Breaking Butterflies
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Falling into insanity, Shion Sonozaki found transcendence.
Paranoia was hell, a maelstrom of uncertainties plaguing her tortured mind. Each ambiguous, menacing thought was like a knife punching repeatedly into her back. But when she took a step out of paranoia, and into insanity, the blade snapped away. What was left, what insanity gifted to her, was a euphoric knowledge. No more questions. No more need for lies. What did she need those for, when she already knew everything that she needed to know? It was their fault. They had taken Satoshi away. So they had to pay. In blood. In the end, it was so simple.
She did not feel irrationality, nor did she feel fear. She simply felt. It was truth. And so, she transcended. It was oblivion, sweet and blissful oblivion for a mind that had been on the precipice, toppled over and then, shattered.
Shion was a broken butterfly, with shredded wings crushed by rocks. Insanity restored those wings into limbs of steel. She would have her revenge.
For every fingernail she had ripped from her fingers, she would deliver pain and humiliation hundred-fold to the culprits. To do so, insanity wrapped her small, fragile core with thick bands of cotton, blinding her eyes and ears to what she did to her family. She was numb as she flayed her grandmother's flesh with the whip, frozen as she gazed on her twin's helplessness locked within a cage. Shion laughed, yes, she screamed the ogre's delight as the vicious spirit contorted her body into spasms of rapture. She couldn't contain it, not when it fed on the torture and brutality.
And it felt so good. She didn't want this wonderful feeling to leave, not when she was punishing the ones who had taken Satoshi away. Shion floated, mind suspended in clouds, while she stabbed a knife into Satoko's small body. When she was poised above Kei, nails in hand, eyes driven wide and wild by the ogre's thirst for blood, Shion remained oblivious, secure in her insanity. This was justice, she knew. This was right. There were no conspiracies whispering in the back of her head, no voices asking her who could be trusted.
Shion smiled at the boy. Her friend – no, an enemy to Satoshi's memory. One hand caressed the hammer, the other placing the point of a nail gently onto his finger. A brief prick, a flaring pain, and he shut his eyes, a muffled shriek gargling in his throat.
"Accept justice," were the last words he heard before the nail crushed his finger.
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A/N: When I think back on Shion's behaviour in the series, this feels a little AU-ish. On the other hand, insanity takes many forms, so this will merely be one of many. Plus, more insane-Shion is always good.