I can't take it anymore. I really can't.
Why don't they understand? I've asked, even lowered myself to beg this, plead with them. Why can't they understand? We're not freaks, we're not evil, we're not a disease. Why can't you understand?
But it just falls on deaf ears. All they know is that we're different. And they can't stand differences. This is what our society has become, a hell-hole filled with stereo-types and 'the norm'.
Can't they see that we're in love? Love! Does it really matter that we're the same gender? Why should it? Why does gender even matter, in reploids? We can't reproduce; it has no meaning. So why? Why do they treat us this way?
But worse yet is what they do to him. Oh, no, they're too afraid to come near me. They'll shout insults at me, scream at me how I'm the reason this world is coming to an end, call me a freak, a faggot... I can take that. I don't care. But him.. they know he won't do anything. That he won't fight back. So they go after him, hurt him, attack him...
'Mavericks'. Everytime I ask him what happened to him, that's all he ever says. 'Mavericks'. But I can see through his lie. He knows it, too. He's afraid now, afraid to be alone. Away from me. Because they'll come then. They hate us. They hate us. But we didn't do anything!
I know... I know I'm taking the coward's way out. Ending my life won't make it easier for him. Ending my life won't do anything. But... I can't take this... I can't... I can't stand what's happening to us.
I'm sorry X. I'm sorry.
~~~
"Zero?" The small hunter cautiously stole into the room, eyes wide. "Zero, are you in here?" he asked again, fearful that some other hunters were just playing a cruel trick on him.
There, lying on the floor, was Zero. Gasping, he ran to his side, staring in horror at the pool of blood that oozed from his neck, pouring from the wound created by his sabre. His sabre, that his hands still clutched, fingers tightly wrapped around the silver hilt.
"Zero..." Choking on a sob, X cradled in bloody form in his lap. "Why? Zero, why?" Closing his eyes, he allowed the tears to spill down his cheeks, falling and mixing in with the blood that coated the floor. "I love you Zero. I love you." Rocking back and forth, he continued to cry, burying his face in the chest of his dead-lover. "Why?"
~~~
I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened. First it was the Maverick Virus... then Iris... now you. If I stay much longer, I will go maverick.. and I don't want you to be forced to kill me.
They would make you do that, too. They hate us. I'm sorry.
~~~
Hours later X finally let go of Zero's dead body. Standing up shakily, he walked into the small kitchen area of the apartment. Closing his eyes, he sank into a chair and sobbed, holding his head in his hands. It was only by chance that he noticed the paper lying on the table. Drying his eyes with his sleeve, X picked them up and began to read slowly.
~~~
... but I love you... no matter what they try to tell you...
I hate them.
~~~
"I... I love you...?" Shaking his head, X sighed. "If you did, would you have done this? Zero... I can't live without you..."
~~~
I'm sorry
~~~
Walking over to the counter, he picked up a knife, staring at the blade. After a moment's hesitation, he slashed his own neck, choking on the thick red liquid that filled his throat.
~~~
I love you
~~~
I love you Zero...
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AN: GAH! WHY DID I WRITE THIS?!?! ::goes off into a corner and sobs:: I had this sudden idea... I'm so sorry! Gah! It's like... so... depressing and... horrible! Gah!
... I will finish Maverick! No more stories from me 'til it's done ( unless my friend uses my account again ). ::sigh::
Why don't they understand? I've asked, even lowered myself to beg this, plead with them. Why can't they understand? We're not freaks, we're not evil, we're not a disease. Why can't you understand?
But it just falls on deaf ears. All they know is that we're different. And they can't stand differences. This is what our society has become, a hell-hole filled with stereo-types and 'the norm'.
Can't they see that we're in love? Love! Does it really matter that we're the same gender? Why should it? Why does gender even matter, in reploids? We can't reproduce; it has no meaning. So why? Why do they treat us this way?
But worse yet is what they do to him. Oh, no, they're too afraid to come near me. They'll shout insults at me, scream at me how I'm the reason this world is coming to an end, call me a freak, a faggot... I can take that. I don't care. But him.. they know he won't do anything. That he won't fight back. So they go after him, hurt him, attack him...
'Mavericks'. Everytime I ask him what happened to him, that's all he ever says. 'Mavericks'. But I can see through his lie. He knows it, too. He's afraid now, afraid to be alone. Away from me. Because they'll come then. They hate us. They hate us. But we didn't do anything!
I know... I know I'm taking the coward's way out. Ending my life won't make it easier for him. Ending my life won't do anything. But... I can't take this... I can't... I can't stand what's happening to us.
I'm sorry X. I'm sorry.
~~~
"Zero?" The small hunter cautiously stole into the room, eyes wide. "Zero, are you in here?" he asked again, fearful that some other hunters were just playing a cruel trick on him.
There, lying on the floor, was Zero. Gasping, he ran to his side, staring in horror at the pool of blood that oozed from his neck, pouring from the wound created by his sabre. His sabre, that his hands still clutched, fingers tightly wrapped around the silver hilt.
"Zero..." Choking on a sob, X cradled in bloody form in his lap. "Why? Zero, why?" Closing his eyes, he allowed the tears to spill down his cheeks, falling and mixing in with the blood that coated the floor. "I love you Zero. I love you." Rocking back and forth, he continued to cry, burying his face in the chest of his dead-lover. "Why?"
~~~
I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened. First it was the Maverick Virus... then Iris... now you. If I stay much longer, I will go maverick.. and I don't want you to be forced to kill me.
They would make you do that, too. They hate us. I'm sorry.
~~~
Hours later X finally let go of Zero's dead body. Standing up shakily, he walked into the small kitchen area of the apartment. Closing his eyes, he sank into a chair and sobbed, holding his head in his hands. It was only by chance that he noticed the paper lying on the table. Drying his eyes with his sleeve, X picked them up and began to read slowly.
~~~
... but I love you... no matter what they try to tell you...
I hate them.
~~~
"I... I love you...?" Shaking his head, X sighed. "If you did, would you have done this? Zero... I can't live without you..."
~~~
I'm sorry
~~~
Walking over to the counter, he picked up a knife, staring at the blade. After a moment's hesitation, he slashed his own neck, choking on the thick red liquid that filled his throat.
~~~
I love you
~~~
I love you Zero...
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AN: GAH! WHY DID I WRITE THIS?!?! ::goes off into a corner and sobs:: I had this sudden idea... I'm so sorry! Gah! It's like... so... depressing and... horrible! Gah!
... I will finish Maverick! No more stories from me 'til it's done ( unless my friend uses my account again ). ::sigh::