Uncontrollable || Dazai Osamu » book 1 ✓

13 | Demons of the Angel

"You just won't let up would you?!"

Resentment flashed in her eyes as she stared intently at her boss without diverting her gaze. The maniac laughing of the cursed doll in the background wasn't making her irate mood any better. Tied down to the backseat of the car with ropes, she muttered a string of vulgarities under her breath to vent her frustration.

"Shitty bastard. I agreed to work with you to learn to control my ability and some shit but I don't recall agreeing to this kind of stupid killing spree!"

Mori merely smirked. She desired nothing more than to punch the lights out of him. Except that she couldn't, the ropes around her wrist were too tight that it hurts.

(If only I could reach for the switchblade in my pocket, I could cut myself free.)

Her fingers edged towards the thin handle of her knife. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she bent her body slightly to the side to let herself have easier access. Her fingers wrapped around the cold metal and she gingerly pulled it out. However, the guard beside her picked up on her movements and snagged the switchblade away before she could start cutting the bond that restrained her.

(Well, curse my luck.)

"We're here, Boss."

The guards pulled her out of the car by the collar and she fell onto the scorching road. The all too familiar brick building of the Agency right before her.

(Shit. No. Please, hell no.)

On Boss' order, the guards cut her ropes. She bared her teeth at them when the knife grazed her skin, drawing blood. When she was finally released, she acted out whatever that came to mind.

Her fist connected with the face of the bodyguard that was on her right, striking him square at the jaws. The man gnashed his teeth in pain as she drove her heels into his ribs. An audible crack was heard as he flew back a few paces and she took this opportunity to seize her switchblade back.

She swivelled around just as a punch was directed towards her cheek which she dodged with absolutely no effort and plunged the blade deep into the other guard's abdomen. The guard coughed up blood and staggered back before collapsing lifeless on the ground.

She turned back just as the other guard got back on his feet. Dashing head-on, she aimed for his throat. Slitting the thin flesh open ruthlessly, she didn't bat an eye when the blood splattered onto her face and clothes.

(Emotions are just a waste of energy.)
(If I have to kill to protect,)
(then I will.)

She turned to Mori who had just stepped out of the car. Her next target. She wasn't going to hold herself back this time. She jumped up and over the car, denting it, switchblade in hand.

Mori didn't make any means to attack back, instead, he raised the cursed doll over his head. The blade ripped the head of the doll apart, tearing it open in half. She landed on her feet and quickly got back up. She planned to drive the blade into his chest when her surroundings blurred and melted away. Darkness caved her in.

It was pitch black.

Empty.

There was not a single soul or sound. Suddenly, her surroundings lightened, like a curtain that had been draped over her had lifted. However, she was still standing in the middle of nowhere.

Then, she saw it.

Not an opening, but a person.

A person lying in a pool of blood.

(Y/n) walked over to the still body. It was undoubtedly a female's. A slender figure with long, (h/c) hair. The woman's face was turned away from her, so couldn't identify who she was.

The atmosphere reeked of death. She crouched beside the woman. Cautiously, she stretched a hand out towards the corpse. The skin under her fingers was ice cold. There was no pulse. No blood flowing through the body. She ran her finger through the tangled tresses and gave it a firm tug.

As soon as she took a glimpse at the woman's features, she released the (h/c) locks from her hand. The head of the woman fell back into the crimson pool with a lifeless thud. She drew back so quickly that she lost her balance, landing hard on her bottom.

Her body shook. Her eyes faltered with fear and her pupils dilated as she processed the face of the woman. The erratic thumping of her heart was driving her into deeper panic. A shudder swept down the length of her spine, sending goosebumps to break out like an infection across her body.

Her throat contracted, robbing her of all oxygen. She clutched her neck. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes wandered to the lifeless body. It was no longer there. The pool of blood, too, had disappeared.

(Huh?)

She was lifted off her feet, floating a few inches off the ground. She strained her neck and looked from the corner of her eye. A silhouette stood behind her, hands wrapped tightly around her neck. It was the woman from earlier.

The dead body.

The lifeless soul.

The assassinated one.

It was none other than her mother.

(Is this my karma?)

"M-mom? Wh-what are y-you doing?" She croaked.

"Demon! Child of the damned. A demon spawn. You killed me! Die, die!" The woman screeched.

The scene around her changed.

She was back.

Back to her old home, that is. Back to the very room where she killed her mother. Another figure came into the room. A tall man holding a butcher knife. A shadow cast over his facial features. The man trudged towards her with heavy steps. He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes with deep hatred.

Hatred for her.

"D-dad? What are doing here?"

"To kill the demon," He snarled bitterly.

More people filed into the room. People of different ages. Both young and old. Female and male. They circled around her. Each held a lighter in their hand.

(Who are they?)

A man in a suit stepped out of the ring. He did not have a lighter, instead, he held a cell phone. Memories resurfaced. He's the man she killed while he was talking on his phone.

"Demon. Child of the damned. Demon spawn," They chanted. Her head throbbed from their voices. The people surrounding them lit up their lighters and threw it at her feet.

"Demon."

The fire spread, setting the room on fire. The heat scorched her, but not them.

"Child of the damned."

Her father raised the knife over his head.

"D-dad! No!" She choked.

"Die!"

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