A.N: Not owned by me. This story has been sitting on my harddrive for three years now. I was thinking it was about time to upload it.


She was bleeding and bruised. Dark, ugly and numerous, much to his disgust. Her body was broken. Fingers lay at odd angles, purple and black, her legs were swollen and oozing blood.

And her eyes.

Her eyes they used to be such beautiful eyes. But now, now they screamed a thousand different things at him. A thousand screams and pleas and cries of anger, hurt, pain and despair.

But the loudest plea, the loudest cry of all could be said in three simple words.

Three simple words.

"Kill me, please."

Please.

A word he wasn't used to.

Please.

That word should never be used in the same sentence as "Kill me."

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He didn't want to. She was his favorite toy.

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But you can't play with a broken toy.

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Some broken toys could be fixed.

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But this toy is too broken to fix.

Please.

He didn't want to.

Please.

He didn't want to.

But the shame and hurt and humiliation that were flowing off her in rivers, well, that was slowly weakening his resolve.

He gathered her gently, tenderly in his arms and brought his face close to hers, just close enough so that she could hear him whisper. He paused, quickly wondering what to say. What do you say to a broken toy? What could he say? Sorry? Sucks to be you? Hope you lived life as you wanted? No… that wasn't right.

She was so tiny…so fragile….

Weak.

No, not weak.

Never weak.

"You did well, Dishrag." He murmured, looking, for the first time in a very long time, into her eyes.

So young…so small.

Claws hung suspended over her heart.

He didn't want to do this.

But how could he fix a broken toy that was so….Broken?

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

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She died.

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A small sigh escaped her; it was almost gentle like.

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He gently brushed a hand over her eyes, closing them.

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And peace finally found a place to rest on her face.

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Fin.


A.N: One of the more saddening pieces I've written.

No real reason why she's all hurt...I'm sure you all can come up with some...significantly horrifying reasons.

Think of this as an AU situation...