Scott Pilgrim and the Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter One: Envy-Knives Chau
Hello, I'm PumpkinGrin. I'm such a huge fan of Scott Pilgrim, and I just recently watched Se7en, so I came up with the idea for this. It's just a little random fic about Scott having these strange dreams. Lemme know how it is.
Summary: After Scott and Ramona defeated Gideon at the Chaos Theatre, life seems to have finally slowed down for the young couple in love. But lately, Scott's been having weird dreams. Dreams about him and his friends as the personifications of the seven deadly sins…
Disclaimer: Scott Pilgrim belongs to Bryan Lee O'Malley. I own nothing, except for this fanfiction.
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Knives Chau, 17 years old, was still in love with Scott Pilgrim.
Even after he dumped her.
He was her first boyfriend. The first person in practically her entire life to introduce her to living. Life without him was unbearable without him; he was so fun and endearing in that sweet and goofy way. And sure, he made lots of mistakes, but that's what made Scott so fun and awesome. It's what made him human. It was what made Knives love him so much.
Oh, God, did she love him.
She didn't care about the age difference. People could gossip about it all they want. Knives wouldn't care, because she had Scott to ignore it with.
Until Ramona came along.
Ramona.
Ramona Flowers.
Knives hated her. Oh, how she did. Everything had been peachy and fine and lovely before she came into the picture. Scott loved Knives, and Knives loved Scott. But then Ramona came along and snatched Scott away from Knives' arms. Ramona had stolen her beloved Scott. Ramona stole him. Ramona seduced him. Ramona corrupted him.
It was all Ramona's fault. Everything.
Knives was miserable. So, so miserable. Lonely. Lost. Angry.
And envious.
Scott smiled and laughed a lot around Ramona. He kissed her a lot. He used to do that with Knives, sometimes. That was supposed to be Knives kissing and smiling and laughing with Scott. Not that fat hipster chick.
Knives was angry. Knives was envious.
Scott was out at band practice, at Stephen Stills' place. Sex Bob-Omb…what a lovely band, Knives thought. She loved them, like she loved Scott. Maybe that was why she loved them.
But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that Scott was at band practice…and Ramona was home alone.
Knives snuck out that night. Told her parents that she was going to sleep over at Tamara's. Blatant lies.
The Chinese-Canadian girl strode down the streets, enveloped in the shrouds of night. She had on her favorite striped scarf, a thick winter coat, and some simple exercise pants. Nothing fancy was needed for what she was going to do tonight.
Everything was quiet outside, but there was a raging storm in Knives' mind. Words and plans and nasty little threats circulated through her brain, repeating over and over in an endless mantra. Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night. Tonight was her night.
Finally, she arrived at her destination. She stood in front of the apartment, gazing up at it longingly. Scott had apparently slept in here, more than once. All of those times were spent with that swine. The very thought of them sharing a bed made her blood boil. She gripped her sai tightly as she walked up to the door.
Anticipating the moment yet to come, Knives rang the doorbell. She licked her lips in perverse glee. She was going to do this. She was going to win.
The doorknob started to turn, and the door opened. Sure enough, there stood Ramona the pig, with her outlandish blue hair and wide brown eyes. The sight of her made Knives sick to her stomach. She wanted to vomit right then and there, but she had something much worse in store for Ramona.
"Knives?" Ramona queried. Knives noticed that she was wearing a very tight T-shirt and shorts. Slut.
"Hey, Ramona." Knives greeted back before she lunged forward.
On instinct, Ramona ducked backwards, her fat little stomach curving inward to dodge Knives' blade. But Knives quickly reacted and sliced forward with her other sai. The blade connected with Ramona's pale skin, leaving a thin bleeding cut.
"Whoa, hey! What the hell are you doing?" Ramona gasped, stumbling backwards. Her back hit the stair railing. "I thought we were done with this!"
"Oh no, Ramona," Knives began, her voice sickly sweet as she attempted to stab the older woman once again. "I'm not done until you are."
Ramona lurched out of the way before the sai could make contact. She slammed into the wall, tumbling over the first few stairs. "Knives, calm down, cut it out!" She cried out exasperatedly. "This is over. Scott chose what he did, and you're just going to have to deal with it and move on already!"
Knives snapped.
"How dare you!" She spat as she snap kicked Ramona in the face. She flew backwards onto the first landing, groaning in pain and rubbing her chin. "How dare you!"
Before Ramona could speak, Knives struck her across the face with her bare fist."You stole the only person in the world that meant anything to me! He was my first—my first everything! And you take him away, snatch him up as if you owned him. He didn't choose you; you chose him!"
"Knives, I—" Ramona was interrupted with another strike to the jaw.
"No, shut up! Shut up!" Knives screamed, anger pouring out of her. "You're such a slut! You took him away as if he were nothing special, as if he were just some sort of—some sort of toy! You don't really love him! You wouldn't know what love is!"
At this point, Knives sank to her knees. Her pretty Asian features were distorted in anguish as she bent forward and let out a dry sob. Her hands balled up into fists at her sides, her knuckles white.
Ramona listened to the teenager crying, and suddenly felt very uneasy. Here was a girl who just tried to kill her, and now she was suffering some emotional breakdown. Ramona was a stranger to these kinds of things, but nonetheless she leaned forward. Her hand was outstretched, trying to offer Knives some sort of comfort; she understood that she was just a teen, and that she was still confused. Knives probably needed to have some time to think things through.
