ANGEL WITH DEMON WINGS

I was partially inspired by the awesome Layman and the rest came from my twisted mind. For fans of Clown, you will be happy, for those unfamiliar with Clown, play some soothing music, drink some hot chocolate and make sure the lights are on, because this story will get evil very quickly. Warning: Contains gore, language, graphic violence and pure nastiness. I hope you enjoy this story, please review, but if you want to flame, get f***d.

Meet Rukia

I wake up to another day of my life. My bed is uncomfortable and the sheets are torn. I glare at them and trudge across my mud brown carpet towards the kitchen. I rent my flat, because I haven't the money to buy my own house. My parents abandoned me at birth so it's just me living here. I have a half-brother who would rather deny my existence than say hello to me, which tears me apart inside. Sibling rivalry is natural, but he just plain hates me...and I have done nothing wrong!

Sure there is a corpse under my bed, but I never killed the poor sap. It was my other half. Hisana, my 'inner sister' as I like to call her, has always been a wild one. When she takes hold of my body she will do anything, and by anything, I don't exclude murder...

The doctors called me crazy, but those doctors can't say anything again now. Hisana doesn't like to be insulted.

But enough about Hisana. My name is Rukia Kuchiki. Despite my aggressive, homicidal sister I am your average teenage girl. I go to school and have friends and stuff. Hisana doesnt care for friends, she tries to scare them away, but I won't allow her to ruin my life. Especially not today. Today I'm going to a birthday party. My friend Michiru is turning fifteen. She's one of the younger girls in my class and I barely know her, but I see this as a good opportunity to unwind and forget my miserable little charade of life.

It's Saturday and my neighbours radio is blaring out so loud that I can hear it through the thin, cracked walls. I curse and struggle through making toast. The toaster malfunctions and burns it to a blackened crisp that even a stray dog wouldn't touch. I frown at it briefly before hurling the cursed inedible mistake into a bin. It crumbles apart on impact with the in and leaves ashen crumbs on the floor. I leave it and stroll to the wardrobe.

I pick out a nice outfit, or at least by my standards. A black lace singlet and plain black pants. It's simple, but so is the rest of my life (Well, excluding Hisana.)

I grin at my reflection, despite my disgust. I don't hate myself, just the nutjob that fights for dominance over my brain. I'd never tell Hisana that I despise her, as I'm afriad of what she would do. She's never blinked while she slaughtered others, so I doubt she would be remorseful as she killed me/us. She knows I don't like to know what she does, so she makes sure I black out before she retreats back to the dungeon inside my head.

I've had flashes of vivid memories, but not enough to traumatize me, but then again, Hisana has never harmed my friends, only random strangers that if you blinked, would never be noticed. Half the time I don't even flinch when I find the blood on my hands. Sometimes I think it looks pretty...like a living canvas, but it makes hisana laugh and so I discard the thought and clean the mess. Hisana never does the cleaning. I always have to wipe up the stains and put the body in a bag before feeding it through the mulcher in the backyard. I feel awkward doing it, but it has to be done.

I walk out to the front door and slip leather boots onto my pale feet. There is another mirror by the door and I apply some eyeliner before heading out. I sigh when m eyes fall over the shovel on the floor. It's metal blade is brown and has dried mud caked to it. I leave it and walk donstairs and into the outside world.

For a second the light burns, but I adjust eventually and walk down the street with a well acted bounce in my step. I walk past tired people who glance over at me and then look away dissinterested. I'm just another person to them. Nothing interesting...nothing special...

Michiru's house is not far from here, but it is agonizingly boring. I pass the time by asking Hisana to leave me alone for the whole day. She giggles and then agrees, but I warn her again for safe measure, making idle threats that I would never carry out. She reluctantly agrees and I ask a question which stays unanswered. She really did leave! I'm free for a day!

I find myself outside Michiru's house. It's a bland little place. It has two storeys but the top floor only looks like a shack built over the roof. I wave like the other sheep do as I make my way to the front door. I hug the birthday girl and mutter a few kind words before stepping inside. Th house is oddly larger than it looks from outside. It's very spacious and quite luxurious. I stare like an idiot for a while before being led to a living room where all the girls from school are waiting.

And so starts a mind numbing few hours of girlish gossip and talk about which guys we like the most. I have one in mind but I stay quiet.

"So what about you Rukia-Chan? Who do you like?" Michiru chirps like a well fed bird.

