Mariku in Asylum

   "Release me!" shrieked the sole inhabitant inside of the darkened room. Everything was robed in black and had been for quite some time. Had it been months yet? Certainly it had been days at the least. "Release me!" the voice ordered again but more desperate then before. Still the area around the demon remained the disgusting shade of black. It was unbearable and yet in this hell of blackness the demon had seen shapes that moved around his person. They too were black but he could see them, feel them even as they drifted around in the vacant room, just as silent as they had always been from when they had first arrived.

   People were dead and it was his fault. Oh- oh God, what had he done? Mariku clawed at the padded walls in a vain search for the door the blended in all too well for a handle that never existed. His stomach tightened at the memories as he recalled his actions. His wicked mother laying still on the floor in an ever growing pool or blood. His father also unmoving and curled on the kitchen floor like a cat taking a nap but with his eyes wide open. The red clad demon felt his stomach turn at the flashes of memory. He didn't mean to do it- they had just pushed him too far and he wasn't going to go back into the cupboard again.

   Gloved hands grabbed the padding as he collapsed onto his knees. Whatever he had managed to eaten that day in the dark was no longer contained in his stomach but on the soft flooring beneath him. How could they condemn him for being mentally unstable and then place him into an asylum? No visitors, no light, no contact with anyone and nothing to keep him company but his already cracked mind and the wretched darkness that held him.

    "No! I need out of here!" the blonde wailed as he shoved himself away from the stench that his own stomach had made. His body tumbling backward and flipped in an unseen backward roll onto his backside. Oh how maddening it was too be trapped with the sound of nothing but his own pathetic unanswered cries. "Let me out!" he begged as he lay looking up into the abyss. How much longer would they leave him in here? "Get them off me! Get off!"

   The man was hysterical. Invisible hands were grabbing at his clothes and forcing him down into the padded grave. The entire room now a casket and far smaller then it had just been mere moments ago. His eyes squeezed shut but it did no good. Everything was black and hateful, mocking even to the point where he could even hear the laughter of his deceased parents. They were doing this to him, weren't they? Getting back at their insane son for taking their lives by burring him alive in such a tiny box.

   "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the devil shrieked till his voice cracked. Still the two dead figures refused to let go. His clothes felt tight and uncomfortable as if they were snakes squeezing him till his head would pop off. "No-" he gasped and suddenly clawed at his own throat. "Father," he croaked as the dark skinned monster of a man strangled his own son much like he had done to him. There was no air in the room. Everything was so dark and yet it swam with blinding hues.

   Then it stopped. Mariku jolted upright, air rushing into his lungs and eyes watering. His tail waved about unseen in the dark as he regained his breath. Both his murdered parents had vanished into thin air. Perhaps he was breathing them in and they would continue to haunt him in his dreams like they had done before. He shuttered violently in place as tears began to fall down his face. What had he done? He knew the answer but at the same time it all felt so wrong. How could he have done that and not mean it all at the same time? How could he keep living this way?

   So many of his questions kept going unanswered. The pitch black area consumed them just like it did the poor devil child. He was not ready for this. Even if he had been informed of his punishment years in advance, he could have never been prepared to be cut off from everything he had loved so suddenly. His family gone, classes he would miss, the sun he would never see, his friends he would never see again. He never even got to tell any of them what was happening. Did they know? Did the world know he was trapped in a bleak hell that was devoid of any sort of comfort?

   Someone out there held the power to end his suffering. They could end his life easily and yet they shoved him into a closed box for a time he could not even recall. Perhaps his suffering would come to an end soon- or maybe they were all just toying with him and this was the beginning and it had only been a few minutes. His stomach turned again at the very idea of this only have been a few minutes and his mind thinking it far longer. No, that could not be right. He had been here much longer then that- hadn't he?

   He shook his head. No. They would not keep him here forever. Someone out there would come for him. Someone had to care enough to try and save him. Yes. Maybe his vampire friend from school. Yes, she would come to his aid and free him into the the precious moon light. This time his heart hurt. The moon. Such a pretty sight it would be in all it's splendid silver light. The moon was still round wasn't it? Mariku's mind began to panic again. What if it had changed shape while he was tucked away down in this room? Would he one day emerge from his asylum to a triangular moon? "No!"

   Mariku's arms flailed all around. Every kick and punch landed against something soft and hidden. The room smelt of rotting bile and felt humid. A triangular moon would not do. He wanted the circular one he remembered. The invisible hands were back once more but this time pulling on his wild hair. Something sharp was stabbing his hand and the room was sliding all around the place. Still he could not see a thing but he knew he was bleeding. Something in the dark was attacking him and he could not fend it off but how was he to fight off something when it was really himself that he was harming?

   The fruitless battle ragged on till he lay curled up into fetal position with his limbs heavy and hands wounded. Nothing was there to assist him but the vale of black which held him so loving like a mother with her precious baby. Oh how he hated this mother. Her lifeless arms were holding him down and shoving him against her inside of her wooden box. The sound of nails being pounded in haunting him though none were being used. "Release me! Release me!"