the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

cold corpse

I stood above the bleeding corpse with impassivity. I stared at its bloody surges and was overcome with complete coldness. His death meant nothing to me and in that moment nothing meant anything to me. Calmly I walked over and picked up my quinque, deactivating it and putting it on my back as before. I chose the middle door to walk through, everything felt dull and quiet, I had no idea why. Everything felt as if it were in slow motion and surreal, as if I was watching this from an outside perspective. I continued onward, coming across rooms that once held fighting, stepping over carnage and gore, splattered organs and sticky puddles of blood meant nothing to me. Vaguely I wondered where Amon was.

  Occasionally some ghouls crossed my path and I slaughtered them without remorse or words then continued walking. I descended down another flight of stairs without any regard for my secrecy or not. I walked past prison chambers, emaciated ghouls trapped in metal cages, howling for my mercy and their release. I ignored them. I came across torture chambers, the rooms painted with blood and misery, torture devices and instruments lay scattered on the ground, around the restraining chairs and retraining tables, on carts and metal shelves. I felt nothing, not pity nor hatred at such abuse, nothing.  I walked down more corridors and hallways, coming to a door, I threw it open. It was another muscular ghoul crouched behind a desk.

  "Take me to your leader," I said simply. The ghoul refused wordlessly, instead activating its kagune and advancing towards me. I activated my quinque and hurled myself at him with speed, my quinque slicing off his kagune and with his hesitation I grabbed his shirt and threw him against the wall. "Tell me where your leader is," I said again.

  "Fuck off," he hissed. "What kind of ghoul are you?" With my other elbow I bashed his teeth in, he gasped.

  "Do you want me to kill you?" I asked. "Tell me where he is." The ghoul sputtered blood.

  "I-I don't know." I skewered his head with my quinque and dropped his limp body. I still felt nothing. I walked into another intersection room and was all of a sudden ambushed by an impressive amount of ghouls. All gang members looked the same so I couldn't distinguish if they were Merdetaros or Helexias, it didn't matter to me. I fought them eloquently, side stepping their attacks, spinning with my strikes, plunging my quinque into their pathetic bodies with graceful uppercuts. As more ghouls came spilling in sense finally dawned on me and I realized I was becoming vastly out powered. Despite this I struggled and fought with every fiber of my power.

As expected though I was eventually caught into the arms of multiple ghouls, shoved to the ground with my hands held behind my back with force. I was so sick of being restrained, I had been captured too many times. A massive ghoul approached me.

  "Put her in a cage," it snarled. "We'll deal with it later once we get these damn animals out of our base." Animals? How ironic, ha. As ordered they shoved me into a metal cage along with the other fellow ghouls, who upon seeing a person begged to be released. The gang members left and I was again forced to reflect on myself and my surroundings. The ghouls around me continued moaning in agony, apparently they had not been fed nor properly taken care of. The sound of their suffering was almost too much to bear, why couldn't they just shut up? The realization that I too might be subjected to their treatment crept into my mind.

   They were not fed nor given anything to drink, they shat and pissed in their cages, was I the next to die of starvation or dehydration? I was beginning to panic despite my best effort to stay calm. What if they tortured me? Oh god, I couldn't bear the thought of that, I had been abused far too greatly already. I joined the other ghouls in pathetically wringing the bars and doors of my cage, but of course my efforts were fruitless. The ghouls continued to moan and cry after hours and it was incredibly unsettling. Where was Amon? What time was it even? With my failure to meet him outside would he assume I was dead? Or worse, try to recover me by going back into the danger himself? I gritted my teeth. That stupid man always trying to be the hero. I continued waiting for hours, rubbing my fingers together for some kind of stimulation to keep me from dwelling on the frighteningly nebulous and unpredictable future.

  In the distance I could hear the sounds of battle, cries and screams of the dead and dying, the slicing of kagunes, the loud cracking of guns. Over time I came up with a small mental game to keep me distracted. I would randomly think of numbers in rapid succession. 1, 56, 32, 89, 64, 78... the constant pressure to blurt out another number kept me completely focused on it. I tried not to think about Amon for the thought of him being hurt or worrying about me gave me anxiety from my inability to do anything about it. I continued with my game. Eventually ghouls entered the prison chambers and glared at us from outside.

  "Should we kill them?" one asked.

  "Of course." To that more ghouls cried and begged for mercy, proclaiming their family and loved ones that gave their lives value. One of them looked me in the eye."That's the one that killed our leader," it said. "I saw it with my own eyes. Take her alive." Ah, so these were Merdetaros infantry? They yanked me out by my arms bent behind my back and marched me from there. As I left I could hear the remaining gang members massacring the prisoners. I closed my eyes and swallowed the discomfort in my stomach. They put a bag over my head and led me out of the complex and into a van, the scene familiar to when Amon and I had first been kidnapped by them about a month ago.

  After a considerable drive they yanked me out again and threw me into yet another cell, probably leaving me to gather the rest of their troops, organize themselves from the battle and straighten everything out. The bag was still over my head and I wheezed from the lack of air. So apparently the Merdetaros had been successful in taking over Base T, but not without the death of Gashtar, ha! They had restrained me in the familiar plastic cuffs so I was unable to do anything but pathetically shuffle and squirm on the ground. Finally I allowed myself to rest and took a break from struggling. To be honest I was actually quite exhausted from the battle and the shock of fighting. I rested my head on the cold metal floor and listened to the sounds from outside. There was nothing but the humming of lights and whistling of occupied pipes. I slept fitfully that night and waited most of the following day. Thirst and hunger became a palpable reality. The bag over my head left me oblivious to anything, although it did help assuage my panic to some degree and made it easier to sleep. I lost track of time as I was immersed in my game before some opened the cell and yanked me to my feet. They dragged me to another chamber and lifted the bag.

  "Ready for another interrogation?"