Zombie Phase (Tokyo Ghoul +FanFiction+)

Chapter 10: The Promise

That bastard smiled the whole time I was sitting there on the floor. He knew I was desperate for an answer, desperate to know why. So many whys...

Why didn't mom speak of him?

Why did he leave us?

Why did he have me kidnapped?

Why did they pick my mother of all people to feed to me?

Why was I changed?

Why? Why?! Why?!! WHY?!!!!....

As I sat there; cold, shivering, teeth clenched so hard I felt like they would crack under the pressure. I was scared not of my father but of myself, the flashback of me devouring my mother played over. You know how your brain tries to cushion the trauma by itself? I felt something crack and what my brain was shielding my psyche from was valid. I devoured her like a ravenous animal who hadn't ate in months. I recalled her screams, how brutally loud and high they were. She was being ate alive. What was louder, was the sound of my teeth ripping through her flesh, crushing her bones and slurping up her blood. I struggled to rip at some of her muscles and as I reached her intestines I could hear her choking on her own blood. I could taste the iron in  her blood, it was salty, thick, heavy when consumed in mouthfuls. I was reliving my hell all over again in deeper detail. What broke me down worsts was her facial expression as she died as of asking me "Why?" as if she had did something wrong to have me devour her as I did. Like her time as my mother was all for not. Something cracked further and a rush of heat and anger washed over me, I felt so much rage, I couldn't control myself. Through the streams of my tears, I started to punch at the floor...

"Ahhhhhhh! Haaaa!...guuh!! All I could do was cry out as I continued to punch at the floor. There was so much force behind my fists that the tile beneath me started to crack. The skin  started to tear off revealing the red meat underneath. My blood, now like a splash painting over the tile. I didn't care, what I did was much worst, the slight pain I was experiencing was nothing compared to what my mother had to go through. My father, sat there in his chair watching, emotionless, as if what I was doing was nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum.

I was having a mental breakdown. 

 I thought my life was simple and boring. I had spent it  doing what I was told, making good grades, socializing as needed and in just one day everything had turned to shit in a basket. The mother I had adored was devoured by me, I had been raped and the father I had never met a day in my life was behind it. I should be punching him, I should be devouring him, not taking my anger out on the floor. In fact I wanted to, yet I couldn't instinctively pull myself to do it. Even with all that rage in me, when I looked at him all warnings were being triggered in my body. Even if I couldn't mentally understand it...my instincts told me that I was no match for him. I would be crushed the second I looked like I would lay a finger on him.

The weird part was, it wasn't directly coming from him but around him as if...someone was putting out a wave of pressure to keep me from  acting on my whims. As if reading my mind, he smiled and spoke...

"Ava, come out..no need to threaten her in the shadows."

A woman, who looked to be the same age as my father came from behind him. She was pale, her eyes an eerie blue and the dress she had on was black as the the heels she wore; the material of the dress hugged every curve she had and she seemed to have plenty. She looked oddly similar to me. The only difference was her hair was pure white with an undertone of grey and those eyes. My father, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. Soon after, his gaze fell upon me and he spoke. His tone firm and oddly gentle than when he first spoke to me.

"I'm sure you must have many questions, as you already have assumed..yes, I am your biological father and this...is your  biological mother Ava."

I felt light headed, I punched the floor once more and yelled at him. 

"You liar! My mother was the woman you had me devour!" 

Before I could continue to speak he cut me off.

"You will hold your tongue little girl! What reason would I have to lie about something like this? You want the truth I'll give it to you but not if you dare to open your mouth again."

I clenched my teeth. 

"Good, as I was saying this is YOUR mother and the woman you devoured was a clone made to have you. You see, your mother is unable to conceive naturally. So we created a clone, she was created to protect you, to act as your wet nurse but she she strayed from that role the second she found out what plans we had for you on your 18th birthday and kidnaped you and ran off. You see, we also didn't turn you...you were already what you are...we just awakened it rather than waiting for it to awaken on it's own. You see it doesn't matter if I forced you to awaken or allowed you to awaken naturally you would have devoured her and anyone around you the second the process started."

I was at a lost for words, it was all just too much to process. The pounding in my head started back and I felt my stomach tighten. Before I could react, the contents of my stomach surged up my throat and I expelled what looked like a mixture of blood and chewed up cat food. In the mess what caught my attention was the silver ring my mother had worn on her hand. The room started to spin and before I could ask any questions, I blacked out. 

There's just no way...he had to be lying.

Is what her father says the truth? Is Ava really her mother? What plans did they have for her now that she was 18? Find out in the next chapter: The Reality...