Mio's Last Entry
Okay, so I decided to remake the ending of this game called Fatal Frame 2: Crimson Butterfly with a few of the protagonist's own feelings when she killed her own twin in order to save the village through a ritual. Funny I'm writing this. I now enjoy Tragedy. I'm open for criticism. This is actually my first one-shot so please bear with me. Thanks.—Miasmatic Domino
I wasn't ready. I never was.
I've spent a long time protecting her, flustering and exposing all the might I have to keep her away from harm. Ever since that time, when I inconsiderably left her to fall to her permanent demise, the limp on her leg the curse I made upon her, I have felt the greatest guilt within my soul. I took care of her, but…
I just had to kill her.
Shock, confused, frightened, despaired… all tragic emotions bottled up within me like a lightning bolt that hit my heart. My hands trembled, my whole body violently shook, my mind literally stopped thinking and my heart beat so fast it hurts. Then, before I knew it…
My vision blurred with salt water.
I slowly stood as my twin sister's body—a lifeless container—was thrown within an abyss that contained and was manifested by souls that just… wanted to rest in peace.
I slowly stood over the unquiet abyss, peering slightly over from the top. Tears that fell uncontrollably dropped onto the place and suddenly, out came butterflies. Crimson colored, luminous and perfectly symmetrical. I stepped back a little, giving way for the glowing omnipotence before me. Until one of them said…
"Thank you."
The sound of my sister's voice.
Mayu.
Mayu!
Before I knew it, I was running towards them.
Tears falling down endlessly, I cried out my sister's name in despair. My heart beat so fast and memories of our days spent together, even memories that happened here in this endless night in Minakami village, flooded within my mind.
I ran faster, tolerating and ignoring the pain in my tired legs. I came to a sudden halt when I was already at the village entrance and there, crimson butterflies fluttered away.
"Mayu… I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to."
I covered my puffed red eyes until the tears stopped falling, falling on my knees, tired and sad. I looked up again as a butterfly gracefully flew to me. I touched the warm glowing animal of life and released it.
"Thank you."
Ma… yu…
My vision darkened.
The scenery before me was perfectly beautiful—a blue, cloudless sky hovering above lush green trees, the sun—a warm, mellow glow of vitamin D and sunshine.
I sat on the bench where my sister and I used to sit on together. I now know that no matter how looked at it, my sister will never come back. The pain and the tragedy will be there, but not my twin's butterfly.
The crimson butterfly, the guardian of the village, marked to watch over it.
I am now the Remaining, the guardian of the world.
And the pain of the butterfly is now engraved upon me.
I shall watch over, like a crimson butterfly.
