Summary: "Soon, you will be a lifeless corpse, no different from the dolls you collected. I am your toy no longer."

Rating: T

Genre: Horror

Character: Muraki Kazutaka

Words: 654



A flash of metal. A scream of horror. A dull thud. Fresh blood seeping out, slowly covering the floor. Dead silence.

Ah, Mother, your precious doll has finally struck back. I bet you never expected that, did you? After all, how could your darling Kazutaka, the most precious of your collection, betray you?

Most precious doll...that is where you were wrong. I'm not a toy for you to play with as you please. I've seen what you do to your dolls. When you are done with them, you throw them away. Once you find a nicer one, you toss them aside, just as you did to my favorite doll, Veronica. I won't be disposed of so easily.

I could see how you looked at Saki. Even though he wasn't yours, even though he was a bastard child from another woman that your low-life husband impregnated while I was in your womb, you thought he was a beautiful doll. Would you have replaced me with him? Maybe you wouldn't have, but I can't take that chance, now could I? Don't worry, Mother, I'll take good care of Saki. He will shatter beautifully. But, I wouldn't worry about him right now, if you are thinking of him at all.

Have you looked outside, Mother? The moon is a beautiful shade of crimson, the same shade as the blood draining out of your body. I wonder if you can see it, now that you are dying. I can always see it, but it seems I am the only one. Nobody else seems to notice. It's a shame, because this red moon...it is invigorating. Now, watching you die, feeling your warm blood seeping into the cloth of my pants as I kneel beside you, it fills me with so much energy. I've been wanting to kill you for so long, but I never imagined it would feel this wonderful. Is it all just because I have finally succeeded in killing you, or is it something else as well?

Mother, you have given birth to a monster. I'm not quite human, am I? Of course, I was never a human to you anyway. I was simply a doll to you, so I suppose this revelation is lost upon you. Perhaps this you will understand: your beloved doll has been possessed by a demon. Does that help you understand? Though, even that isn't quite right. I am not possessed, for I know full well what I am doing. I suppose there is nothing you will understand properly, you aren't sane enough. A sane person would not treat her own son as nothing more than porcelain and cloth. Perhaps none of us are sane. This dysfunctional family...no, we aren't a family, we simply posed as one. What we had could not be called a family. It was more of a collection of people. Unfortunately for you, it is a collection I do not want. You are a broken doll, I have no more use for you.

Yes, that's right, you are the doll, my dear Mother, and you are broken beyond repair. A shattered doll is worthless, and can no longer be a part of the collection. How does it feel to have your own thoughts and actions turned back on you?

Are you crying, Mother? Surely it's because of the physical pain. You don't have enough emotion to cry for your son, to cry for what you've done. But still, how your tears bring a smile to my face. You could never understand the bliss this brings me, bathing in your blood under the light of the crimson moon, watching your life slowly fade. It's almost as if your life is flowing into me, making you weaker but me more powerful.

Ah, you've almost reached your end. Soon, you will be a lifeless corpse, no different from all the dolls you collected. I am your toy no longer.

Goodbye, Mother.