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foundationmods) wrote2020-05-14 02:05 pm
foundationmods) wrote2020-05-14 02:05 pmWEEK 5 MURDER
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foundationmods) wrote2020-05-14 02:05 pm
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He stops in the middle of the room, head tilted. ]
Yeah, what is it?
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He could try and get out of there, push past or knock down Date.
But....if he's right, then it might not even matter in the end.
He rests his hands on the table's edge, leaning back a little, face completely stern.]
....When did you start using your left hand as your dominant one?
['Date....is right handed, isn't he?
So, that means....this might not be him.
And if that's the case, then....I might've made a massive mistake by writing that note.']
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You know some people are ambidextrous when it comes to certain actions, right? Batting in baseball, sewing a thread...firing a gun.. [ He would have liked to play a bit longer, but ah well. And Battler was more observant than he had given him credit for, who would have thought opening the doorknob with his left hand would give him away. It makes him want to laugh, but no, not yet. Soon, but not yet.
The funny thing about framing Date is that their skill with a gun is essentially equivalent (even if he wouldn't walk around with the safety off), at least when it comes to core principles. So his draw time is incredibly fast, his aim incredibly precise.
Bang. ]
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[It all happens so fast, that he barely feels it at first. There's only the thud of something hitting into him, something warm -
And then, the pain hits - along with the horrible feeling of losing his breath. It hurts so badly that he can't think, can't do anything except fall backwards, pushing the table aside with a horrible crash as his body hits the floor with a thud.
And as he falls, and sees 'Date's' face -
'Ah, this is....
....Familiar....
....I've experienced....this before...
The third game....right...?']
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....D...Date...Sa-aaaughk, ghk.....
[It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much -
But past the pain, there's a question. A burning question, one that he wants to know, more than anything, even if he's going to die here and -
then what? What'll happen to him?
He doesn't want to wake up in some chairs, seated across a table, in front of a new Witch. He doesn't want to have to go through all of this again, over and over - Or will he be like what they've all constantly been saying?
Will he, too, become something full of hatred and malice and suffering?
God help him, it's actually starting to sound better than what he's had to go through. At least, then, he wouldn't care.So, he has to - ask. Just as the piece self, on the third game...made a declaration, and learned the truth as he was dying.]
...Wh...y...?
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Why, why, why, always, the why! Ah, but I'll tell you, it's been a while after all and you've been such a good boy. But first: I owe you an apology.
I lied.
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This young man with the sneering grin, maniacal look in his eyes, and who's voice drips with contempt couldn't possibly be the overly pragmatic, occasionally helpful, sarcasm barbed agent who's been in this house for five weeks. Right? ]
You know, I really have to commend you for seeing through me. Maybe I have gotten rusty, but can you blame me? It's been so long since I've been able to switch faces. But you didn't ask about any of that, right? You wanted to know why. The answer is really very simple: I said it before.
This entire act has been a damn lie. I've acted for weeks and weeks on end, waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and I'm tired of it. The miasma doesn't affect you Battler, but I'm not so sure it really affected me either. You see, I've always been like the miasma from the start. I don't care about you, I don't care about them, I don't care about the vessels or the foundation—all I care about is inflicting despair, agony, torture, hopelessness on every one else.
And you. You're one of the two special ones, one of the two who's been able to keep their head above water, one of the two who might be able to nullify the curse for good if only we found the source.
Too bad. Too bad I was never on your team to start, and too bad that you won the hearts of so many here. I can't wait to hear their cries tomorrow, to see the tears they'll shed...I've seen it so many times, but it's beautiful, all so beautiful.
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The sneering of Beatrice, all over again. It keeps happening to him, doesn't it? Over and over and over, he's continually betrayed - for what? For their own satisfaction? For the misery and suffering and cruelty it all brings, the look on his own face?
It's all the same. It's all the same, but -
It still....hurts. Hikage...even if he didn't know him that well, to see this...to see his true self, only seeking to cause despair and lap it up -
It certainly makes him tear up, despite himself. To let himself cry, not just for the situation...but for everyone else.
And in his eyes...it's clear that he also despairs.
'Why...does it all...have to be so painful...?
Is it...really because of the Curse?
....I'm so tired.
....I hate this.
I hate this so much.
I just want it to stop.
It hurts, and yet....
...It won't stop, will it...?']
J....ust....for th...at...?