"NO-one really..." I murmur, casting my gaze to a spot on the floor.

"Ha! You're going red! You like someone!" A girl with spiky black hair points and laughs. Her name is Tatsuki and she's tougher than most guys at school. Hisana sees her as a threat but I keep telling her there is nothing to worry about.

"I don't!" I wail like a silly little girl. It only provokes more laughter.

"Who is it?!" Another girl presses. Orihime, an air-headed bimbo who could be friends with a killer, even if she knew the identity, which is probably a good thing considering my situation. What she lacks in common sense, she makes up for in development. Guys drool over her and her chest.

It sickens me and makes Hisana want to crawl out and slit a throat or two. It's annoying that she has such a short fuse, but she is my sister and so I must live with it.

Orihime pokes me in the arm and asks a few more times. I close my eyes and whisper the name.

"Huh?" They all ask in unison.

"Ichigo..." I whisper slightly louder this time. They seem unaffected for a few seconds until the laughter begins.

"Really?!" Tatsuki bellows. "Mr Scowl?!" thats a nickname for Ichigo. He seems to have an angry face every time you see him, but I don't mind.

"He's nice when you get to know him!" I say in his defence.

"I've known him longer than you have and he's always in a pissy mood." Tatsuki giggles for a while and then we all calm down.

We chatter pointlessly for a while longer before we bring out the cake. It's a vanilla sponge cake with 'Happy birthday Michiru!' written in blue icing. Michiru claps excitedly as the cake is placed down on a table. Most of the girls gather around the table, but a handful go off to wash their hands or some toher menial task

Tatsuki leaves with Orihime, Ryo and some other girl I've never bothered to meet. Three others stay behind with me and Michiru.

Michiru asks me to go to the kitchen to get a knife. I stroll out of the room with a smile on my face. This night has been great so far. I was a little embarrassed earlier, but it's been releaxing and fun. Even better, Hisana hasn't shown her wretched face all day! I look around at the large kitchen and notice the knife rack on the counter. Something makes me pick up the larges knife in the rack. It's a monstrously large butcher knife more suited to carving into a cows hide than a cake, but it will do the job, so whatever.

As I return to my friends, I find myself staring at my reflection in the blade. It's oddly hypnotizing so I look away, but by then, I am lost. Just holding such a blade makes me feel a high I've never felt before. It males me laugh hysterically, reulting in a few confused gazes from the four girls sitting beside the cake.

I approach them, still laughing. The laughter dies down by the time I reach them but I feel a sudden urge to cut something. I look at the cake and realise that only the birthday girl can cut the cake...I have to cut something else...

'Shunk'

The sicklt sweet noise makes me moan. The blade sinks into the closest girls head and I feel it wade through brain matter and bone. I wrench it out and smile at the mortified expressions of my friends. I pounce on the next girl, ripping her throat open until a crimson waterfall is spraying my body. I squeal in delight and cut down another girl before turning on Michiru. She is so terrified that she can't even move. She gazes into my eyes and whimpers like a scared puppy. It raise the knife and give the nices smile I can muster.

"Happy birthday Michiru-San."

The blade embeds itself in her chest, forcing blood to erupt from the wound. She groans with a string of red drool as she falls back onto the floor. I crawl over her and stab again and again, relishing in the arterial spray that paints me from head to toe. When her torso is a lacerated pulp I lean back and realise what just happened.

My eyes narrow and a tear comes to my eyes, but 'She' wipes it away.

"You bitch!! You killed all of my friends!!" I scream at the monster in my mind.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll fucking kill you!! I'll never forgive you for this!!" I pick up the knife and slash at the air, as if Hisana is merely an invisible ghost in front of me. Hisana laughs and I am forced to drop to my knees.

"You can't hurt me! But I can still hurt you! I'll kill you and free myself!"

"Free...yourself?" I repeat uncertainly just as my hand becomes possesed and turns the knife on myself. I stare at my hand as it jabs the knife into my stomach. I scream from the unbearable pain and Hisana's mocking laughter echoes in my mind. I clench my eyes shut and cry myself into unconsciousness.

Before I pass out completely, I see Tatsuki and Orihime return. Then I hear the screams. Then everything turns black...

Well, wasn't that lovely? If you liked that, then please review, otherwise, I won't write the next chapter. Also, if you want to flame, go away and complain to your bathroom mirror, because the only one who wants to hear your crap is yourself.