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said_scarlett) wrote2007-07-25 09:45 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-07-25 09:45 pm
Entry tags:
The Looking Glass Bled; SaexMio; R
Never tell me a pairing can't be done. I'll just go out and write it.
Title: The Looking Glass Bled
Fandom: Fatal Frame 2:Cinnamon Brutality Crimson Butterfly
Pairing: SaexMio
Rating: R
Warnings: Horrific imagery, non-con, mind-fuckery
Spoilers: Minor game spoilers
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1217
Summary: The Camera Obscura wasn't the only thing that showed pictures of what wasn't there in the daytime world.
“Mayu? Mayu, where are you?”
Mio turned her flashlight down another empty corridor. Nothing but spider webs and old, moth-eaten curtains hanging on the rotted wood. And that cold wind that seemed to come from nowhere, whispering around corners and chilling her to the bone. Everything was dead, everything was cold.
She and Mayu were the only warm things in the village, and Mayu was gone. Why had she wandered off again? Mio chose to believe that her twin had left of her own accord. It was better to think that way, better to believe the little white lie. She needed do whatever she could to preserve her sanity.
“Mayu! Mayu!”
Her voice was hoarse from calling out for her sister. Her legs were starting to ache, her fingers cramped around the flashlight. The camera - that strange, frightful camera! - hung at her hip. Mayu was here, somewhere. She knew it, she could feel it.
Turning, Mio frowned. The path behind her looked different than it had a moment ago. The angle of the hallway was wrong, the tapestries were the wrong color….
No, it was just a trick of the dark. It had to be. Mio shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. It was so cold. The temperature seemed to have dropped in the last few minutes. It was practically freezing!
Where was Mayu?
A noise, down the hallway and around the corner. Someone laughing? Or maybe crying? Mio jumped, her flashlight shining in the direction of the sound.
“Mayu?” Cautiously, the girl edged towards the sound, her lower lip caught tightly between her teeth. The corridor turned sharply, the tapestries fluttering gently in the phantom breeze. The hallway groaned around her, each small noise making her jump. They sounded like human moans.
The hallway ended in a room, the door hanging open. It creaked on its hinges. The room beyond was dark, the flashlight beam failing to penetrate the shadows. Cautiously, Mio stepped forward, her small hands gripped into fists.
The room was old, abandoned, empty. Tattered kimonos hung on the wall, broken pottery littered the floor. The remains of a bed lay like a corpse in the corner, broken and ruined. Against the back wall there stood a mirror, dusty and framed in braided red chord. Mio’s flashlight passed over it, and she jumped at her own reflection. And there, in the mirror behind her….
Mio spun quickly, gasping, lifting the camera to her eyes. But there was nothing behind her. Just the empty, ransacked room. But in the mirror she’d seen something, something white and red…
Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. Like out in the hallway, when she’d been convinced it was a different place for a moment. That was all. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Mio turned back to the mirror.
Her scream died in her throat. There was her reflection, and again, that thing behind her. Now it was clear, painfully clear. A girl, her hair in her eyes, her white kimono stained with blood, right there behind her. Mio froze. Her breath came in small gasps as she willed her body to work, to bring up her camera, to turn….
Something whispered in her ear. In the mirror, the girl was right behind her, hands on her shoulders. But Mio felt nothing.
“I’ve waited for you, Yae….”
The words were so soft, Mio barely understood them. She stared in horror at her reflection, at the reflection of a phantom that wasn’t there. Ghostly hands, so small, so pale, the crimson blood that stained them a brutal contrast of colors. They moved, sliding down to the collar of Mio’s blouse. She felt her skin writhe and recoil at the image of the touch. There was nothing against her skin, nothing but the cold kiss of wind. And yet…
She couldn’t make a sound. She couldn’t move. Every nerve in her body was screaming for her to run, but she couldn’t. It was as though the thing in the mirror held her as tightly as it held her reflection.
She watched in mounting horror as those ghostly mirror-hands plucked at the ribbon of her blouse, unlacing it. She heard laughing, somewhere far away. High and mocking and maddened. She gasped aloud as those bloodstained hands pulled down the top of her blouse, the ribbon on the floor at the feet of her reflection. The spirit leaned in, lips gliding against her ear.
“I’ve waited so long, Yae. My beautiful Yae….”
