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ren-akimiya · 6 years

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Stalker Metamorphosis

I walked into my office with a crime investigation folder in my arms. After a long chase, we finally put that psychopath behind bars. However, despite knowing that she can get sentenced for her entire life, or put in an asylum, she didn't resist much. Or maybe not at all. She simply put everything in her hands down on the floor as we pointed guns at her. And those eyes... just staring into the abyss of nothingness. It was rather creepy. I have seen similar eyes on victims of homicide. Shock and extreme trauma cause it most of the time. It felt like... she was a completely different person from what we were expecting. She had a diary with her. I know it is rude for one to read a complete stranger's diary, however, I am really interested in what can be in it. Wacos like her usually write interesting and creepy shit, and I always loved horror as a genre in almost everything. Games, movies, books... let the genre be horror, and I always gave it a try. The chills running down my spine, before a good scare or when an eerie music began to play in the background, brought a sense of euphoria as well. Sometimes an effective jumpscare filled my mind with ecstasy as well however it always felt cheap on the long term. Guilty pleasure what I call it. Maybe I sound creepy, but tell you what, I am a genuine and cool guy. Sometimes a little bit too passive.

I put down the folder on the closer end of the desk and jumped into my chair. The diary was inside my pocket, ever since the arrest so I did not need to take it away from the evidence safe. There is a smaller chance I get discovered this way. Holding back evidences can put me into every kind of trouble however curiosity got the better of me. I guess there is no turning back at this point. My fingers slip under the cover and with a steady motion towards myself, I opened it on the first page. As expected, nothing was on the first page. Why the hell did I even open on it. Turning on the next page revealed what I was looking for. The handwriting was pretty and organized. It was odd from a sort of artist as far as I know. Or maybe I am just generalizing.

Entry 1:

Dear Diary,

I’m happy I’m starting you.

Well, my psychiatrist suggested writing a diary so that I clear up my mind from all the things happened to me. I am not entirely sure though what he was referring to...

He was asking questions about what was the last thing I remember before I fell into a coma. I had a really hard time answering them. Until my CT scan doesn't come back to him I am restricted of using anything electronic since it can worsen the possible damages in my brain. Better safe than sorry I guess. However, he recommended me to write a diary or some sort to clean my head from the cloud that blocks my thoughts and help me remember certain scenes. I have no idea why he wants me to do that. Did I see a wanted criminal or something that bad happened they need to catch someone? I think it is better for me to pull myself out from the case entirely. I don't want any other trouble in my life I already have. Speaking of problems, ever since I got back to my senses I can't shake this odd feeling off of me that someone or something is watching me from behind. I also happen to catch glimpses of it on my horizon but never too close to identify it...

Sound and feels pretty unnerving if you ask me knowing someone is watching me maybe going to do something to me… I just hope nothing happens and I am just imagining things.

Oh well, this all that I wanted to write down for this day. Wow writing my thoughts down to you is pretty fun as well. I might develop a habit out of this. I feel so old school right now...oh well I hope I write down on you soon.

From, Naomi

I put the diary down on the wooden table, under the light of my desk lamp then crossing my fingers in front of my head and resting it. Thoughts rush through every synapse of my brain, piecing together the unnecessary info and the already known facts about the caught girl. No motive or possible explanation in this entry…

Reaching down under the paper again, I turned the page to reveal the next entry in the strange diary

Entry 2:

Dear Diary,

Finally, back at school. I was worried that I would fall behind my studies and fail, after working so hard for getting mom and dad’s approval to get in this college. I cannot let my hopes and dreams shatter just because of this little coma. I know they can’t make huge exceptions like letting me pass all the test. I would not want it either. I would just pull more unnecessary attention on me. I don’t want that…. I don’t want to be noticed anymore...Please just leave me alone...Not anymore...I think I uncovered the secret that lying that certain night’s shadows...

It looks like the entry ends here. The part with the dots appears to be less organized and more like scribbles. The psychology book about handwriting would say that the person who wrote this was in fear. The strokes of the pen suggest that the writer’s hand was shaking while writing. I bit down on my finger, ripping of a small fragment of my skin chewing them into softer dusty matter then swallowed it. A really bad habit of mine. I start doing this thing when I feel excited or I am bored. Few of my colleagues who I am friends with said that I should try dropping this childish habit, since they and science says that removing your skin causes bacteria to invade your body. Are they thinking that I am some kind of idiot? I am fully aware of that fact. I just can’t help it…

Shaking my head, I turn a few more pages only running through the lines with my eyes. Nothing really interesting except this shadow figure that entry 7 describes. I stopped scrolling to put on under my metaphoric magnifying glass.