As soon as Ramona's hand touched Knives' back, Knives straightened up and tried to land a hit to Ramona's face. However, Ramona easily caught it, somehow expecting it. Of course, Knives wouldn't want to accept comfort from the person she hated the most. But at least it was worth a try, she sighed mentally.
"Hey, hey," Ramona said quietly. She took noticed of Knives' tear-stained cheeks, her furrowed brow, and her glittery almond-shaped eyes. "It's…uh…it's gonna be okay. Just…why don't you go home and take some time to—"
But Ramona never finished her sentence.
She froze, a dreadful icy feeling flooding over her. Her skin paled to a ghostly white as she looked down to see one of Knives' sai embedded in her stomach.
Ramona gazed up at Knives to see her smiling, mocking her. That was when Ramona lost sense of the world, and fell back.
Knives clambered up to a stand as Ramona breathed her very last. Her body convulsed slightly, shuddering with waves of agony. Until, finally, she gave one last shiver and went still.
Knives bent down next to Ramona's body to pull out her sai, finding herself mesmerized by the sight of the American's crimson blood staining her T-shirt. It was darkening quickly and spreading over her stomach.
It was beautiful.
The 17 year old stood back up and gave Ramona one last glance before walking out of the house. She closed the door behind her softly, as if not to awake the woman lying dead on the staircase behind her.
All at once, Knives felt free. Her anger disappeared, and replaced itself with hope and courage. Now that Ramona was gone, she had Scott all to herself.
Comforted by this thought, Knives flopped onto the front yard and into the fresh snow, making a snow angel as she giggled gently to herself.
"…tt. Scott…Scott!"
Scott awoke, startled and shocked. He flung upward into a sitting position in Ramona's bed, searching the room wildly for any Chinese-Canadian teenage girls making snow angels. Fortunately, the only thing seen was Ramona and her room.
"Jesus, Scott, did you have a bad dream or something?" Ramona asked, sitting on the foot of the bed. Her face expressed slight concern and puzzlement. "It took me forever to wake you up. Well, it usually always does, but this time it was different. You were mumbling in your sleep or something. I heard you say Knives."
Scott's eyes flew open. "Knives?" He repeated sharply. "Is she here? Where?"
Ramona raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no. Like I said, you were mentioning her in your sleep." She clarified. "What were you dreaming about?"
"You didn't see for yourself?"
"Oh, come on, Scott. I don't evade what little privacy you have all the time."
Scott looked downward, idly scratching his messy brown hair. "Oh. Well…it was about Knives."
His girlfriend rolled her eyes. "Alright, that I figured. What else?"
"Um…" Scott looked around uneasily, unsure of what she should and shouldn't say. "And…you were in it, too."
"…Oh God, don't tell me this wasn't one of your lame lesbian fantasy dreams."
Scott jumped up. "What? No, no, it's nothing like that!" He denied wildly, waving his hands about wildly. "You know I dream about that stuff?"
Ramona leaned to her side on the bed, supporting herself on her left arm. "You're Scott Pilgrim, Scott. You're one of the biggest lesbian fanboys around." She pointed out.
Scott looked away a little guiltily. "Am not…kinda…"
"Whatever. Look, just…what did you dream about? Huh? What was your dream about?"
A sinking feeling coursed down the slacker's spine. "Uh…will you promise that you won't get offended if I tell you?" He asked, readjusting his position on the bed.
"I can't guarantee anything, but shoot."
Scott exhaled. "Okay. Basically, this was way back when, like, in Volume 2 to 3, when Knives was still 17, and was still jealous of you. Because you were dating me, right? So, basically, she went absolutely freaking crazy and went to your house and killed you." He stated.
Both were silent for a few moments. Only the occasional passing car could be heard from outside. The couple stared at each other.
"Okay, Scott?" Ramona said. "You have some problems. Would you like to go see a psychiatrist?"
Scott quickly shook his head. "No, no! I'm not crazy! It's just the dream that was. I'm perfectly mentally fine, I don't need a physicist—"
"Psychiatrist."
"Psychiatrist, or whatever, I don't need one of those," Scott insisted. He sat upright and leaned forward towards Ramona. "Look, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. I just had some crazy dream, that's all."
The American delivery girl wasn't buying it; she stared at him with skepticism. "Really, Ramona," Scott said, grasping her hand with his. "I'm alright."
Ramona was quiet with contemplation. She frowned as she examined her boyfriend's face, analyzing his expression and guessing at his thoughts. Finally, she spoke. "Alright, fine. I guess you are okay." She decided. "I won't take you to a psychiatrist. Sorry for worrying about you," She added mockingly.
Scott smiled. "It's alright. Apology accepted," He murmured as he leaned in for a kiss. Ramona accepted his offer and kissed him back with a smile on her lips.
But Scott couldn't fight off the feeling that his dream of Knives wasn't going to be the last one.
So how was it? I know Knives is pretty OOC, but considering it was Scott dreaming, and that she was the personification of Envy, I think I'm somewhat kind of justified. Oh well, just leave a review, if you would be so kind. Even some constructive criticism would be welcome, since I know this story might need some of it. Thanks for reading.
Up next will be Wallace as Gluttony.