Survivor

Chapter two

It had been at least two days since Kagome had been taken. She was tired, cold, and in serious need of a bath. She was currently being held in a small, dark room inside of Narakus castle. When she had first been brought here, she had been taken to Naraku’s private rooms. Afterwards, she had been left in this room and it seemed, forgotten. And that was fine with Kagome. She had no need or want to see the vile bastard again unless, he was dying by her hand. Kagome had been trying to meditate, to clear her mind and try to figure out a way out. She would think on everything that had happened when she got out. When she got out she would allow herself the time to regroup and feel the feelings that she had currently pushed aside.

Kagome had just gotten into a complete state of calm when the door burst open and in walked the devil incarnate.

“And how is the miko this morning?” asked Naraku with that sinister smirk on his face. “Well, I guess the title of miko no longer implies to you does it? Seeing as how you are no longer pure.”

Kagome wanted nothing more than to purify that smirk off his face. If he thought that to be a miko, one had to be pure of body, he had another thing coming. It was then, though, that Kagome had a moment of panic. She was no longer pure of thought. She hated. She felt rage. And not just at this monster before her. Maybe she wasn’t a miko any more? Maybe she was too tainted to be a miko? Maybe he could just stick that smirk straight up his ass. She was a miko. She was powerful. It did not matter that she did not love each and every thing on this planet. She knew right from wrong and she could feel any damn way she wanted.

“Fuck you” she said and thought that was enough to portray her feelings to the bastard.

“Ahhh, so you would like another go dear Kagome?” he replied.

“Not even if hell froze over and the devil himself asked for heat.” she answered.

“Yes, still feisty. I’m glad. Perhaps I can break you all over again. You will be here for awhile. Who would want you now? Who would want a used miko who can’t even call upon her powers.”

Now Kagome was mad. No, she was pissed. Just because she had been raped didn’t mean that she was not wanted. She would show him and everyone else. She would get out of here and he would feel remorse for his words.

Kagome stood up. Her right arm had been broken and her ankle was the size of a grapefruit. Her face was bruised and her lips bleeding. She was sure that she had some broken ribs and everything hurt but she was not going to let him talk to her like that anymore. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of sensing her fear and pain anymore. Kagome stood up.

“Naraku I will be the one to see you dead. I will not cower from you any longer. Fuck off and go to hell.” With these words all the rage that Kagome had felt, all the hate and fear, suddenly started to build under her skin. She began to glow a light pink color. She could feel her power building and so could Naraku. And he was scared. This slip of a girl would dare to try to intimidate him? He would not have it. He stepped forward and so did she.

Kagome didn’t know what was going to happen. She had never felt this much power in herself. For a moment she was scared. Perhaps when she killed him, she would die too? But that was a risk she was willing to take.

Naraku was not stupid. He did not get to where he was being stupid. When Kagomes powers built to an unheard of level, his self preservation instincts kicked in. He began to flee. As her power built and then exploded out, he was already gone, in a flash of miasma and the smell of fear.

Kagome screamed. She had thought she had felt pain before, but this was horrible. It felt like her body was on fire. That someone was stabbing her with a million hot pokers. She screamed and screamed and her power still kept coming. Where had it all been? She had seen some awesome displays of power but nothing like this. She wanted to die and it felt like she would get her wish. Her voice finally gave out on her and in the last moment of consciousness, she threw back her head and another burst of power, more so than the first, came forth and purified everything within a five mile radius. Her last thought was that it wouldn’t be so bad to die. She couldn’t control this much power and she didn’t deserve it. The castle she had been standing in had vanished with Naraku. The power stopped and suddenly everything was quiet, peaceful. The pain stopped. All of it. Her many injuries stopped hurting, and she felt calm and balanced once more. And as she fell to the ground below, she saw her angel. She saw the most beautiful being ever. She saw the angel of death in all his white glory. She was dead.