Entry 7:

The shadow person is getting more and closer with each passing day. This goddamn faceless figure. I think it resembles a huge figure. Mostly humanoid in shape however it keeps on warping and warping sometimes. And not just that but I think I began hallucinating even weirder shit. Sometimes when I turn on a corner, everyone disappears from this city. It becomes abandoned. I roam the empty streets for a while, begging to find someone with me without any luck whatsoever. When I snap back to reality I am usually at the same spot where this hallucination started. Yes, I classify them as hallucination since I see them clearly but no one else does. I never move from my original spot either. What else could it be? Exactly, nothing else, other than a hallucination.

I heard about killings taking place in the city more and more frequently. Coincidentally, my hallucinations became more common and longer. What if...these two things are linked somehow…

The entry ends here. The author noticeably became more frustrated than ever. Organized writing and structure were thrown out of the window at this point. Her fear emitted from her writings, like a sinister miasma choking me. Chills ran down on my spine while reading the entry. This is what I was waiting for. Excitement. From the very moment I first averted my gaze at her broken facial expression and empty emerald green eyes I knew I was in for some exciting events.

My pupils filled most of my eyes, pushing out my iris to the outer rim of the inner ring and every single hair on my arms stood on their edge. I could not wait even a millisecond and turned to the final page. The entry was this:

Entry 13:

Dear Diary,

I was really glad to start you so I could talk about this dark secret with you. Dark secret... sounds pretty cliché if you ask me. I am finally putting together the pieces of the puzzle. The meaning behind this hallucination, the Shadow Being and the genocides occurring across the city. Meaning? What the fuck am I even trying to say. There is no meaning to anything what am I doing. I don’t even know why am I hallucinating. Maybe I am just simply going nuts. These medications that the doctor gave to me have no goddamn use.

I hear him telling things to me. I don’t know what, but I am certain that he is talking to me in a strange language. I can’t even think it is human language… He is getting closer to me. One night I woke up to him staring at me, just a couple inches away from my face but when I blinked, he was gone in an instant. Why am I referring to that thing as a “he”? It is something beyond human knowledge. A malevolent beast that wants nothing else just to take people away and murdering them in unspeakable ways. Or maybe this is just all in my head…

Never mind... Nothing matters anymore. Whatever that thing is, imaginary or real, I am giving myself up to it. I am tired of running…

Thank you, my dear Diary. You were a wonderful companion throughout this journey.

I closed the small journal and put it back on my table. Averting my gaze at the case folder on the very edge of my desk, I pulled it under the yellow light of the desk lamp. The newly gained information fit right into the missing spots of the case’s jigsaw puzzle. Though the case was solved as soon as we caught the poor thing in the forest. She made a shelter there to keep herself from hurting more people. Her final acts are worthy of acknowledgment, as Naomi, however, it will not erase the fact that she killed people.

I let out a long sigh then got back up from the comfortable hold of the leather chair and I left my office with the journal in the pocket of my coat. The rain was pouring from the sky so for the distance between the door of the building and my car, I opened my umbrella. If I am correct, she must be in jail still. I don’t remember the chief talking about transferring her to an asylum or prison. Starting the engine, I drove down in the dim lit road towards the district’s police station. The words from the diary formed images in my head, flashing into my mind like lightning. For some reason, I felt myself more and more agitated with each passing street light as the distance between me and the complicated serial killer lessened. Pain stung into my stomach like a tiny blade and my arms became shaky again. I have not felt like this ever since my first case. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and my heavy feet pushed down on the gas pedal ever so slightly. The engine roared up and the mechanical beast that I was sitting in almost muting the popping sound that the rain gave as each drop landed on the windshield. The adrenaline rush got the better of me until another traffic light put me to a halt by changing to red. It was strange that only the final light gave me a red signal. All other were green or just changed to green like some strange coincidence. And only the final one stopped me, for the better. I would have been sent to the afterlife by the coming truck with a frontal collision. most likely sending my body flying across the windshield or the breaking glass piercing through my skull.

As the light switched to green I took the final turn to the police station. It was technically closed by this time of the day, however, there were always a few officers who were on nightshift to look out for the ones locked up and to answer possible calls. Rushing inside the station from the rain, the officers looked at me dumbfounded.

I asked where can I find the girl that we took in a couple of hours ago. They looked at each other, dumbfounded by my request then one sighed and took me to the cells in the room that opened from the very back of the building. I told him that I would want some alone time with her, to that he widened his gaze then shrugged, leaving the room. I venture forward to the only cell that held someone captive. There she was, sitting by the wall, looking downwards at the floor, or at her feet. Her hair, a brown and semi-short mess. The body was still covered in dirt and her clothes were tattered and torn. When she heard my steps getting louder she raised her head up from between her knees and looked into my eyes. The same soulless eyes I have seen when we caught her. Her huge pupils, trying to focus onto mine, as her emerald iris was only visible on the very outer rim of the central ring. It was like she was in some sort of trance.

