Take the Knife
I have my way of revenge, it is all in the mind, the dominance of another will to reform the healthy mind to a suicidal one, that it is them who lose all and not me. Their work not mine, let them carve out their self own self destruction and I'll sit back and watch the stupidity unfold. For revenge to succeed it must appear unharmed, present the handle of the knife, and give them that token of control. How did I come to invade her mind, she actually invaded mine mind you, became aware of my comings long before anyone else knew. Such a promising child, and did I 'die' when that boy slayed me? Hardly, the souja had already Tsunami drawn to it, at that moment prior to the boy's control I had control of both ryoko, her gems and the Souja. Truly an epic of gain, power and control all in one...including the fall. However Tsuanmi was open to me, I could not invade a goddess, but the source of her and that great ship, and she was my newfound home. And I laid in that mind since, patient, alone, waiting for the right time to whisper a word into her conscious, being a new voice of reason Not too sudden, always in her sleep where dream and reality were one and nothing extraordinary would be out of the ordinary.
It was a grand act of deception, I even surprise myself but I was patient till my words became more daring slowly whispering in her conscious in the day, slowly reediting her love of life and giving her a more creative object. For a time now I told her that red was good, it made everyone happy, flashes of red appeared in her dreams, I even told her with the pen in her hands to draw out the red in her hands, she had to appreciate her own red before everyone else and she began to like it.
Red was now her favourite, she drew pictures with that pen at night of her friends, all still with smiles, they had such wonderful features, first ryo-oki, then Ryoko and the professor, I couldn't forget about her, I told her to give her a extra long smile, how wonderful she is now!
She didn't want to draw her sister, just yet. Fair enough, as long as the boy was here, we could always go back to her then it all went wrong, before the night I told her they needed to be still if they needed that smile, to create the happy world, they had to be happy as her and they couldn't be happy without her smile but most of all they needed to be still throughout. So I gave instructions, that more should be added to sedate the eater into sleep when the meal was digested. It seemed to work, a shame he didn't eat enough, his scream and horror ruined the drawing, the smile was just a badly cut scar and she was now upset, upset to see that her drawings have brought so much pain. He didn't like the red, such a shame but the boy was even more shaken at seeing her draped in red, I told her to run with that pen in her hand, I told her three simple words retold a thousand times all at once and quite simply I told her to take the knife
How else could she be happy?
Her body fell with pain sneering at her plea for an end to it and I laughed because at last her sister, who heard her screams, was now here to see it, her sobbing and hysterical cries over her sister's departing were intriguing. Such a raw display of emotion of pain that is not death, my little puppet is dying as I am with her, my proper death but my revenge was complete, perfect and as much as I loved exploiting and twisting the morality of my little plaything, I will say this much.
Sasami was such a good drawer.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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