The words came from everywhere and nowhere.
“NO!” Finally, Mio spoke. She reached up to cover her small, bared breasts and felt cloth beneath her wrists. The ribbon of her blouse, still tied, the top of the shirt still firmly in place. In the mirror, her reflection was covering her nudity, and those bloodstained hands were around her wrists. She thought she could feel those hands on her, a body pressed against her own. But the sensations were in her mind, only in her mind.
In the mirror the girl in the white kimono - white and red, so much blood, blood soaking through the fabric! - pulled down her hands. Her reflection acquiesced and her blouse fell away, leaving her standing in her skirt and stockings and patent leather shoes. In the mirror she stood looking down, a faint blush on her cheeks as those deathly pale hands moved over her breasts. They left blood smudges in their wake, hints of crimson clinging to mirror-Mio’s girlish breasts. Mio felt her throat close, her heart pounding in her chest as though it was going to burst.
“How I love you, Yae.”
Bloodstained hands reached for her skirt, the white fabric soaking up blood. So much blood! Hot and sticking, seeping through the skirt and pulling it against her leg. Blood dripping down her thigh as her skirt was eased down…
“No!” Mio screamed again and now her body responded. She threw the flashlight at the mirror, shattering it. It fell in a dozen jagged pieces, each one laying on the floor at Mio’s feet.
Blood seeped from the broken edges. Blood dripped onto the floor, blood pooled on the warped and rotted wood, blood smeared the glass. And each shard remained as though whole, each bleeding bit of glass reflecting the horrific scene. It wouldn't go away, that dead girl reaching between her legs, pulling her close. Mio wailed, batting at hands that weren't there. The blood slithered towards her shoes, and her eyes remained locked on the dozens of mirror fragments. As she watched, the scene shimmered, rippled like water - like blood. Now it was Mayu who was caressing her like a lover, whispering into her ear, kissing her. Then it was the girl in the bloodstained kimono. Back and forth, Mayu then the spirit, touching her, holding her, kissing the tips of her blood smudged breasts.
Screaming, Mio staggered backwards, shaking her head as she willed the images to go away. Even with her eyes closed, they were burned into her mind. Those hands on her, undressing her, those lips, the blood. Crying, she stumbled out of the room and sank to the ground, hugging herself and screaming her sister’s name.
Title: The Looking Glass Bled
Fandom: Fatal Frame 2:
Pairing: SaexMio
Rating: R
Warnings: Horrific imagery, non-con, mind-fuckery
Spoilers: Minor game spoilers
Genre: Horror
Word Count: 1217
Summary: The Camera Obscura wasn't the only thing that showed pictures of what wasn't there in the daytime world.
“Mayu? Mayu, where are you?”
Mio turned her flashlight down another empty corridor. Nothing but spider webs and old, moth-eaten curtains hanging on the rotted wood. And that cold wind that seemed to come from nowhere, whispering around corners and chilling her to the bone. Everything was dead, everything was cold.
She and Mayu were the only warm things in the village, and Mayu was gone. Why had she wandered off again? Mio chose to believe that her twin had left of her own accord. It was better to think that way, better to believe the little white lie. She needed do whatever she could to preserve her sanity.
“Mayu! Mayu!”
Her voice was hoarse from calling out for her sister. Her legs were starting to ache, her fingers cramped around the flashlight. The camera - that strange, frightful camera! - hung at her hip. Mayu was here, somewhere. She knew it, she could feel it.
Turning, Mio frowned. The path behind her looked different than it had a moment ago. The angle of the hallway was wrong, the tapestries were the wrong color….
No, it was just a trick of the dark. It had to be. Mio shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. It was so cold. The temperature seemed to have dropped in the last few minutes. It was practically freezing!
Where was Mayu?
A noise, down the hallway and around the corner. Someone laughing? Or maybe crying? Mio jumped, her flashlight shining in the direction of the sound.
“Mayu?” Cautiously, the girl edged towards the sound, her lower lip caught tightly between her teeth. The corridor turned sharply, the tapestries fluttering gently in the phantom breeze. The hallway groaned around her, each small noise making her jump. They sounded like human moans.
The hallway ended in a room, the door hanging open. It creaked on its hinges. The room beyond was dark, the flashlight beam failing to penetrate the shadows. Cautiously, Mio stepped forward, her small hands gripped into fists.
