched the rest of his body and used my Utsusemi skill to make myself vanish as the men piled out of the buildings. I kept my presence hidden, my skills allowing me to remain invisible as I leaned against a building to watch the confusion unfold.
Then came a booming voice from the crowd, a voice that caused my blood to boil. The voice belonged to the man who killed my mother. He pushed his way toward the burned man and then the unexpected happen.
The man I burned to a crisp started talking. The fucking bastard was still alive! The gurgling sounds he emitted made me almost bust up laughing. A man close to me seemed to notice me make a noise and turned to see what it was. I immediately grabbed him and threw him at the wall I was leaning against.
I threw him so hard his body literally exploded on impact, body parts going everywhere, and leaving a massive blood stain on the wall. The man was able to get out a scream, which caused the whole group to turn toward the direction of the scream.
The horror on their faces gave me the idea of how I should approach this attack. I teleported to the opposite side and grabbed another man and threw him at the nearest building. The impact result was the same as the first, blood and guts decorating the building and the ground in front of it. One man who was sanding next to the man I threw, actually pissed himself from fright. Oh man this is soo much fun!
I then threw two more men on either side of the group, effectively surrounding the group with death. The whole group broke out into chaos as they realized there was nowhere they could escape the carnage. I began teleporting around, randomly throwing people at buildings. The chaos increased as the men began seeing bodies thrown against walls by some unseen force.
Before the chaos got completely out of control, I decided to show myself. I appeared as the same little girl, just how they all remembered me. One man closer to me seemed to recognize me and started walking toward me. I immediately recognized the man as one of the fucks who would randomly beat me just to vent their frustrations.
"I know you! You have some balls showing your face back here little girl! You think the beatings I gave you were bad? Just wai…”
The man’s words were cut off as my hand plunged into the man’s chest. I ripped his heart from its boney protective cage. I held the still beating heart up to the man’s eyes.
“I think you dropped this.” I say to the man.
The guy actually reaches for and grabs his own heart from my hand, confusion momentarily fills his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes widen as his brain realizes what had just happened. The man begins slumping forward as the lack of oxygen to his brain begins to take effect, and he falls to the dirt floor dead, still clutching his still beating heart.
I let out a laugh of amusement at how hilarious that encounter was. It’s time to begin. My Masamune appears at my side and I draw the blade. Instantly, all the blood on the building walls and from the body parts, begins to flow toward me. The faces in the crowd begin to pale as they see the blood swirling into a fog all around them. The time has come for my revenge to come to fruition.
"Drink deeply my friend." I say to my sword as it consumes mass quantities of blood.
I rush toward a man and slice his head clean off, his arteries fountaining blood to be consumed by my blade. I begin my delicate dance of death, weaving in and out of the crowd, slicing off heads and limbs. I slice bodies in half and spill entrails on the floor. The fog of blood thickening with everybody I decimate. The screams of the panicking group reaches a roar, but it slowly decreases in volume as I cut through their ranks, being careful to leave just one man untouched. Finally, I slaughter the last remaining bandits and the remaining screams die out into the night.