The Ring: Samara's Revenge
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M through R › Ring (USA), The
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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6,579
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2
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Chapter One: 'I Think Samara's A Wonderful Name'
~one year later~
Aidan watched the woman as she screamed, sweat plastering her hair to her face, her back. Her grip on his hand was painful, and with every new spasm of pain she clenched her own fist tighter, grinding the bones in his hand together.
The expression on his face was one of complete detachment. As much as he wanted to care for the woman, groaning and screaming, he couldn't. He knew that in four years she would divorce him. That she would be with another man. And that she would come back to him later, a pathetic mess, begging for him to forgive her.
Which he would, of course. He would resign himself to his fate, forcing suprise to his face when she would scream and walk out on him, taking their child with her.
Their child. Ah, yes. That brought him back to the present. That was the reason why he was putting up with this irritating, whining, pathetic excuse of a woman. For the sake of their child.
She cried out again, and this time Aidan was sure she was going to break his hand this time. Her eyes snapped open, wide and staring and yet never seeing. Her pupils contracted, and, looking into her eyes, he saw something that disturbed him greatly.
It was the reflection of a TV screen. A badly tuned one at that. But the only other time he had seen something like this in someone's eye...
"No," he perepered to himself, shaking his head. "This isn't happening." But he knew it was, knew it and yet was allowing it to happen. How could he stop it?
With a final push and groan, the woman lay still, panting. A doctor, holding the baby, snipped the umbilical cord and smiled at both of them. "A girl," he announced, handing the now-bundled package to Aiden who, without thinking, took it from him.
//A hand gripping the side of the well, pulling upwards, free//
//Nails clawing at stone, ripping off, bleeding. Fingers pierced by nails. A hollow scream, caught//
//Maggots, squirming, crawling, writhing, twisting into humans, turning into flies...//
//Sharp thuds on the ground. A snort, pawing. An animal, a horse, screaming in terror, running//
Gasping, Aiden nearly dropped the child. Taking a step back, he stared down at her, frightened by what he would see. Frightened that it would be Samara held in his arms, the poor trapped girl, grinning up at him. And frightened by what he had just seen.
"I want to see our child." The faint, weak voice came from the woman lying on the bed. Izumi, he realized belatedly. Her name was Izumi. "Please Aidan, let me see her."
For a moment, one terrible moment, he wanted to drop the girl. Smash her head in one the floor. Watch as her blood flowed from her skull, a sharp contrast to the cold white concrete. Biting his lower lip, he nearly did, knowing that that would end it all and yet he couldn't.
This was his daughter
This was \his\ \daughter\.
With a sigh, he handed the bundle to Izumi, watching as his wife cooed and smiled at the sight of her. Watching and wishing he could rip the smile off her face. None of this was right, but he felt completely powerless to stop it. He was afraid to, but afraid of what would happen if he did.
His mother had gone through so much to try and make it stop. And here he was, making her sacrifice in vain.
Pathetic. But he couldn't stop it.
"Samara."
Aidan was roughly jolted out of his own self-depricating thoughts when his wife said that name. That word. Staring at her, he wanted to ask her a thousand questions: Why did you say that, where did you hear that name from, what does she want? Nothing came out.
"I want to name her Samara."
//Hand on his arm, cold, wet, burning all at once... a startled cry, the world shifting, spinning... a room in white, doctors , staring at him, needles pressing into his skin...//
"S-samara?"
"Is there something wrong with that name?"
"No, of course not..." His voice trailed off as he realized that he was falling neatly into her trap. Samara's trap. But which one was Samara? Aidan swallowed hard, his head spinning.
"I think Samara's a wonderful name."
Aidan watched the woman as she screamed, sweat plastering her hair to her face, her back. Her grip on his hand was painful, and with every new spasm of pain she clenched her own fist tighter, grinding the bones in his hand together.
The expression on his face was one of complete detachment. As much as he wanted to care for the woman, groaning and screaming, he couldn't. He knew that in four years she would divorce him. That she would be with another man. And that she would come back to him later, a pathetic mess, begging for him to forgive her.
Which he would, of course. He would resign himself to his fate, forcing suprise to his face when she would scream and walk out on him, taking their child with her.
Their child. Ah, yes. That brought him back to the present. That was the reason why he was putting up with this irritating, whining, pathetic excuse of a woman. For the sake of their child.
She cried out again, and this time Aidan was sure she was going to break his hand this time. Her eyes snapped open, wide and staring and yet never seeing. Her pupils contracted, and, looking into her eyes, he saw something that disturbed him greatly.
It was the reflection of a TV screen. A badly tuned one at that. But the only other time he had seen something like this in someone's eye...
"No," he perepered to himself, shaking his head. "This isn't happening." But he knew it was, knew it and yet was allowing it to happen. How could he stop it?
With a final push and groan, the woman lay still, panting. A doctor, holding the baby, snipped the umbilical cord and smiled at both of them. "A girl," he announced, handing the now-bundled package to Aiden who, without thinking, took it from him.
//A hand gripping the side of the well, pulling upwards, free//
//Nails clawing at stone, ripping off, bleeding. Fingers pierced by nails. A hollow scream, caught//
//Maggots, squirming, crawling, writhing, twisting into humans, turning into flies...//
//Sharp thuds on the ground. A snort, pawing. An animal, a horse, screaming in terror, running//
Gasping, Aiden nearly dropped the child. Taking a step back, he stared down at her, frightened by what he would see. Frightened that it would be Samara held in his arms, the poor trapped girl, grinning up at him. And frightened by what he had just seen.
"I want to see our child." The faint, weak voice came from the woman lying on the bed. Izumi, he realized belatedly. Her name was Izumi. "Please Aidan, let me see her."
For a moment, one terrible moment, he wanted to drop the girl. Smash her head in one the floor. Watch as her blood flowed from her skull, a sharp contrast to the cold white concrete. Biting his lower lip, he nearly did, knowing that that would end it all and yet he couldn't.
This was his daughter
This was \his\ \daughter\.
With a sigh, he handed the bundle to Izumi, watching as his wife cooed and smiled at the sight of her. Watching and wishing he could rip the smile off her face. None of this was right, but he felt completely powerless to stop it. He was afraid to, but afraid of what would happen if he did.
His mother had gone through so much to try and make it stop. And here he was, making her sacrifice in vain.
Pathetic. But he couldn't stop it.
"Samara."
Aidan was roughly jolted out of his own self-depricating thoughts when his wife said that name. That word. Staring at her, he wanted to ask her a thousand questions: Why did you say that, where did you hear that name from, what does she want? Nothing came out.
"I want to name her Samara."
//Hand on his arm, cold, wet, burning all at once... a startled cry, the world shifting, spinning... a room in white, doctors , staring at him, needles pressing into his skin...//
"S-samara?"
"Is there something wrong with that name?"
"No, of course not..." His voice trailed off as he realized that he was falling neatly into her trap. Samara's trap. But which one was Samara? Aidan swallowed hard, his head spinning.
"I think Samara's a wonderful name."