A/N: The resultant of pent-up boredom, too many Larxene vids on YouTube, and a sudden penchant for something gory and dark. This would be one of my more psycho theories on what may have happened to Vexen's earlier, more volatile clones. Yeah...
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. At all. Which is probably fortunate if I come up with stuff like this...
Title: Play
It was so. Much. Fun.
Everything was all wrong, distorted and mangled. You could barely tell it was the same person as only a few minutes ago. You could barely tell it was a person.
And it felt unbelievably good.
Larxene laughed. She laughed and laughed until she thought she would vomit. She clutched her sides and shook with mirth.
Blood was everywhere. On the walls, the floor, the table, the tools. It covered Larxene. She may as well have bathed in it. Her blonde hair had turned russet with the liquid, her pale skin brown where it had already dried.
So much... so much... so much...
"Don't you have any self-control?" Vexen had entered the room, looking disgruntled. Larxene shot a smile, lazy and satisfied as a cat with cream, over her shoulder at the scientist.
"No." She giggled. Vexen suppressed a shudder.
"Get out." Number Four ordered. Larxene crossed her soaking arms, a macabre pout etched itself onto her features.
"But I'm not done yet." A pink tongue snaked out, catching a still-wet drop of blood as it trailed down her cheek. Vexen glanced at the mess on his table, barely able to keep his stomach from lurching.
"What is left?"
"...hmm..." Larxene cocked her head, surveying the figure. "Won't know until I start digging."
"He's dead."
"He was never alive. Can't die if you were never alive." She smirked, "If you don't like it, maybe you should work harder on controlling your little experiments..." Vexen threw up his hands and left with an angry mutterance of exasperation and disgust.
"She's sick!" He hissed, exiting the 'interrogation' room. Larxene ignored him, turning back to the motionless form on the table. Her knives had been toys for much earlier, more personal tools were required now. She dug her fingers into what flesh was left, yanking and pulling, rummaging in the chest cavity. She pulled out a dead lump that dripped gore, a sadistic grin playing across her face as she cradled her prize.
"Didn't need it anyway, did you?" She threw back her head and laughed again.
"It's so much fun to break toys..."
END.
A/N: ...I don't even want to explain this further... In my mind, Larxene has issues. Please review, end my insanity!