Chapter Seven

I remember feeling really hot, as in body temperature hot, when that weird fluid was injected into me. Formally it was called the Nameless Worm and it definitely did something to me. Sometimes I felt like my blood was thrashing at my skin as if trying to break out, but I only felt that sensation when Super Guard was hurting me. After the so-called "process" was over Super Guard had brought me to his room. It, as well, was not a part of the asylum. The walls were painted a deep red, and the carpet was so black it looked like a bottomless pit. His bed was massive, it nearly took up a whole wall. It's black comforter and sheets were thick and large, draping onto the floor, looking all comfortable-even though what was about to happen to me would not be anywhere in the realm of comfortable. Three huge red pillows lined the backboard of the bed (which was also black). The room seemed completely out of this world, it's as if we had stepped into a new dimension. It had this odd aura to it, that wasn't murderous or even related to Super Guard's being. That aura was somewhat soothing and loving. The only non-red and black object in this room was a framed picture of a girl with long black hair and grey eyes. Her skin was a light mocha, and she smiled so gracefully and cheerfully-she had no worries in the world. That girl looked suspiciously a lot like me. And what was even more suspicious was that Super Guard was in that picture holding onto the girl as if she were the only woman in the world. Anyways, Super Guard placed me on the bed and hovered over me, staring me down like some piece of meat.

"The after affects should be warring off soon" he said, in a much less insane voice than usual. Even the way he stared at me was off. I gave him the weird eye-which was my brow lifted high in question and my eyes narrowing in suspiciousness. He smiled all creepily,

"What?"

"Your insane" that had to be the first time I ever truly told him he was crazy, he laughed in response.

"Well your no different, girl" in a sense he was correct, I admit I was pretty screwed up-but that's all because of him.

"Tell me Super Guard, is there something that you believe in?" I don't know why I asked this, it's one of those things that just slip out of your mouth. He stared at me in silence for a while furthering to succeed in creeping me out-before answering.

"I suppose..." he replied in a weak voice. For the first time ever I finally achieved in affecting him; maybe not physically but mentally. I did a little mental hurray. He went into a deep state of musing-I mean it wasn't a difficult question that required this much thought. I kind of started regretting I brought that up. He grabbed my wrists, holding them tightly as if I'd try to escape (which by then he knows I won't do-since it'd be useless anyway). He snapped out of his musing, and a new and mind blowing expression took over him. I wish you could fucking see it, it was so odd and so out of character that I thought I was in an entirely different universe. That man, Super Guard, stared at me with sadness. He was practically begging to me with his eyes to hold him, and I did just that. When he had released his grip on my wrists I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him down to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, completing the connection. Don't ask me why I was comforting the man that caused me so much pain, honestly I must've went utterly bonkers. But it didn't feel right not to hug him, I mean, if Ganta or Shiro or even Senji were to look at me with such sad eyes I wouldn't hesitate to embrace them.

"Don't you hate me?" Super Guard said,

"I hate you to the core"

To my surprise Super Guard did nothing to me but...Cuddle... Yes, so out of character it just ruins the whole I'm going to rape you atmosphere, but hell, I'd rather him hug me to death than torture me till I pass out. Even after sleeping and we were both awake, in bed, spooning (ha-ha, that sounds so wrong...) the mood was rather calm. I stared at the picture of the girl who looks like me as Super Guard stroked my arm soothingly an act that annoyed me yet was pleasing.

"Who is that woman in the picture?" I finally gained the guts to ask. He was quite for a moment. But before answering, wrapped an arm around my waist and urged me closer to him.

"That woman, was my lover"

It was like the world had stopped. I'm pretty sure my heart did. To think that this cold, merciless, wretched, monster actually loved someone? It was crazy, too unbelievable, yet his tone said it was all true. I urged him on,

"Was she important to you?"

"Her name was Nala" just incase your wondering I did think of Lion King. I mean, who wouldn't?

"She meant everything to me, and yet, was taken from me" the mood shifted to cold. I could tell from the way he grabbed my arm that he was becoming intense.

"You know, she looks just like me-

-I've realized that since the moment I first saw you" at that moment, I began to wonder what I truly am to Super Guard. I mean, after everything he's done I figured I was nothing more than his play toy. But I did remember the rare moments when he would act gentle.

"Do you think, that if I hadn't done all those terrible things to you, we could've been...maybe...alright with each other?" I couldn't take it, I jumped out of the bed and gave him the best angry look I could muster (which was less intimidating than a butterfly).

"Where the hell is this all coming from! If your trying to be nice now, forget it, cause all I'll ever think of you is some perverted man who gets off by fucking little girls!" his expression did not falter, it seemed like he knew I'd have that reaction. Instead he sat up in the bed, locking his dark eyes onto mine.

"Let me tell you a story, girl"

...

"I was a monk, and I was dedicated to Buddha more deeply than any kind of love. I wanted to find the answer to enlightenment. And I did. Buddha showed me. I finally felt complete, all of my dedication had paid off..." I moved a little closer to the bed, interested in this particular story Super Guard was telling. But kind of freaked that Super Guard used to be a monk-I'd believe he was a Rabi before a monk.

"and what answer did he give you?" a wicked smile formed on his lips as a tint of lust sparkled in his eyes.

"Salvation, the answer to enlightenment. My wife. She was suffering from a deadly virus, the kind that kills you slowly. She was in so much agony, and that was when Buddha told me. During another one of her surgeries the doctor messed up and end up killing her. Yet when I saw her dead corpse, she was smiling. She was at rest, she was relived of all suffering and agony. She had found Nirvana. Salvation is through death. And so I went back to my temple, and brought all of my seniors into salvation's embrace" Super Guard looked on the verge of having a hard on, he looked so damn happy. This all seemed too twisted. So if his so called 'duty' was to bring others to Nirvana, then why the hell was he making me suffer so much. Why was he torturing me to the point that my soul had practically cracked and was beyond repair. I already knew the answer to this. But I still asked, just to see what he would say.

"So, why am I suffering? Why not bring me to Nirvana?" he stared at me wide eyed. I guess he didn't think I'd ask that.

"Well isn't it obvious? Because you look like her" he glanced at the picture,

"That's why I'm so confused. I want you to die so badly, I want you to find Nirvana, but I can't bring myself to do it. And so I lash out on you, and hurt you, and do unforgivable things to you. But every time I'm just about to end your miserable life, I think of her and how I want to hold her and love her. It goes against all of my beliefs, to be so selfish as to wish she was still alive." I crawled onto the bed, sitting next to him.

"Do you really mean that?" it was hard to think that Super Guard was regretting what he did to me. Unless he had a split personality, which I doubt, he can't just think I'd understand why he'd been so cruel and brutal to me. He bore his deep grey eyes into mine,

"Well, I admit I find immense pleasure from torturing you-" there's the Super Guard I know!

-your moans, and your screams, there all like hers" He grabbed my arm and pulled me on him.

"the way you arch your back when I fuck you, the sweet sweat that drenches your body as I make you cum, the way you taste on my tongue, the way you smell, your pained groans, your reaction when I cut you it's all like her" Instantly I figured out that his dead girlfriend was a masochist. And in this realm I was not, I repeat not, a masochist. Super Guard rolled on top of me; his hard on clearly shown through his pants, and ever so slowly grinded on me.

"Please, moan in agony for me" he said before latching onto my lips hungrily.

A/N: yo! so sorry for the long wait-I had to explore my mind to find a good plot for what will happen next (mwhahahaha you won't believe what'll happen next!) anyways I'll be updating more frequently so, er, look forward to it.