Devil's Wonderland

Haru

Halo Five: Haru:

-Haru-

They took everything from me.

I was only four years old when they turned me into a monster. I didn't want this life. For most of my life, I have only seen the walls of Chou Mori. Our mother never took care of us. She couldn't. Our mother was only fifteen and wasn't at all there. I did touch her cheek one time. She nursed Honoka and I, that much was true. But then when we were three years old, they took us and turned us into monsters.

-August 10th, 1989-

My sister and I were taken into a room full of beds. We woke up here and didn't remember how we got there. I turned my head in the darkness. To my relief, I could see Honoka's desperate eyes staring back at me. I grabbed onto her hand.

"No cry," I said. That was all that I could say at the time. My sister started to calm down as I held her hand back. This would be the only thing that would only calm her down. She couldn't speak or fend for herself. I was more developed than she was. I couldn't talk well enough but Honoka couldn't talk or respond to many things. She only knew of me.

Then he walked into the room. He held a giant needle in his hand. A needle filled with deep red liquid. I panicked as I tried to get up. My body was strapped down to my bed. I didn't let go of my sister's hand the whole time. They injected her first and then me. Three days of pain and hell awaited us.

It felt like I was being held underwater and being beaten all over. I couldn't breathe. My body ached everywhere. Sweat covered my skin. The only thing that kept me together was my sister's hand. She made gurgling noises. Honoka still didn't let go of my hand. I wanted to talk to her but my throat felt like it was burning. Tears ran down our cheeks.

By three days, most of the other victims in the room were dead. Half of them had rotted away and turned to much. Mouths hung wide open with empty eyes. Some didn't even have eyes anymore. The man to my right was in his seventies. He never hurt anyone. He just wandered around the activity room mumbling to himself. They took him and brought him here. He didn't deserve this. Frightened, I turned to my left. To my relief, Honoka was still alive but barely.

-Present Day-

A man with dressed in a long black coat with black hair stood over a twenty-five-year-old woman's body at her feet. Kitano ran down to the lobby. It didn't take him long to connect the dots as the man looked up at him with dead eyes.

"Hello, sensei," he said in an intimidating, monotone voice. "Your first born has returned." Kitano stepped back, shaking.

"Adam?" was all he asked. He could see fire in the man's eyes.

"That is not my name," he hissed. "It is Haru. Not, Adam. My name is Noda Haru!" The receptionist stared at him silent behind the desk as she stared at his naked left hand at his side. Kitano ignored him.

"Adam, I understand you are mad," he said in a calm voice. "But Doi-san has noting to do with your grievance. She's just a young woman getting over anxiety. You didn't have to kill her."

"But I do," Haru said. "She does not deserve to be poisoned by your false words. I did her a favor by saving her from you."

"If you want revenge then why not kill me?" Kitano asked. Haru sneered. He looked down at the body.

"No," he said. "Death is too good for you. I prefer to make you the scape goat." Haru kicked the body out of his way.

"She won't be the last," he said. "Good night." Haru turned and walked out the door. The receptionist picked up the phone.