Character History - Kyoko Motomoshi
Warning: The following story contains scenes of graphic violence and coarse language. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Kyoko was born in Grace Maternity Hospital in Halifax Nova Scotia to Takashi and Megumi Motomoshi. Both Takashi and Megumi were born in Japan but met in China at a circus where Takashi was employed as a contortionist. They met young and were married after a brief courtship. They realized that they would never have much of a life together living on the small ammount Takashi made at the circus so he decided to find another job using his hobby, computers. He had a knack for it and soon was employed at a global computer corporation writing software. They had several postitions open for him around the world but he chose one in Halifax. The bulk of his work could be done at home and transferred via the net. He would, however be required to make many business trips, which he really didn't mind. A few years after they immigrated to Canada they recieved their citizenship, bought a house, and soon after Megumi was pregnant. They decided that their child was going to have all the advantages that they never had growing up. Their child would have the best private tutors and would never have to suffer though the hardships they endured in Japan's overcrowded public schools. They were very excited.
When Kyoko was born Megumi couldn't be happier but Takashi was dissappointed, he had wanted a boy. Takashi was the last male of his family line and was to pass on his family's heirloom, the family's blade. The blade could only be passed to the men, never the women. Takashi felt the tradition might die unless he had a son. Unfortunately the day they were to bring Kyoko home from the hospital Megumi wasn't feeling too well. She kept complaining that her abdomen hurt more than it did the day before. The doctors told her it would go away in a few days and then gave her some tylenol. They took the doctor's advice and went home. Within a week they were back at the hospital. Megumi was hemmorhaging badly. The doctors did all they could but there was some complications from the birth and they couldn't repair the damage, Megumi's uterus had to be removed. Takashi was devistated, but he never let Kasumi know how he felt. Instead Takashi decided that his daughter was going to have the best life, a life neither he nor Megumi had when they were growing up. She would have a beautiful home, private tutors, and anything else she wanted. She would be happy, well educated, and would have the best future they could give. This he vowed to his daughter, and this he delivered.
Kyoko grew up happy. She was smart and curious and her tutors loved her. It seemed she even inherited some of her father's flexibility and enrolled in gymnastics classes. She picked up english far more quickly than her parents, with a little help from her tutors and the fact that she would sneak downstairs and watch tv when her parents were asleep. She had everything a little girl could have wanted, even if she was a little lonely. She had been homeschooled by her tutors her whole life. Her only friends were her tutors, but unfortunately they were all much older than she was. She had no one her own age to play with. Despite this, Kyoko continued to get excellent grades and was doing so well in her gymnastics classes that her instructors told her that she might even qualify to compete in the olympics in the upcoming year.
One month before her fifteenth birthday everything changed. One night after practice she exited the building just to see the bus drive by. It was cold out and she knew that the next bus wouldn't be by for an hour, but it wasn't that far of a walk so she decided to hike home instead of wait for the next bus. She had a lot of studying to do and her books were at home, she knew she'd get home long before the next bus, she just didn't really like the idea of walking home this late at night. Taking a deep breath of the cold February air she started walking, never noticing she was being watched.
She shivered a little as she walked, bypassing a homeless man sleeping near an ATM. Maybe she should have called home first, to tell them she missed the bus, she thought to herself. There was a payphone up ahead. Just then a hand reached out from between two buildings, covered her mouth, and pulled her into the alley.
"Don't scream, or you die right here." whispered a deep voice in her ear.
She pulled with all her strength to pry the hand off her mouth but it was if it were made of steel. She stomped on her captor's foot but the man didn't flinch.
"Oh, so you want to put up a fight do you?" said the deep voice.
Suddenly something hit her on the head and everything went dark.
