the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

bloody atonement

This mission had deviated so far from our initial objective pertaining to drugs and had now become a nightmare of violence. I had been promised upon entering this ring that if I succeeded in this final initiation I would be given the privilege joining the gang personally. If I achieved victory Amon's initiation prerequisites would also be nullified.

     This match was different than the first one, for sake of amusement gladiators were not permitted to use kagune and instead battled in simple hand to hand combat. In the academy I had been trained in this type of fighting of course, but unfortunately with my small stature (5'3") I was especially vulnerable to receiving significant damage given the right attack, so I preferred not to engage in enemies with this style of fighting.

     I always had my quinque with me when facing ghouls, but I had never fought another human before, let alone weaponless. The ring was different than the previous one, it was more confined and the floor consisted of putty mud, perhaps to exacerbate the ability to move to make it more amusing? I could only guess.

     My opponent was not as menacingly large as my previous one, although of course more than 4 inches taller than me. They looked human as all ghouls did when not activating their fighting mechanism. A person chanted the countdown leading to this fight and subsequently rung a chattering bell to signify the start of it.

     I raised my fists defensively as taught and circled my opponent with meticulous caution. Stupid enough I did not anticipate the fact that the ghoul would actually immediately lunge at me, wrenching my head around as it jerked me into the air. I could only gasp as it punched my stomach with powerful force, it knocked the breath out of me and sent my mind reeling. No, this was still not an anime and I was not going to start bleeding buckets of blood from my mouth without dying first.

     The ghoul continued to barrage me with hefty blows before throwing me against the wall. Dazed I lay broken in the mud which sucked around my body. The crowd laughed and hollered with pleasure at my abuse. They're all fucking assholes. The ghoul advanced towards me again, snatching my hair and beating my face into the ground. Jesus, rude much?

     Although I was not bleeding from my mouth blood gushed from my nose in thick trickles. I couldn't do anything the beating was just so incessant and relentless. I was barely conscious and he was still beating my face into the ground. When he grew tired of that assault he went on to throw me across the arena (arousing even more roaring and hollering) and then kick me in the stomach relentlessly again. I was so dizzy and bleeding the thought of me winning was no longer even thinkable. Dully I apologized to Amon in my head. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I failed you." I apologized to everyone and begged for atonement for all my transgressions at that point.
At the end of my internal repentance speech I felt fulfilled and whole for once. Maybe I would only get 27 pikes stuck up my ass in hell instead of 63. The ghoul then started to bash my head again and I knew it was all over. He cackled and in victory at my obvious loss he picked me up by the hair and held me close to his face.

"I win, fucking cracker twink."

"I'm not gay, it only happened once, okay?"

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"I didn't know she was a girl...  well actually, I knew she was a girl but she was really hot, you know what, why do we have to label everything, why can't we just be human?"

Dazed and barely conscious I lifted my bruised and swollen face to look at him. He was actually kinda hot if he wasn't a ghoul and wasn't punching a hole in my face. Suddenly glimpses of my dream flashed back to me, the horrible figures chasing me, grabbing me, biting me... my eyes widened at my epiphany and I knew what I had to do. With the last of my strength I lunged at the ghoul's neck, sinking my teeth in as deep as I could, twisting my mouth to tear it as viciously as possible. Blood spurted in huge splashes, immediately soaking my face and dribbling into my eyes. I couldn't see, but after each bite and gasp of breath I bit again in furious repetition, increasing the strength of each following rip, there was so much blood. The ghoul screamed and tried to wrench me away from him, but I clung tightly, I had never bitten something like this before, and the adrenaline of such a horrible and primal act surged in my veins with pure hatred.

     I tore a magnificent hole in his throat but continued to enlarge it. He crashed to the ground, writhing in agony as he not only drowned in his own blood but had his throat gashed open. After about 10 minutes he stop writing, his eyes dulling with death. I staggered to my feet and wiped the blood that cascaded down my face. I was breathing heavy again and very close to passing out. The crowd didn't know how to react, some shouting that I had cheated, others howling in excitement that I had done something unexpected and violent. I swore to myself I wouldn't pass out again to leave myself vulnerable to violation, but I was unable to fulfill it.