Sighing, I pulled the journal out from my pocket and giving it a push, I slid it to her. To this it looked like, life went back into her. Reaching out to it with shaky hands, she lifted it up and held it close to her chest. A gentle smile curved onto my face then took a few steps backward.

“So you have read it. But why?” she asked, in an extremely low tone. It was like she was whispering. My answer was presented to her with a sigh.

“No particular reason. I thought that a psycho’s diary would hold many horrors, waiting to be uncovered. And it looks like I was right.”

She responded with an “Oh,” then looked back down on the floor.

“But why did you bring the diary back to me? It makes no sense…” she said. And that struck me. I had no answer to this question. Possible answers raced through my mind like cars, however, neither of them would have done any good. I was wondering if I would be able to chat with the other one inside her. The so-called Shadow Person, however, it was a fact that bringing her out would only do harm to her. I already broke a few unwritten regulations of mine with bringing the diary back to her. It was time for me to leave, so I left her with the question, hanging unanswered.

On the way back home, in my rear-view mirror, I noticed something. I adjusted it a little bit to gain a better sight on it. Something that I should not be able to see. It looked like a hole anomaly in space, warping and changing into... into a humanoid shape.

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elaizaelric · 4 years

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Typetober Day 8

Many wishes to have immortality because many, if not all, fear death. What they dont realize....its nothing but a curse. When you have an unending life span you could see alot of things...things that you wished you have never seen. It hurts actually, to see people make the same mistakes over and over and over again and sadly they never learn. Love ones gone before you, and here you are...alone. So tell me....is having immortality worth it? Nothing but an endless cycle, you walk through this earth while things take a turn much more worst than it did in the beginning?

They never realize that there are fates much worse than death... So why wish you could live long when you can live your life as it is and never see the horrors life could show you?

Living my life without it being torn away from me...have made me numb that even pain and suffering has dried up. Oh how I could wish death could take me away from this cruel cruel world, but alas even death can't do anything to this cruel fate of mine.

Amidst these days that are just an endless cycle of encounters and partings...

I lost hope, this world of mine that I'm living will be nothing but black and grey. Can't hear the sounds of living not even a faint whisper. I am nothing but a walking empty husk aimlessly wondering to see who could give me a reason to live this spiteful fate of mine. But no one did.

So here I am standing on a ledge, hoping that in this attempt I could finally be free. A frequent task of mine, and many others, I do ever since I learned that I cannot die. Quirks do have their limitations do they not?

I met him.

Red. So bright, easily seen and you can never miss it out. He came swooping down like an angel, so fast that all you can see were red and gold. Maybe a fallen one...what angel have red wings? Then there he was smiling like an idiot asking if I was okay. I never really answered, busy wallowing in depair for I get to see and live another day in this wretched fate of mine. He becomes worried and I don't care for all I did was walk away and disappear amongst the crowd.

By longing to have light, I was bestowed with warmth...

Hero. That winged man is a hero. I never really cared about heroes and villains. Heroes can't help me, they believe that savings lives doesn't mean taking it away. If only they knew how much I will be greatful if they have taken my life. Villains well...its complicated.

Being a hero have its perks they say it can get you anywhere and have anything you want, well I guess that's true because here he is standing in front of my door. Wish it was a villain they might help more than this hero. I asked him what he was doing here and had the audacity to grin and have told me he was checking up on me to see if I'm still alive. Turns out all of my attempts for freedom, as I liked to call it, were not so secretive after all. Damn it. Then again its not like someone would care, I mean people die every die whats one more?

Its foreign to me, this warmth, it such been a long time since I felt it. Tell me has it always been like this?

He became a constant presence in this dreary life of mine. A pest you can't get rid of easily. He never shut ups, always have something new to tell me every time we saw each other. I never really care, after all this is just another cycle of encounters and partings. You would be gone while I will still be here. Wandering and waiting till death has finally found a way to claim me. He shut ups when I finally told him my quirk. It was unnerving really, I never knew he could be really quiet and have him staring at you like that. He truely lives up to his name, Hawks, with a stare like that.

"My quirk is Immortality and thats just it. Nothing special. Just have the ability to live long and never die. Tried a lot of ways to kill myself but nothing happens. One time I tried to kill myself by poisoning, it was painful that I passed out then the next day I woke up like nothing happened", I said while giving him a lighthearted smile, like I was just taliking about the weather. He keeps quiet and stares at me listening intently like it was the secret to All Mights power. "You should just leave me be you know? Less hassle for both of us. Many will be gone before me and always has been from the beginning. It will never change not ever, believe me I tried all ways that I can but it never works. So its best if you don't waste your time on a cursed person like me and live you life to the fullest, you do have limited time on your life so live with no regrets ok? Take this advice from the person who seen it all."