She awoke to pain. Her head pounded and her arms ached. She was dizzy, disoriented, and felt sick to her stomach. She tried to rub her eyes but her arms wouldn't move. It was then she realized her arms were bound above her head by chains. She couldn't remember what happened or where she was. She slowly opened her eyes but everything was a blur. She tried to focus but it was too dark to see. She started to panic. She tried to kick her legs but they too were bound by chain. The light rattling of her chains were echoing close to her so she could tell she was in a very small room or closet. She could hear something, she heard someone talking in the next room. She tried to scream but something sticky was covering her mouth. Gradually, through the haze of she remembered.... missing the bus, walking home, and then... someone grabbed her! Kyoko struggled violently against the chains.
"Ohhhhhh sounds like someone's awake..." said a voice from the other side of the door.
Suddenly the door opened up in front of her and light poured in. She was blinded momentarily as a shadowy figure appeared in front of her.
"Now it's time to get started, pretty little toy. You're going to help us. You're going to help us get what we want, aren't you?"
A dirty man with scraggly brown hair leaned down to look into her eyes. His eyes were very dark and wild. Tears began to stream down her face. His dirty finger wiped a tear from her cheek. He quickly ripped off the duct tape that was covering her mouth.
She screamed.
"Who are you?!? Where am I?!? Let me go!"
"No, no, no... we won't be doing that, not until we're finished. We're going to teach you everything you need to know and then you'll be ready. You see, you're our perfect little toy, our tool. You're going to do what we say because we chose you."
"What? No I'm not! You're crazy, let me go!" she cried.
He harshly grabbed her face and squeezed.
"Shut up and listen. We've been watching you for days. We know you are strong and will be so much stronger when we're done. Like a little black widow you're just going to sneak in all pretty and innocent... then you strike when they're not looking. It's not that hard huh? You understand right?"
He roughly forced her head to nod in agreement. Her eyes were huge pools full of tears which quivered as he jerked her head around. He released her face and gazed upon her with a look that was expecting her to comply. To his surprise her face transformed into a mask of rage.
"Let me go! The police will find you! My dad knows a lot of people. You'll go to jail until you're old and senile if you so much as lay a finger on me!" she spat at him defiantly.
"No! No! NO! You're supposed to behave!" he screamed. "You're OUR toy! You're going to do what WE say!"
"I'm not going to do anything you want me to, baka yaro! Untie me right now or I'll..."
He quickly replaced the duct tape over her mouth and backed away. He then began tearing at his hair and moaning loudly. He reached over and picked up a large roll of cable and smashed it onto the floor. Kyoko watched in terror as he ripped off a length of cable with his bare hands. In a fit of rage the man ran over to his captive and brutally whipped her across the stomach. She screamed in agony as blood squirted onto the floor.
"Oh, now look what you made us do," he said as he dropped the cable onto the floor, "You made us break our toy."
He slowly dropped to his knees and with almost a childlike fascination dabbed at the blood on the floor with his fingertip, then proceeded to lick it off. He quickly grabbed her leg and ran his tongue up the stream of blood that ran down it. Tears streamed down her face as she helplessly watched the man finger the tear in her shirt the cable had made. He slowly pulled up her shirt to reveal the large gash on her stomach and began licking it. Kyoko sobbed loudly as the man suckled on the wound. She squirmed as much as she could but the chains held her tight. She tried to shut her mind down, tried to picture herself somewhere far away as she felt the man's icy hands slide up underneath the front of her shirt. She squeezed her eyes shut until she felt they would burst, but there was nothing she could do to stop this agony, this feeling of helplessness and violation.
It felt like an eternity had passed, his frigid hands all over her. The man stood up and stared at her. He softly wiped away a tear that ran down her cheek and licked it off his finger with his long, bloodstained tongue.
"Now, now, you're not supposed to cry. We'll teach you how not to cry. You're a soldier now and soldiers don't cry.... I said STOP CRYING!"
He slapped her across the face. Again she cried out from behind the duct tape.
"STOP CRYING!" he screamed as he struck her again.
This time she tried as hard as she could not to cry out.
