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3x3 Eyes Fanfiction - "What If ... TOMIE"
Written by: Mr. Kaiyanwang
Email: Mr_Kaiyanwang@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/mr_kaiyanwang
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Copyright info: The cast of "3x3 Eyes" belongs to Yuzo Takada, Pioneer, and other copyright 
holders. The character "Tomie" belongs to Junji Ito and other assorted copyright holders.


"Rebirth"


The night was young and lively; the clear dark sky brought out the brightness of the stars 
that glowed from above. There was a cold breeze, and spots of white snow can be seen falling, 
falling from the air onto the cold hard ground below. There, many trees void of evergreen 
leaves and life moved to the direction of the wind - almost as if they had lives of their own. 
They wiggled and waved about, jolly over the icy cold atmosphere where they resided. 

Sitting ominously in front of the trees was a row of houses - houses that were unoccupied; 
they told the stories of their previous owners and how they came to abandoned them. Windows 
were no longer windows - instead, they were just a fragment; a piece of what they once were, 
as seen by the unusual shape of broken glass that sat neatly on the dark brown frames. Webs 
spun a long time ago by spiders were clearly surrounding the old rotting frames. 

The main door of one particular house creeked back and forth, refusing to close itself on the 
doorway. The door had apparently been the target of certain ants, and the result left very 
little to the imagination. The door creeked back again, leaving the entrance of the house for 
all to see... 

The paint on the wall were all but colorful - whomever had resided here perhaps adored the 
color black. It was unusual for a house to have its walls painted a shade of black, but there 
was nothing usual about this furnish; the house had quite a rich history with its residents, 
many of whom either went insane or were murdered - whether killed by others or they commited 
suicide is up to speculation. 

The black paint were all chipped, showing its wide old age and the last time the house was 
refurnished. Strangely, on one side of the wall were smudges - tiny specks and a large wipe 
of red intruding the fine texture of the darkness. Closer inspection would reveal that the 
red was not paint, as it had appeared at first. Rather, it was...... blood. 

The presense of blood was obviously a clue of the eventful horrors that happened within; a 
sign of its bloody history. Thus was the story of the old haunted house - it once was a 
peaceful house, with a happy newlywed couple purchasing the new estate. Two lovers in holy 
matromony shared an account and purchased it. Splashes of bright blue and yellow paint on the 
wall. Lovely --and expensive-- furnature were set in place. It was your basic dream house - 
and the couple expected to lived happily for many years. 

However, all that changed when they had a certain visitor one faithful rainy night. She was 
a beauty; a blooming young girl of 16, maybe 17. Although still young and not fully blossomed, 
she still made heads turn wherever she went - and the husband of the house was certainly no 
exception. She also carried with her a secret - a deadly secret. 

So there she came into their lives one night - with her clothes soaked by the heavy rain, she 
knocked desperately on the newly painted front door. The couple answered the door, and saw her 
drenched state. She asked for permission to stay for the night, and - taking pity on her, they 
quickly hurried her in. Dinner was fed and clothes changed. Soon it was bed time, and the 
husband showed her to the guest room. 

On their way to the room, the girl suddenly - not to mention somehow, tripped. The husband 
turned around and checked if she was alright, and it was then that he looked into her eyes and 
realized how beautiful she was. Not to mention that there was something in her eyes; something 
mysterious and latching at his soul. Something, he dare say, attractive. 

He gave her a hand in pulling herself up, and that's when he found out that she had somehow 
twisted her ankle. Being unable to walk, he had no choice but to carry her to her room. Picking 
her off the floor like he did his wife in their honeymoon, he carried her to the guest room and 
placed her on the bed. On his way out of the room, he could not help but turn his head for one 
last look. The girl looked back and the two's eyes met. And that was it. 

The next morning, police cars and ambulances surrounded the once cozy home. Stories and news had 
spread about a homicide inside the home; it seems that someone had chopped up the wife, and the 
husband had commited suicide. His body, with his throat slashed, was found dead on the main 
floor - a butcher's knife in his hand. Oddly, he had a disturbing grin on his face - almost as 
if he had enjoyed what he had done. Pieces of the wife's body were discovered in every room of 
the house - especially in the guest room. The scene was quite gruesome. 

Stories began to spread from community to community. Stories about the homicide - they guessed 
that the husband must not have been happy with his wife, and thus murdered her. Others told of 
the presense of a mysterious young lady - perhaps the husband was caught cheating, and had to 
done away with the wife? However, such stories were exaggerated - they couldn't be further 
from the truth...... 

That was only one of the resident stories that the house shared. Another more recent tale told 
of a witch doctor that decided to buy the house - it was cheap due to the strange happenings 
that had happened ever since the murder. Such things as animals mysteriously disappearing, 
sudden sicknesses from anyone who entered the home, and other things had happened to prevent 
any purchases. Of course, none of that were of any concern to the witch doctor - he was a doctor 
of the phenomenon after all. Not to mention that the house was big enough for him to do plenty 
of experiments without anyone being suspicious - he did have a reputation as a "regular doctor" 
after all. 

After sealing the deal, he moved in and evaulated the surroundings. The blue and yellow were too 
stained by the red blood that were still visible - no wonder nobody had wanted to buy the place - 
it wasn't even cleaned upafter the previous murder! Calling in the painters, he ordered black 
paint over the blue, yellow, and red. 

The job was done, and he was satisfied. That night, he closed the windows, locked the doors, and 
began one of his experiments. That was when he suddenly heard the feint singing of a young lady. 
The witch doctor looked up and saw a beautiful young woman walking down the stairs and looking at 
him - her gaze was locked to his eyes. It was then that the witch doctor could sense something 
unusual about her... something very frightening. But better yet, how did she get in the house?! 
He was sure that he had checked twice and knew it was not possible for her to be there. 

It was a shame, he thought, since he had decided to not let her live - she had seen too much of 
his secret life, and it would not be safe for his reputation to let her go right now. Still, he 
realized it would be a waste to let a beauty like her untouched before giving her her ultimate 
fate, so he thought he should "make use of her"... 

Early in the morning, police cars were once again in front of the house in a sense of deja vu... 
this time, they uncovered the body of a famous doctor from Europe, dead in the house. Both his 
arms had been severly chopped off from the elbow, covered in blood - a sword was also impaled in 
the middle of his chest. And just like the previous murder with the husband, the doctor had a 
sadistic grin on his face as if he was in pleasure... 

The cold wind breezed through the air, slamming what was left of the door wide open. There was an 
icy chill that would send shivers to anyone who dared to venture in the darkness. In the center of 
the first floor was a chair made of fine leather, yet covered with cowebs. However, there was 
something on the seat of the chair, something in the shape of a ball? Long strands of black hair 
extended from the "ball", their length reaching the floor below. The sound of liquid dripping can 
be heard, and we see that it was blood from the ball shaped object. God... the thing resting on 
the chair wasn't a ball... it was the head of the young teenaged girl, her blood covered eyeball
-less face reflecting a look of the horroor she felt...... 


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