The room was old, abandoned, empty. Tattered kimonos hung on the wall, broken pottery littered the floor. The remains of a bed lay like a corpse in the corner, broken and ruined. Against the back wall there stood a mirror, dusty and framed in braided red chord. Mio’s flashlight passed over it, and she jumped at her own reflection. And there, in the mirror behind her….
Mio spun quickly, gasping, lifting the camera to her eyes. But there was nothing behind her. Just the empty, ransacked room. But in the mirror she’d seen something, something white and red…
Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. Like out in the hallway, when she’d been convinced it was a different place for a moment. That was all. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Mio turned back to the mirror.
Her scream died in her throat. There was her reflection, and again, that thing behind her. Now it was clear, painfully clear. A girl, her hair in her eyes, her white kimono stained with blood, right there behind her. Mio froze. Her breath came in small gasps as she willed her body to work, to bring up her camera, to turn….
Something whispered in her ear. In the mirror, the girl was right behind her, hands on her shoulders. But Mio felt nothing.
“I’ve waited for you, Yae….”
The words were so soft, Mio barely understood them. She stared in horror at her reflection, at the reflection of a phantom that wasn’t there. Ghostly hands, so small, so pale, the crimson blood that stained them a brutal contrast of colors. They moved, sliding down to the collar of Mio’s blouse. She felt her skin writhe and recoil at the image of the touch. There was nothing against her skin, nothing but the cold kiss of wind. And yet…
She couldn’t make a sound. She couldn’t move. Every nerve in her body was screaming for her to run, but she couldn’t. It was as though the thing in the mirror held her as tightly as it held her reflection.
She watched in mounting horror as those ghostly mirror-hands plucked at the ribbon of her blouse, unlacing it. She heard laughing, somewhere far away. High and mocking and maddened. She gasped aloud as those bloodstained hands pulled down the top of her blouse, the ribbon on the floor at the feet of her reflection. The spirit leaned in, lips gliding against her ear.
“I’ve waited so long, Yae. My beautiful Yae….”
The words came from everywhere and nowhere.
“NO!” Finally, Mio spoke. She reached up to cover her small, bared breasts and felt cloth beneath her wrists. The ribbon of her blouse, still tied, the top of the shirt still firmly in place. In the mirror, her reflection was covering her nudity, and those bloodstained hands were around her wrists. She thought she could feel those hands on her, a body pressed against her own. But the sensations were in her mind, only in her mind.
In the mirror the girl in the white kimono - white and red, so much blood, blood soaking through the fabric! - pulled down her hands. Her reflection acquiesced and her blouse fell away, leaving her standing in her skirt and stockings and patent leather shoes. In the mirror she stood looking down, a faint blush on her cheeks as those deathly pale hands moved over her breasts. They left blood smudges in their wake, hints of crimson clinging to mirror-Mio’s girlish breasts. Mio felt her throat close, her heart pounding in her chest as though it was going to burst.
“How I love you, Yae.”
Bloodstained hands reached for her skirt, the white fabric soaking up blood. So much blood! Hot and sticking, seeping through the skirt and pulling it against her leg. Blood dripping down her thigh as her skirt was eased down…
“No!” Mio screamed again and now her body responded. She threw the flashlight at the mirror, shattering it. It fell in a dozen jagged pieces, each one laying on the floor at Mio’s feet.
Blood seeped from the broken edges. Blood dripped onto the floor, blood pooled on the warped and rotted wood, blood smeared the glass. And each shard remained as though whole, each bleeding bit of glass reflecting the horrific scene. It wouldn't go away, that dead girl reaching between her legs, pulling her close. Mio wailed, batting at hands that weren't there. The blood slithered towards her shoes, and her eyes remained locked on the dozens of mirror fragments. As she watched, the scene shimmered, rippled like water - like blood. Now it was Mayu who was caressing her like a lover, whispering into her ear, kissing her. Then it was the girl in the bloodstained kimono. Back and forth, Mayu then the spirit, touching her, holding her, kissing the tips of her blood smudged breasts.
Screaming, Mio staggered backwards, shaking her head as she willed the images to go away. Even with her eyes closed, they were burned into her mind. Those hands on her, undressing her, those lips, the blood. Crying, she stumbled out of the room and sank to the ground, hugging herself and screaming her sister’s name.