He never left. He never did no matter what I do or say to him. What a stubborn bastard. He still stayed even though he knew what would happen when the time comes. He even become more insistent on seeing me. How Annoying. Every time he has free time he always goes to me. How irritating. What really had thrown me for a loop is that he keeps on insisting to take pictures together. How baffling. Sadly enough, fighting against his annoying feathers is a lost cause when all you have is your feeble strength. In the end I have no choice but to comply lest I waste more energy than I should.

I'm getting close this is bad. I really had enough of it. I don't get it why he was still here with me, insisting to stay in my presence. You'll just die and leave me anyway why bother. So I attempted to stab my heart with a knife, not the first time I done that. I had enough of this, whatever this is, because it won't last. It never does. NEVER. Live long enough to see that. Unfortunately, like he always does, he caught me and have stopped me. It was the first time we fought and shouted at each other. He was angry, his face so red like his feathers which are bristling. I never saw him angry before.

So I finally have asked him why. Why waste your perfectly good life on a cursed person like me? Why stay? Why? Why? WHY?

"Your eyes. They were shouting for help, how can I ignore that. You need some one to save you and I can't just ignore that. I'm not saying this as a hero but as a person who saw beyond what you let others see. You may hide behind a lighthearted smile but your eyes tells a different story", he says while holding the knife I attempted to stab my heart with. "For the pictures well... so that you can't forget. You may think that your life may be a curse but it can have a some silver linings in it. Every encounters and partings you had, you will have good memories of it that I wish I'm part of it. So, don't forget me ok?" Then he gave me a melancholic smile while I stood their dumbfounded.

A knife is stuck to my chest, and I leave it as it is for a long long time now. For the moment I pull it out the tears won’t stop overflowing...

I cried. HARD. I thought I have no tears left to cry. Been doing that alot every failed attempt to seek freedom I longingly wish. Now I am numb. All this time I just swallow up my loneliness and pain but here I am crying in his arms enclosed in his wings. Warm. I feel warm. And. It. Feels. Good. I missed feeling this. Living for so long I felt nothing but the cold arms of despair of another failed attempt. Now its nothing but warmth. I love it.

I already lost the place that I’d considered as home...

Keigo. Takami, Keigo. I never knew I could love to say a name over and over again and necer get tired on saying it. I love what it means, it fits perfectly for you. You've become someone special. You have asked me to live with you. Easy to make more memories. Here we are making memories on your high rise and expensive apartment. Typical. You have now become my home. When you're wondering all over the place its really hard to name a place your home. Home is where you can come back to, a place where you are safe and happy. Now, you Keigo are my home. Someone I could go back to even for this short fleeting moment. I know you loved it too, seeing that when you got home you always have that smile on your face after a long day of doing hero work and hearing your soft whisper, I'm home.

You gave me a reason to live.

I'm not naive, I could see how much your work affects you. Being a hero was never easy. Sometimes you must give up some part of you to help the people in need. You told me that you needed to go somewhere and that you'll be gone indefinitely. I understand, I really do. I'm not naive, been living long enough to know certain things. So I asked you to make a promise and that you fulfill it the best you can. You sealed it with a sweet kiss. Told me that you will come back for there are more memories to make, the both of us. That night we gave ourselves to each other, it was a bittersweet moment we had together. I never imagine that I would give myself to someone as special as you. When morning came you were gone, leaving a single red feather on your pillow.

"Promise me that you and I would make more memories. Will take alot of pictures so that when the time comes I have something to look back to. Proudly say, this man gave me a reason to live and gave me hope that this life has a meaning."

Today is the day when heroes confront that villain organization, Liberation something. Is the first thought that comes to me after waking up from a really bad dream. Never really remember what that dream was, only the feeling of BURNING. Something was burning and I felt it all over my back. You see when you have live for a long time death becomes familiar. People all around you dies, they have lived their life while you just walked on to find a way to die. I feel sick, and I dont like it. Keigo, its been so long. You never called or even left a message. I don't like this, at all.

Could I be selfish for just this life time? Just this once. There's a man, a man I have fallen in love with. He is the reason I am living right now, truly living. He shown me the color of life and let me hear its wonderful music. Please let him come back to me. There's alot more memories we hade to make. I beg you...let him come through that door and let me hear him say...I'm home.

My life is an endless cycle of encounters and partings...but he is an encouner that I have made that I am not ready to part with.

(A/N: I'm sorry for this long and nonsense story. Its my first time writing a story.

This is a story inspired by ohbab and memos written by @alkhale

@alkhale forgive me if i have not given it justice.)

#alkinktober #alktypetober #first time #bnha fanfiction #bnha hawks #bnha takami #takami keigo

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