The Beginning of the End

Chapter 19

A/N
(Warning: gore kind-of?)

Hinata missed the trees and their vibrancy, the creek and it's cool stream. How earth's terrain comforted him and basked him in serenity. He missed volleyball, and how it felt to spike, leaving a pleasant ache on his palm.

It all seemed like such a distant memory.

All he could focus on now was how warm his legs felt and the constant buzz that echoed in his head, composing a dull sensation in the back of his eyes.

Hinata's head drooped down, forcing him to look at his thighs, all he could see was scarlet. His upper thigh was covered in dry blood, a slit lined his leg, stitches zig zagged across it.

"How lovely, we haven't had these many candidates since last week." The old woman was at the door, her veil removed as she licked her lips in anticipation, eyeing the five boys hungrily.

Hinata felt frozen with fear, he was petrified. He didn't understand why him and his friends were shackled in this room. He was also confused on why the old woman had five jars with her. Were they going to be tortured? Was this lady going to kill them?

"Don't be scared" cooed the old woman, as if reading his mind. "It's an honor to be here.."

She paced back and forth in front of the boys, pausing by Akaashi to stroke his face. He flinched at the contact, drawing beads of blood from his wrists and ankles as they were pricked by the barbed wire.

"Your bodies will be our temples, blessed skin so we can appease the gods. Your blood will be offered to the heavens, so that this world may be cleansed."

Hinata's heart beat erratically. They wanted his blood? He didn't want to get hurt, he didn't want to die. Maybe Kageyama had been right when they had argued in the forest...

"You five shall not die, as long as your blood is worthy you will be spared. Let us commence our plea to the gods!"

Five men crowded into the room and Hinata wanted to scream. They all wore masks. One resembled Yamamoto, it was the man Hinata had encountered in the forest.

With a closer look, Hinata felt his insides churn. His blood chilled and he felt like vomiting. The mask resembled Yamamoto because it WAS Yamamoto. The man was wearing the ace's skinned face.

Hinata scanned the men further and saw that they were all wearing the faces of Nekoma's players; Yamamoto, Fukunaga, Teshiro, and Shibayama. Only one man didn't wear a mask, the man with the red pony tail.

Pony tail walked up to Hinata, smiling wickedly. A knife was in his hand this time.
Hinata braced himself, ready to be killed, but instead his shirt was torn. It was pulled off, leaving his chest bare.

Pony tail began humming a tune, tracing his knife along Hinata's body, who was beginning to feel queasy with fear.

The movement stopped at his collarbone, when the knife was pressed down, drawing beads of blood. Hinata whimpered at the pain, his eyes brimmed with tears. Pony tail grabbed a jar by the door and held it against Hinata, collecting his blood.

More cuts were made against Hinata's skin, Pony tail collected every drop. Hinata's cries sounded warped through the tape, his nose was running.

Goosebumps appeared and tiny hairs stood up as Hinata felt the knife settle below his belly button. Hinata thrashed around frantically, but the blade continued its course, impaling Hinata's stomach. The agony was unbearable, causing him to throw up slightly.