...Th...en....why di...dn't,...you do...hgkk, kff....it...earlier....?!
[He's drowning. It feels like he's drowning, but all of this...is also making him feel angry.]
Wh...y....di...dn't....you....kill me....earlier....!
[Back when he was a useless, crying person. Back when he still had hope in everything, back when Rin was still alive-
Why now, when he was, just a little bit...coming back to himself?!]
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And then just as suddenly he stops, the room silent aside from ragged breathing. It's almost melodic in a way. His right hand covers his bright red eye, and he steps forward. He only needs one hand to shoot, especially at a range like this. ]
Ha... earlier? Weren't you listening all last week? We're supposed to sit and wait and be good little boys and girls, waiting for a plan that has no end in sight other than more waiting. But it's fine they say, we just need to have hope, hope will drive us all together now that there's not that many of us left. Hope will decide who's worthy of sacrifice and who isn't.
Hope is a lie. Hope has always been a lie, that entire plan is a lie, their self-righteousness is a lie everything is just a lie piled on top of a lie, on top of a lie, on top of a lie!!!
...but you know, it's more effective to break things completely. If I killed you earlier, they might have called it a mercy killing. How romantic if you died right after Tohsaka, two lovers reunited in death~. After your friendship with the good doctor lay tattered in pieces. But that would have been too easy.
You needed to fully experience the falsehood of hope before you can truly appreciate despair. There's nothing like it—I'm almost a bit jealous.
[ He cocks the gun, breathing wild. There were so many reasons why it had to be now, some he has a firmer grasp on than others. Some he wants to deny they exist. But it doesn't matter. ]
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[There's - nothing he can really say to that, staring directly at him laughing, his eyes, and it -
You're the culprit, Aunt Eva...!
It took you a while to realize, Battler.
That's right, this expression...it's the same one his Aunt wore. That same expression of malice and derangement, as he lay bleeding and dying on the floor, just like this-!!
Though there's tears falling down, he...resolutely looks away, turning his gaze towards the ceiling, onto that sky of nothing but silken spider strands.
He doesn't want to die. But - there's no other choice, is there? There's no way someone could fix the hole in his lung, the way he has no way to breathe, blood bubbling up past his lips with every choked gasp.
....That's right. So, at the end...he won't gaze at his killer, crying over being betrayed and how unfair everything is, how he wishes he'd never come to this stupid place, how his ability that separated him from everyone marked him for death - how he couldn't just once have a moment of light before the rug is cruelly yanked out from under him.
A pitiful last defiance, not wanting to give Hikage what he wants anymore.
It fits him, a pitiful man who couldn't save, fight for, or help anyone.]
...Th...en.....s...stay...jeal...ous....Hi...ka, ge...
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All the emotion that was there a second ago twists over, his voice and glare frigid, immovable. ]
Shut up and stop ruining this for me. [ Petty? Incredibly so, but Hikage wants to relish this moment which means quieting this last act of defiance. He doesn't hesitate and he shoots once, and then twice. ]
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[He can't help but jerk, as the final two bullets penetrate his body. Though he would have most likely died without them, the bullet through the heart is enough to make this more than fatal.
Hikage, at least, gets his wish - with the darkness so rapidly closing in from the intense blood loss and pain, Battler can't even muster up the energy to even try to get enough air to speak anymore.
Still, he doesn't look. He just continues to resolutely stare up at the ceiling, even as his vision blurs and wavers.
....
....He hates this.
....He hates this so, so much.
There's no hope. There's nothing that can save any of them, now. Sure, they'll probably find his killer - but all of this will just keep repeating over and over, won't it? Until only one is left alive...and then, there would be none.
And nothing would cry to announce it. No...something would laugh - all of the dead, of the Curse and Miasma and whatever the hell else is behind all of this.
....That's right. If nothing matters....if he's going to die, then there's no harm in accepting it. It's the only thing that makes sense - why this would happen, why him, why all he can still see in the end is those damned spider threads -
'.....I....admit it.
I admit....my defeat.
You....exist.
You, the Curse....truly exists....!'
...But, nothing answers him.
Nothing happens.
And that's almost the worst of all.
His eyes flash a deep purple, in the last few seconds of his life - as he despairs and hates, angry at everything that led up to this, to his death, to how everything, everything, was just -
just -
...ju....st....
....
His eyes fade back to blue, as he gives a choked, wet death rattle before...silence.
Battler Ushiromiya is dead.]