Fan Fic: Contamination

[Sagasu]

* * *

A cool rain swept the ground outside, lightly rattling against the windows and trailing through the streets of the pioneer 2. Trickles of water flowed upon the broken asphalt, streams pouring into a large hole created in the fight that had taken place not too long ago. The rubble had been cleared away, but the tunnel and road remained battle-scarred. Parts of the city still remained evacuated, some of them being emptied by the attack of the monsters that had leaked through to the city. On one of the many windows that the rain chose to drum upon, stood one of the empty homes of the fallen. The steady rhythm of weather against glass created a dull tune for those within, but the beauty of the simple song was wasted upon the silence. Endless drops of condensation collecting on various parts of the rental house seeped through in ill kept patches of ceiling, dripping down upon one those who should have been within. The dead stillness was unusual, for the inhabitants of the shelter would constantly be moving in and out, arguing with one another as they went.

The wind whistled and sang while rain drummed its soothing tempo, the atmosphere softened to a relaxing state. A child had taken relish to this not to long ago, she had loved the listened to the artificial storm's harmony as it played upon her home. At times it was the only comfort she had for living her life was no easy task. Older brother gone off to school, jobless mother always complaining about their life as if she was the only one suffering, and a father who at the end of the day was ready to let his anger loose upon all that provoked him. It wasn't always like that, she remembered a time long ago when they had lots of money for lots of things. She had been told that money wasn't happiness, but why was it when the money disappeared, so did the smiles?

She could get lost in the weather's music, and most of the time it lured her to sleep. Many a evening she would awake to her father shaking her violently, yelling at her for being a lazy leech and a waste of sperm. Often such abuse led her to running to the bathroom and locking herself inside until he was off the war path. Though sometimes she awoke to silence, this usually meant that her parents were brooding over fate, or off in their room having sex. Either way she had more silence, and time to herself. Though her slumber was often plagued by horrific images and terrifying thoughts, it was one of the few things that she looked forward to every day. When she was asleep she could forget about the troubles, forget about the abuse, and sometimes her dreams would be good. Her older brother also would send her presents, and once every month her mother and father would let her stay with him for the entire weekend. These were the highlights of her life, one of the few things that made life enjoyable. Her big brother had promised her that after he graduated from the Hunters Academy that year he would get his own home and that she could live with him.

This idea she cherished, and would always speak of it when they saw one another. He had even said she could attend a school and meet other girls and make friends. Her parents were poor, and couldn't afford to send her to school. And since they didn't want people asking why their children weren't in school, they kept her cooped up inside the house except in the evenings and weekends. Her bother had been offered a high paying job for his skill as a mechanic, so he would be able to buy all sorts of things that's she needed for her. She was convinced that it would be like before, she was convinced that her happily ever after was not to far away.

The day before the house became empty, there was a big argument between her mother and father. Her mom had been cheating on her dad in order to get some money and thrills, and needless to say he was none to happy about this. He hit her, and this caused the woman to leave the house to find refuge with her new boyfriend. And then there was no one but her to take the anger he had welled up inside herself. After he was done shouting and beating, the man stormed off to his room and shut the door. She had crawled to the couch and collapsed in a fit of tears. The girl wiped trail of blood from her nose with the side of her hand, pressing a bruised hand against her swollen left eye. Crying herself to sleep, the daughter of the once rich man slept with cruel dreams wreaking through her hurting mind.

In the morning her father had left for work, without even seeing if she was still breathing after the undeserved punishment she had received the night before. It was morning, and she took this opportunity to crawl to the kitchen and call her older brother on his cell phone but it only prove do worsen her position. He had left it back in his dorm when the Hunters academy had been attacked, and staying with his teacher, his personal items had been sent home and he hadn't the time to retrieve them. Her parents had taken his possessions as their own, so instead of her brother picking up the phone, it was her father. He had yelled at her, he had screamed at her for attempting to contact her good for nothing older sibling.

In frightened tears, she hung up the phone, not looking forward to the promised beating when he returned from work. She had been the one to convince her parents to let her go visit her brother when he had been hospitalized, of course, they acted sympathetic and caring while they were there in order to put on a good show for the doctors and nurses. When she had seen him there, so helpless and in pain, her heart could have broken. Just thinking that he could be hurt felt more agonizing than any blow her father had struck her down with. As she crawled back to the couch, trying not to aggravate her wounds any more than she had, the girl wondered if he was still in the hospital. As she lay on her back, she wondered if they were feeling the same pain. For the moment, she fumed at the thought of her twin brother who was living peacefully with their grand parents. They had chose him over her, they had saved him from this life and not her.

Again, she curled herself into a ball and pulled the blanket over herself with nose-bled hand. Again, she fell into fitful sleep, haunted by nightmares gruesome enough to make grown men cry. There was no rain that day, there was no gentle reassurance of the weather's song. There was only the pain, and it lingered in her body, mind, and soul. There was only nothing to look forward to at the end of the day.

There was only nothing..

She hadn't wanted to go to sleep that day, she had wanted to run to her brother and his kind embrace. She hadn't wanted to die that day, she wanted to run from her old life to a new, caring one.

But she had died, in her sleep.

Stuck in the never ending nightmare.

One would argue with god himself if someone, anyone deserved such a fate. But it seems he has turned a cold shoulder to such things, and looks upon us without mercy. Perhaps the rain was his pity, sent to sooth the girl's weary body. Yet it came too late, and now its endless harmony was lost upon those who don't care for such things. No one left to listen to the drumming, singing, soothing. No one to watch the water drip in through the leaks in the ceiling and window upon the plaster/sheetrock walls and the frayed carpet. Slowly a fan over head cut off, for the electricity bill hadn't been returned, and had never been intentioned to be paid for some time. The memory of a girl faded from the home, while only a blood stain and a dirty blanket preserved the image. The rain no longer played for its audience was gone, as the drums died away, the wind lost heart to sing. Silence crept in to take permanent residence in the abandoned home, and a shadow chose to establish itself over the only resting place of an abused child.

Outside the storm died, leaving the city to forget their bliss and take up the heavy pack of sorrow once more.