Kunō no Merodī [Snuff Soul]
Let's take a poll. I've been thinking about writing a small 'interlude' between parts 2 and 3 on just what happened in that small missing time frame. If you would like to have it written down just say so, if enough of you are interested in it I'll do it.
"Ugh." The girl's lips curled down even while she screamed, but it didn't make the image in front of her any less terrifying. Even without that sick smile, those eyes still glowed like a yokai in old folklore. The eyes rolled seconds later, in a complete over the top fashion before her teeth were bared. "That's enough!" she shouted, silencing Rise's screams.
Even her voice...even her voice sounded demonic. Like hers, but deeper, less human.
"Aw." The... thing seemed to calm back down quickly enough. "That's better." ...why did the way it speak sound so suggestive? And it was doing it with her face, her voice, her body - yes, there were differences, but the similarities...
This had to be a nightmare. But then, why hadn't she woken up yet? Why was she still here? Where was here? She had been kidnapped, right? Did they give her something to make her hallucinate this creature in front of her? Just what was going on?
She was back to 'smiling' now. "Are you starting to understand, me?" As impossible as it seemed her blood grew even colder. "Hm? Are you going to give me anything else besides your screams? You know your fans want something more spicy, don't you?" Her body went so still it hurt, but she couldn't force any of her limbs to move, even after her arms had been freed. "If you're going to start screaming again put some more emotion into it. So they can hear you."
It felt like there was a lump in her throat, a stone that refused to budge. "Wha-" she managed to squeak out, staring at this monstrosity in front of her.
"Yes?" The other her raised a brow, then grinned, leaning down so that her boobs bounced in the thin fabric of her suit. "What is it?"
Her eyes widened at seeing the girl in front of her: hands resting on her knees, leaning forward, making no attempt to hide her cleavage. She was intentionally making all her movements sexual; like what the producers asked of her when they were filming commercials, especially with that one for Quelorie Magic.
Rise shoved herself up from the floor, as if she just remembered that she could move. She only got as far as sitting up before she began shouting, "No! No! No!" as loud as she could. This... this was unreal. All of it. This place, wherever it was... how she got here, everything... It was all moving so fast! She couldn't make sense of anything anymore. Especially this.
"Huh?" She actually took a step back, staring back at Rise as if she were the crazy one. Then her lips were drawn up into a pout when she spoke, "Don't tell me you think this is all a dream? How immature can you get?
Somehow a hiccup slipped past her lips. "A dream. A bad dream," she muttered, raising her hands to cover her ears all the while. To block out anything else that was happening around her. It was all fake, right? So it couldn't touch her, right? Rise drew in a breath, teeth chattering as her whole body shook.
She could still see it however, drawing itself up to a standing position, walking back and forth in front of her, tapping her finger against her chin. When she caught Rise watching her - an imitation - she slipped her finger up to dip into her mouth, closed her eyes, and made a loud sucking sound.
That did it.
Rise shot up to her feet, hands balled up into fists at her sides. "You're just Risette! You were just an image created for the public! You're not real!" A shiver ran up and down her spine at the thought that she could be. Her eyes felt hot, like molten lava that was about to overflow. "You can't be real."
She removed the finger from her mouth with a pop, licking her lips a moment later. "We are Risette. When did you forget that?"
A dull ring sounded from the speakers in the room, the hallway; she could hear it even though the door has been closed. Nothing made sense here.
The other girl grinned. "It's time!" she sing-songed, whirling to face the door and push it open. She paused in the doorway, throwing her head back to look at Rise and giving her a wink. "Cheer for us." And then she was gone.
Rise nearly collapsed, feeling as if she had just run a marathon, but forced herself to stay standing. There was no way this freakish nightmare was going to end there. She wished she was wrong, really, but the moment a tv in the room flickered on she felt her heart sink.
The previously black screen showed another room, just as pink and purple as hers, but with bright lips pressed to the curtains; the very ones that parted to reveal that girl."Maru-Q! Push Risette!" She jumped toward the camera, arms drawn in toward her body to push her breasts up even more as they jiggled in their small confines. "Good evening, good evening! I'm Rise Kujikawa! This spring, one young girl levels up to become a high-school idol. Yaaayyyyy!" This time her jump sent her to a standing position. "So today I'm going to celebrate by pushing the limits of Standards and Practices!" With a twirl she showed off every inch of her skin that wasn't covered. "Does everyone know what time it is? Show time!"
Rise stared at the screen. Just... just what the hell was this? An uncharacteristic low laugh escaped her lips. Seriously?
"Show what, huh? Hmhmhm..." She was sliding the straps to her top down as she spoke, but then she suddenly raised her hands, snapping them back against her skin, keeping the top secure after teasing the camera. "E-very-thing!" She giggled profusely at her reveal.
Her legs finally gave away on her, no longer allowing her to remain standing. What strength she had managed to gather was gone now.
"Eee! How embarrassing!" She clasped her hands to her cheeks that weren't tinted red, feigning the very emotion she spoke of. "Is this too hot for TV?" She plucked at the strings of her bikini bottoms next. "Well, if a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing it all the way! I'm gonna bare it all for you! Heehee! Stay tuned!"