"That's better. You're learning. See, you do what we say and we won't have to break our toy. Now, who was the prince of the city again?" he called back into the other room. He stood listening for a moment.
Was there someone in the next room? Kyoko didn't hear anyone, but then again it was becoming hard for her to concentrate...
"Ah yes, Karl Banks. He is newly appointed and will be easy to get rid of, then we come in and take over. Your job, pretty one, will be to go in and befriend him, get him to trust you and then kill him for us. This is why we chose you, he'll never suspect one so innocent. That's when you will strike."
"mmmfff... mmmfffff....."
"What was that, pretty one?" he said as he removed the duct tape.
"I.... I'm not going to kill anyone." she said weakly, she could tell she wasn't holding up very well. She figured she had lost a great deal of blood. Her limbs were numb, she could no longer feel the warm trickle of blood that ran down her arm from where the chains cut into her wrists. She felt dizzy, light-headed and her vision was blurring.
"Yes, you're going to kill him and you'll kill anyone else who gets in our way! Then we will own this city."
"I won't do it. You're psychotic. You need professional help. If you let me go I can help you get a good doctor or something."
The crazed man quickly picked the cable up off the floor and whipped her with it again. She screamed in agony as the hard metal cord ripped across her rib cage. She screamed as he continued to whip her again, and again. She had no idea how many times he hit her before she lost consciousness.
She drifted for a while, somewhere between life and death, until fire pulled her back to her senses. Something burning in her mouth like liquid fire, pouring down her throat, was all she could feel as she snapped back to lucidity. Her whole body was still numb except for the hot liquid that burned it's way down to her very core. She could feel it's heat slowly seeping into every fibre, every cell. She could feel her strength slowly returning, the feeling gradually returning to her arms and legs. The warmth felt good and she wanted more; it made her forget what had happened, made her forget everything. She tried opening her eyes to see what this sweet, hot nectar was. She opened her eyes; her vision was still blurry, but clearing quickly.
She saw the man standing there, feeding her from his wrist. Had she been in her right mind at the time she might have been shocked or repulsed but she didn't care. Whatever it was it felt good and she wanted more. She could feel the heat pumping through her veins as she suckled harder on the mysterious fount. All her pain went away, there was only her and the heat. She could feel the man starting to pull his arm away so she bit down harder on the cold flesh, her eyes blazing with ferocity. He laughed.
"See? You are perfect! Already you have the fire in your eyes. You will make an excellent killer. That's why we chose you!"
He pulled his arm away and she snapped at him in a desperate attempt to get some more. He laughed as he watched her fight against her restraints for another taste his blood. She screamed and struggled like a wild animal for a moment and then stopped suddenly. She cringed as a wave of pain shot though her body. She began to convulse. The pain was intense. She screamed and shook violently as parts of her body began to die. The man laughed maniacally, watching her struggle for breath though clenched teeth.
"Your body's dying. It'll be done soon, don't worry about it. When it's done you'll be perfect."
She squeezed her eyes shut as the pain began to subside. She hung her head, trying to catch her breath. The man knelt down in front of her and watched her intently.
"You're ready to begin your training" he chuckled to himself. "We will show you how to use your new power to kill swiftly and indiscriminately."
"No" she whispered.
"What was that?" tones of anger dripped from his voice like venom.
She could feel her rage building inside her, clawing at her heart like a beast trying to escape.
"Fuck you!" she screamed. "I won't kill anyone and you can't make me, ketsunoana!" She continued to curse at him in Japanese as he stood up. He quickly picked up the cable off the floor and was about to hit her again when the beeping of a watch alarm stopped him. He looked at his watch, anger burning across his face. He screamed in frustration and threw the cable across the room. It smashed through a dirt-caked window. He kicked a nearby support beam and she watched in horror as it snapped like a twig. He slowly lowered his crazed eyes to the floor and chuckled.
