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said_scarlett) wrote2007-07-25 12:40 am
said_scarlett) wrote2007-07-25 12:40 am
Entry tags:
Fic: Purgation; PG-13
Look! I didn't jump right into twincest, aren't you all proud of me? ;)
Title: Purgation
Fandom: Fatal Frame 2
Pairing: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Full game
Word Count: 1007
Summary: Mio couldn't stand mirrors anymore.
It was cold, so cold. The ground was hard. The sounds of chanting bounced and echoed off of stone walls. But sounds and dead sensations were nothing, nothing compared to the searing feel of skin on skin. Soft skin, smooth as silk. Warm flesh, throbbing with life. Small bones, slender and birdlike. Rapid pulse, fluttering, breathy. Skin bruising. Flesh straining. Bones crunching, snapping with a sickening sound. That pulse speeding, racing. Gasping sounds, struggling for air….
Mio woke in a cold sweat, her dead sister’s name on her lips. The sheets clung to her body, their weight pressing down on her. Panting, her own throat aching in some phantom pain. She touched it, expecting to find the skin bruised and tender. It wasn’t. Whatever pain she felt was in her mind, nothing more. A product of the nightmare, the memories, the guilt.
The nightmare came every time she closed her eyes. The cavern underground, the spectral priests, Mayu…
Mayu beneath her, Mayu gripping her wrists, Mayu’s breath against her ear. And Mayu’s last shuddering breaths, her death at Mio’s own hands.
Whatever happens, I’ll forgive you.
Please don’t leave me!
Mio, wait!
Kill me, please.
Swallowing hard and hearing nothing but a dry clicking sound, Mio climbed out of bed on shaking legs. The words repeated over and over in her mind, a mantra that never went quiet. In sleep, in wake, Mayu’s voice came again and again.
Please don’t leave me.
Mio’s body trembled, her thoughts refused to form anything that resembled coherency. She felt as though she’d be sick - she was sick so often. She hardly ate anything, her stomach protesting nearly everything. It had only been a few weeks since she’d stumbled home, confused and frightened and raving. She’d never spoken a word of the horrors she’d seen, never dared try and explain what had happened.
Who would believe her?
Mio kept her silence, bore the weight of the curious stares; bore the weight of the secrets of the cursed village alone. And the nightmares never let her sleep, the memories wouldn’t let her eat. She almost wished she’d never escaped. She should have died there with her sister. They’d promised to be together forever. So many promises, all of them broken.
She’d left Mayu behind, after all.
Breathing heavily, Mio staggered to the bathroom. She needed a glass of water, and maybe to be ill in the toilet. When was the last time she’d slept through the night? She couldn’t remember. The memories wouldn’t let her go. That village, that forsaken place that had stolen so much. Shadows made her jump, voices behind her made her turn quickly, arms raised as though to shield herself. The nightmare hadn’t ended when she fled that place, racing after some insane belief that the spectral butterfly was actually her sister. No, the nightmare was only beginning.
Mio flipped on the bathroom light, bending over and wiping her damp hair out of her eyes. She felt a strange sense of relief when the light came on, a lingering fear of dark places still clinging to her. She knew it was normal - there would be something wrong with her, if she came away from that place unscathed.
After another dry swallow, Mio turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face. Groping blindly, she pulled down a cup and filled it. The water revived her somewhat, and she swallowed without that awful click.
Rising, she caught her reflection. She froze, eyes locked with those in the mirror. She stood like a statue, the shaking of her slim shoulders her only movement. She could have been a mannequin, if not for that small sign of life.
Whatever happens, I’ll forgive you.
Her reflection captivated her. She avoided mirrors, not being able to take the sight of her own reflection. Her own mirror was covered by a cloth - Mayu’s mirror, which had stood for so long beside Mio’s, was gone. Mayu’s bed was empty. Mayu was gone, gone, gone. Mayu was dead. The nightmare that refused to let Mio sleep wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. She had killed her own sister, chocked her in an immitation of some ancient ritual, to appease old gods and restless spirits.
It didn’t have to happen that way! They could have run, they could have escaped! Mayu didn’t have to die! They didn’t owe the dead anything. They weren’t Shrine Maidens or butterfly maidens or anything else. They’d just been two girls who’d gotten lost in the woods they’d played in as a child. It wasn’t fate or destiny, it was an accident!
Mio’s shoulders heaved, her tiny frame shaking as she stared down her reflection, eyes narrowed in anger and wet with tears. Mayu was gone. Even in the bathroom, Mio felther absence painfully. One toothbrush, one hairbrush, one razor. One where there should have been two. Mio felt something break inside of her, felt a strange rush of anger that filled her with emotion she thought was gone.
Just one. Just one reflection, just one pair of eyes, just one twin….
“Mayu!”
The mirror shattered. The sound was deafening in the quiet of night, louder even than Mio’s tortured scream. Shards of glass fell, tinkling against the porcelain of the sink below. Mio stood, her closed fist still within the frame of the broken glass. Blood dripped from her fingers as tears leaked from her eyes.
She couldn’t stand the sight of her own reflection. The eyes, haunted and pained and above all accusing. They bored into her, stripping her bare, taunting her with the knowledge of what she’d done. She’d left Mayu behind. She’d broken her promise a final time, done the unthinkable.
Whatever happens, I’ll forgive you.
Maybe Mayu had forgiven her. Mayu, who had put her hands at her throat, who had begged her to squeeze, to perform the ritual. Mayu who had perhaps understood more than Mio ever could.
