Darkness of the Mind
“Hey, where are the two of you going?” Sakimura, plainly concerned over Uehara’s actions, hurries over to you. “I’ll come along.”
“No, you
can’t. It won’t take long. This is very important to me, so please…” When he hears her sincere plea, Sakimura is unable to do anything except nod awkwardly. Grabbing your hand, Uehara pulls you away. You see Kayano eyeing your exit from the room suspiciously, although ultimately she does not lift a finger to stop you from leaving.
***
Uehara leads you further and further into the hospital. Her hand is clammy and dry, and she does not speak a word. She seems to be rather nervous for some reason.
Acchan, are you going to let her lead you around like a little puppy?
Ei complains.
You speak up. “How far are we going, Uehara-san?”
“O-Oh. Here… here should do it,” she says absent-mindedly. Her feet come to a halt. Letting go of your hand, she turns and enters the nearest room.
You walk in after her. The room is dark; the only source of light is a small window at the opposite end from the door. Squinting your eyes, you can make out a couch, a coffee table, and some magazine racks. They don’t seem to have been used in ages. This appears to be a lounge of some sort: perhaps one for medical personnel in between shifts. You do not see Uehara…
Behind me.
track: hospitality
At the same time, you hear the door close behind you, and the click of the bolt locking it in place.
“You definitely remember everything, right? You wouldn’t have agreed to come with me otherwise.” Uehara’s voice is tremulous, wavering. The pitch hints at a brittleness that feels like it could shatter at any moment. “And if you remember everything…”
You hear footsteps. Before you can turn fully, Uehara smashes into your back. The force of the collision almost knocks you to the ground – she must have thrown her entire body weight into that lunge. “If you remember everything… that means that this is the last night for you, Shinohara Seiji,” Clinging close to you, she whispers, madly and rapidly, “No more nights a hundred is too much let alone a thousand let alone ten thousand if I sacrifice you here first I will take your eyes then your voice and then your mind and when I drain your blood then it will end it will end it will end it will end it will end it end it end it everything will end and I will be able to free Seika-nee from your clutches!”
Above her fingers you glimpse a glint of dull, rusting metal. It is a small kitchen knife, a five-inch long blade meant to eviscerate fish and poultry alike. Breathing heavily, she tightens her grip on the knife and twists, trying to push it further in. Somehow, you feel only a slight prick, even though the blade has been plunged in almost to the hilt.
Ow ow ow… please be more careful, Acchan! You owe me for this, okay?
It looks like the stab went through Ei; the pages of the book physically stopped the blade before it could tear open your guts. The voices begin to rise in your mind, floating to the surface of your consciousness like rotting bodies from the depths.
Kill her.
Kill the bitch.
She’s in your way.
“You want to kill me… so there’ll be no complaints if I do the same to you, right?” you ask coldly.
The look of unhinged satisfaction on Uehara’s face vanishes as she realizes that you are still alive and well, swiftly replaced by a stare of abject, fearful horror. Her hands strain as she tries to pull the knife out – she cries out desperately, but it does not give way. She only succeeds in tugging the book out of your clothes. Suddenly, Uehara winces, shaking her head. You feel it too, a brief, high-pitched keening in your head. The babbling in your head increases in volume, and you become suddenly
aware of your urge to smash her face in. Distracted, Uehara’s fingers fumble and the knife, along with the book, clatters to the ground. She goes to retrieve her weapon, stretching out with desperate hope…
She has left herself open. Grabbing her wrists, you pin her to the floor swiftly. She struggles beneath you, screaming with pure rage. Her face is flushed and her hair in disarray. As she bucks and kicks underneath you, her buttons come loose, and you catch a glimpse of pale, enticing flesh, glistening with sweat from her exertions.
Your grip on her wrists tighten, and you stare.
Oh, how you stare. Life is no more exquisite than when it is near its end, like a candle burning at the final lengths of its wick. A pinch to snuff it out. A pinch.
Straddling her, you savor her struggles. Gently, with the touch of a caressing lover, you walk your hands up her smooth arms, circling them over her chest, and finally rest them around her neck. Her slim, soft, pliable, fragile little neck.
Then, you pinch.
You squeeze.
She chokes, gasping for breath.
She flails at you with her fists, but you only stare back at her.
There is madness and fear and desperation in her beautiful eyes, but there is also unyielding defiance and determination.
The sort of bitch you enjoy having your way with the most. You will bring her to the edge of death, where both you and her would be most aroused, and do it, and repeat it over and over until she is bored and broken.
You look at your callused hands, tightening around her young neck, and the worn, fraying ends of the uniform you wear, and suddenly realize that her hateful gaze is directed not at you
but behind you
and you sense another person in the room with you
behind you
you look up, at the young man standing behind you, an inscrutable expression on his face. He is holding a black book in one hand.
It is open.
***
You look down at the pale shade of the orderly who had risen from the ground and attacked Uehara while you were distracted, fighting off the murderous thoughts surfacing within your mind. The blank, leering eyes of the dead man look at you in benign puzzlement, but he soon turns his lustful attentions back to his prize.
If you let him break her mind first, she will be much easier to work with, Acchan. No matter how you decide to dispose of her later.
Even though she has given the pragmatic suggestion, Ei’s usual exuberance seems to be missing, and there is a sense of discomfort and reluctance to her tone.
“I will decide, Ei."
***
A. You don’t want to deal with any of this. Saving Uehara doesn’t mean she is going to be grateful to you. She has demonstrated her hostile intentions fairly well, and might even be too far gone for you to reason with. You flee the room, letting the ghost have its way with her. She can hardly complain, can she? After all, she tried to kill you.
B. You let the ghost do the work of breaking Uehara’s body and mind, but destroy it before it actually kills her. It will be much easier to bend her to your will when she is utterly shattered, and from the weariness in her eyes, you are sure that this experience will be enough to break her psyche entirely. Then, she will be yours, to do with as you wish.
C. You will spare her the torment that the ghost will put her through, but you will not spare her. She is your enemy, and that has been clearly demonstrated. The voices are right on that part, even if they may be a bit aggressive about it. You destroy the ghost, and then kill Uehara yourself. After you ask her a few questions, you’ll at least give her a quick death.
D. You destroy the ghost quickly and save Uehara. With the loss of your memory, you cannot be certain that you
didn’t do anything that deserves a stabbing. She might yet be in the right. You are not confident that saving her life will be enough to win her favour, but perhaps it can be the start of a truce, even though you think that you will probably regret such naivety later...