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foundationmods) wrote2020-05-14 02:05 pm
foundationmods) wrote2020-05-14 02:05 pmWEEK 5 MURDER
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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.]