Mayu had said she forgave her.
But how could Mio ever forgive herself?
Title: Purgation
Fandom: Fatal Frame 2
Pairing: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Full game
Word Count: 1007
Summary: Mio couldn't stand mirrors anymore.
It was cold, so cold. The ground was hard. The sounds of chanting bounced and echoed off of stone walls. But sounds and dead sensations were nothing, nothing compared to the searing feel of skin on skin. Soft skin, smooth as silk. Warm flesh, throbbing with life. Small bones, slender and birdlike. Rapid pulse, fluttering, breathy. Skin bruising. Flesh straining. Bones crunching, snapping with a sickening sound. That pulse speeding, racing. Gasping sounds, struggling for air….
Mio woke in a cold sweat, her dead sister’s name on her lips. The sheets clung to her body, their weight pressing down on her. Panting, her own throat aching in some phantom pain. She touched it, expecting to find the skin bruised and tender. It wasn’t. Whatever pain she felt was in her mind, nothing more. A product of the nightmare, the memories, the guilt.
The nightmare came every time she closed her eyes. The cavern underground, the spectral priests, Mayu…
Mayu beneath her, Mayu gripping her wrists, Mayu’s breath against her ear. And Mayu’s last shuddering breaths, her death at Mio’s own hands.
Whatever happens, I’ll forgive you.
Please don’t leave me!
Mio, wait!
Kill me, please.
Swallowing hard and hearing nothing but a dry clicking sound, Mio climbed out of bed on shaking legs. The words repeated over and over in her mind, a mantra that never went quiet. In sleep, in wake, Mayu’s voice came again and again.
Please don’t leave me.
Mio’s body trembled, her thoughts refused to form anything that resembled coherency. She felt as though she’d be sick - she was sick so often. She hardly ate anything, her stomach protesting nearly everything. It had only been a few weeks since she’d stumbled home, confused and frightened and raving. She’d never spoken a word of the horrors she’d seen, never dared try and explain what had happened.
Who would believe her?
Mio kept her silence, bore the weight of the curious stares; bore the weight of the secrets of the cursed village alone. And the nightmares never let her sleep, the memories wouldn’t let her eat. She almost wished she’d never escaped. She should have died there with her sister. They’d promised to be together forever. So many promises, all of them broken.
She’d left Mayu behind, after all.
Breathing heavily, Mio staggered to the bathroom. She needed a glass of water, and maybe to be ill in the toilet. When was the last time she’d slept through the night? She couldn’t remember. The memories wouldn’t let her go. That village, that forsaken place that had stolen so much. Shadows made her jump, voices behind her made her turn quickly, arms raised as though to shield herself. The nightmare hadn’t ended when she fled that place, racing after some insane belief that the spectral butterfly was actually her sister. No, the nightmare was only beginning.
Mio flipped on the bathroom light, bending over and wiping her damp hair out of her eyes. She felt a strange sense of relief when the light came on, a lingering fear of dark places still clinging to her. She knew it was normal - there would be something wrong with her, if she came away from that place unscathed.
After another dry swallow, Mio turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face. Groping blindly, she pulled down a cup and filled it. The water revived her somewhat, and she swallowed without that awful click.
Rising, she caught her reflection. She froze, eyes locked with those in the mirror. She stood like a statue, the shaking of her slim shoulders her only movement. She could have been a mannequin, if not for that small sign of life.
Whatever happens, I’ll forgive you.
Her reflection captivated her. She avoided mirrors, not being able to take the sight of her own reflection. Her own mirror was covered by a cloth - Mayu’s mirror, which had stood for so long beside Mio’s, was gone. Mayu’s bed was empty. Mayu was gone, gone, gone. Mayu was dead. The nightmare that refused to let Mio sleep wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. She had killed her own sister, chocked her in an immitation of some ancient ritual, to appease old gods and restless spirits.
It didn’t have to happen that way! They could have run, they could have escaped! Mayu didn’t have to die! They didn’t owe the dead anything. They weren’t Shrine Maidens or butterfly maidens or anything else. They’d just been two girls who’d gotten lost in the woods they’d played in as a child. It wasn’t fate or destiny, it was an accident!
Mio’s shoulders heaved, her tiny frame shaking as she stared down her reflection, eyes narrowed in anger and wet with tears. Mayu was gone. Even in the bathroom, Mio felther absence painfully. One toothbrush, one hairbrush, one razor. One where there should have been two. Mio felt something break inside of her, felt a strange rush of anger that filled her with emotion she thought was gone.
Just one. Just one reflection, just one pair of eyes, just one twin….
“Mayu!”
The mirror shattered. The sound was deafening in the quiet of night, louder even than Mio’s tortured scream. Shards of glass fell, tinkling against the porcelain of the sink below. Mio stood, her closed fist still within the frame of the broken glass. Blood dripped from her fingers as tears leaked from her eyes.
She couldn’t stand the sight of her own reflection. The eyes, haunted and pained and above all accusing. They bored into her, stripping her bare, taunting her with the knowledge of what she’d done. She’d left Mayu behind. She’d broken her promise a final time, done the unthinkable.
Whatever happens, I’ll forgive you.
Maybe Mayu had forgiven her. Mayu, who had put her hands at her throat, who had begged her to squeeze, to perform the ritual. Mayu who had perhaps understood more than Mio ever could.
Mayu had said she forgave her.
But how could Mio ever forgive herself?