Zombie Phase (Tokyo Ghoul +FanFiction+)

Chapter 9: The Bastard

I couldn't believe what I was reading. I was shocked to know he was alive all this time and now to have found him under these conditions really got to me. My mother really didn't talk about my father, I figured it must have been hard for her. Raising a daughter like me alone and by herself, I tried not to cry. I couldn't bare it, I crumbled. The tears from the pain of being kidnapped, the pain of being tortured, the pain of being defiled added to me having a hunger so strong come over me, that it had me eat my own mother. I still tasted her on my lips; it was a pain and yet a darkness I couldn't explain. I am sorry, God. If you exist, you are truly one sick and sadistic son of a bitch. 

I stood from the floor and slowly made my way to the shower. Turning both the right and left knob until the temperature of the water was hot enough to relax my muscles but cool enough not to scar my flesh. As I placed the clothes that Akira gave me on the side of the sink, I peeled out of my dirty clothes. I left them on the side of the marble toilet and stepped into the steamy shower. The warmth of the water, it made me feel slightly better. I looked down at my hands and slowly they began to shake. I was a monster, this was who I was now. I turned my head and to my surprise a sponge and bar of soap waited for me. It was a cherry blossom bar of soap, I liked it. I placed the small bar on the sponge, letting the suds built up before I trailed the sponge over my body. 

I wondered if this feeling was the same as a serial killers. When they got in the shower after killing someone, did they still feel this empty or did they feel at bliss? I shook my head and dropped the bar to the side of the tub, running my hands through my hair. I didn't want to think about that, I was going to have to move on. I stayed in the shower for so long, my hands had stopped shaking. Cutting off the water, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel hanging on the rack. First drying my face, arms, stomach, waist then legs. I didn't bother to dry my feet or hair, I put on the black t-shirt and jeans that Akira tossed me. I was surprised that he knew my size, it hugged my body right.

As I stepped out of the room, Akira was there in the doorway. His Figure was still until he saw me, he smiled. His voice the same as when I first met him "Come, the Master wants to speak to you." I grunted, did he know? Could I mess with the people here, if they knew their Master was my father? I bit my bottom lip. I started thinking, maybe that wasn't him, maybe it was  a person who shared his name and looks. I wanted to believe anything but  my own thoughts.  I walked down the hall, looking over the paintings along the wall. "All painted by the Master." Akira spoke out loud as if reading my mind. They all were beautiful, clearly he had much time on his hands. We reached a divine door, truly it was beautiful, royal like. Akira knocked on the door and a voice boomed on the other side "Come in." I softly exhaled, that didn't sound like my father.

As the doors slowly slid open, I marveled over the sight inside. Everything in the room, looked to be in a class all by itself. My first thought was that this Master had expensive taste. I wondered over, transfixed on a nude glass sculpture that was on a white and gold table. My fingers ran over the glass until I slightly slit my finger on a spike, hidden in the glass. The voice that welcomed us in spoke again "You shouldn't touch that, come closer." I turned my attention to the male voice, walking closer toward it. He sat at a white desk covered in gold things. I couldn't make out his face due to the fact that he rested in the darkest area of the room. I finally reached his desk and my eyes went wide. His eyes were different, darker. His shoulders broader and his arms more ripped with muscle. I slowly slid to my knees and he grinned the most devilish grin I had ever seen. He stood from the chair he was in and made his way toward me.

He wore a cape, black as night with gold lining. As he stepped closer to me, I could feel my heart shake. There he was now, right in front of me. He bent down and ran his right hand along my face. I felt my whole body go tight, I couldn't move. His voice, the same tone as when he greeted us. Deep, husky, that of a man "You look beautiful." He gripped my chin and stared into my eyes, his tone a little harsher "More beautiful than that whore of a mother of yours." I bit my bottom lip, I couldn't. He simply smiled and leaned in to whisper in my ear "That's a good girl, just like that you don't say a word." I turned my head from him, unable to speak. He looked up to Akira and waved him off, Akira bowed and left us in the room. The sound of the big doors closing behind him and then silence. He stood in front of me for seconds before he went back to sit behind his desk. He crossed his legs in his seat and looked at me, I finally got the courage to utter six words and I didn't feel like a coward at the end.

"Why did you do it father?"

What awful things does Mari's father have planned for her? What role does she have in all of this? Find out in chapter Ten: The Promise....