地獄少女ファンのフィクション

The Blue Doll: Part 3

"Would you like to see more?"

The girl laughed softly as she watched her two captives cringe in pain and anger at the flashes of memory. Knowing it hurt them to experience such acts of merciless slaughter, Rumi pressed onto their mind the murder of her mother and then of everything and everyone in her way. Her teacher, her classmates, whoever had dared to tease and make fun of her. It was crazy that no one had ever caught her before. Oh, there were times when she would slip and the finger of blame was cast her way, but Rumi was smart. Just like escaping from the capture of sneaking into houses, the girl could escape the death charges aimed for her head.

"Now, what else?"

The question was met with equal silence from Wanyudo and Hone, who were slumped with their head down on the ground.

"Ah. Have I broken you already?"

Slowly, Hone raised her gaze level up to Rumi's voice, her eyes red-rimmed and blazing.

"You…" the woman croaked. "What are you?"

From her place in the house, Rumi's eyes flashed briefly, a mirth in her pale grey irises.

"Who am I…?"

She laughed.

"You are not… the girl named Rumi," Wanyudo said quietly.

Once more, there was only innocence in her smile. "What makes you think that, Wanyudo? Of course I am Rumi. There is only one Rumi in the world worth noting, and that is me…"

She pitched herself forward on the desk with the laptop, clicking to enlarge and reduce the picture of Ren continuously, still keeping a tight lock on the prisoners inside her mind.

"Let us go!" Hone screeched after a moment. "Ai will look for us and when she does, you'll have Hell to pay!"

"…"

The girl's froze. "Is that your way of threatening me? How idiotic."

Smiling, Rumi released a hand into her mind, where it appeared gigantic in the white void. It wrapped its clawy fingers around the startled Hone.

"I guess you don't know," Rumi murmured. Her eyes grew larger at her next words.

"I have already been in Hell, have survived it, and am never coming back. You, Wanyudo, Ai… you guys can't make me. No one can."

Even from her uncomfortable position, Hone chilled at Rumi's soft and melodic assurance.

Suddenly, a chime from the clock on the computer rouse Rumi from her chat with Ai's companions, and her haggled face lit up with anticipation. "11: 58," she sang happily. Quickly, she logged back onto the Net, feeling stiff-limbed for having sat in the seat for a whole 2 hours, but not deterred in the least.

"Also." Rumi spoke back in her mind, regarding the two oppressively. Her sick grin returned with a lopsided fall of her head. "I will tell you one thing. And one thing only. Because she demands me to. So, listen."

The way Rumi said 'she' caused a foreboding to erupt in Hone. There was something strange about her oncoming flow of words, something almost sad and warning about it...

"Lies are built in small forms. My memory is tampered and fake, and you are half correct, Wanyudo. Ready for the end of centuries of work, redemption for your past sorrows… Ai? Will you attempt to figure out the meaning of my life and past, or will you forever succumb to the hatred of Hell's escapee?"

"Now," the child's voice declared loudly, normal again. The bulging of her eyes did not go unnoticed by the two, as they watched in horror and slight terror. "Guess what time it is?"

The clock struck 12:00 P.M., and at the same time she clicked on the refresh button.

A flash, then black lined the background of the page before Rumi's gleeful face.

'We will exact revenge on your behalf…'