"Saved by the bell...." he said quietly. "But we will give you one more chance. Say you'll join us. We can give you everything." He softly caressed her cheek. "With you we can take this city and they'd never know what hit them."
"Never" she hissed at him.
He closed his eyes for a moment as a twisted grin formed on his face. His expression was one that could only be described as pure malice. He knelt down in front of her and took her chin in his hand. Almost lovingly, he replaced the duct tape over her mouth.
"That's too bad, pretty one. Tomorrow night when we come back we'll just have to kill you and start over with someone else."
Her eyes grew wide. He spun around and walked out, shutting the closet door behind him. She knew he was serious. She had to get out. She could hear the man talking just outside the door.
"Shut up! Just listen, we'll find someone else. Everything will go as planned. C'mon we gotta go now, sun will be up soon."
She heard a large metal door slam shut in the distance, followed shortly by a car engine starting. He was gone. She began to struggle against the chains but they wouldn't budge, she only tired herself out. She cried quietly in the darkness until she passed out.
When she awoke the following evening she was filled with a hunger she had never felt before. It took her a moment to remember where she was... then she remembered the man. He was going to return soon. She had to escape somehow. Strangely her arms no longer hurt, she realized as she struggled against the chains again. She pulled and pulled with all her strength; to her amazement she heard a creak from the chains above. She stopped and closed her eyes a moment, trying to focus her energy. Then in one swift movement she loosed the newly developing demonic powers hidden in her small frame and snapped the chains that bound her arms. Her eyes seemed to glow a faint red and furiously she ripped apart the ones holding her legs. She coldly peeled the duct tape off her mouth and crumpled it to the floor. She tried the door... locked. She backed up a step and slammed her shoulder into the door. She heard a crack, almost got it. She stood back a moment and concentrated a moment as she did before when she broke the chains. In a burst of power she kicked the door open. Carefully she peeked out from behind the broken door and stepped into the main room of the warehouse. No sign of her captor. Quickly she headed through the darkness towards the front door. She swung the huge iron doors open and terror set in as she saw a pair of headlights heading up the road. She immediately shut the door and hid behind it. What was she going to do? He was coming back to kill her and when he found that she had escaped... she had to think fast. On the other side of the room she spotted an emergency fire kit. Before she knew what she was doing she punched through the glass, grabbed the axe inside, and hid behind the door again. Terrified she clutched the axe close to her, ready.
She closed her eyes and listened. A car engine shut off. A car door slammed shut. A set of footsteps coming closer. The handle turned and the door swung open. She clenched her teeth as the door stopped just millimeters from her face. She watched as the man walked over to the closet only to discover that the door was broken and she was no longer inside. She crept out from behind the door, axe in hand. It was as if her body moved on it's own as she ran up behind him and swung the axe. The man spun around just in time to see the axe swing towards him. His head bounced across the floor with a dull thud. A twisted grin smiled back at her from where the head had landed. It wasn't until his lifeless body fell to the floor that she realized what she had done. Still holding the axe, she dropped to her knees and touched the small pool of blood forming on the floor around the man's neck. Something primal inside her guided her hand and painted a red streak across each cheek. Then strangely the body on the floor started to crumble and turn to dust. The silence was then broken by the loud clang as the axe fell to the floor, scattering the dust.
She didn't know what to do next. Tiny blood teardrops fell to the floor in front of her. Where would she go? She couldn't go home, her parents would think she was a demon. Even she thought she was a demon. Somebody had to know what she was. Then she remembered something.... Karl Banks. The monster said a name. Maybe this Karl guy might be able to help her out somehow. It was a long shot but it was the only lead she had.
Slowly she got up. She swung open the heavy iron door. A few snowflakes drifted past her face, if it was cold out she couldn't feel it. She looked around in the darkness; no other buildings nearby, only trees. I've got to find help somehow, she thought to herself as she headed outside. She locked the door behind her and never looked back.
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