100 Morbid Themes Part 10: The Final Chapter
Here it is, folks. Finally, the end of this ridiculous set of themes. Thanks to Cherrie S. xx, Tomoyo Kinomoto, and newmew4you, as well as everyone who's been reading but not reviewing. Thanks for sticking with this giant pile of crazy, guys. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew, Margaret Atwood's "You Fit into Me," or Dexter.
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091. Mortification (Severance)
From the Journal of Masahashi Yomi, 2004:
Ugh. My psychologist keeps saying that I need to stop blaming myself for everything than happened. Which is kinda stupid, honestly. I have a pretty good idea of what was and wasn't my fault. That's not really the problem. I think the problem is that it doesn't MATTER whether any given thing was my fault.
Lorne killed Akane. I didn't. Does that mean I shouldn't feel guilty for not doing anything to stop her? I really need to tell this doctor what actually happened at the last battle. Not telling is probably unhealthy.
092. Express
The dark-haired girl was surprised when the little blond boy toddled up to her. All the other kids stayed away from her. She was weird. But she had never seen this boy before. Maybe he didn't know.
"Hi!" he said brightly. "My name is Ryou. I'm four!" He was absolutely adorable. What was he doing with her?
"Where are your friends, Ryou?"
"You're my friend!" He replied, hugging her without warning. For once, she wasn't thinking about her classmates hating her. "Who are you?"
"My name is Kou..."
"Well, I like you, Kou!"
088. Hook
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
A fish hook
An open Eye
–Margaret Atwood
God, the thought of him makes my skin crawl. He managed to touch me on the arm today, during the fight. I scrubbed my arm red, but I couldn't get rid of the awful feeling of being violated.
Now, the lye burns awfully, and my body spasms with pain despite my best efforts to keep still. It will scar. Even if it doesn't kill me—and it shouldn't. I'm a Mew, and I'm strong—it will scar. That may not be nearly enough.
094. Danger
No conscious thought. Instinct. A flash. Sword drawn. Running through trees. Familiar face. Why? Protect her. Just watching now. Good job. By herself. But no. Of course not. Needed. Necessary. Sword again. No thought. Parry. Thrust. Instinct. Down it goes. Laughter. Not hers. Not yours. Then another threat. Frenzy. Protect her. Two swords. Too fast. Explosion of pain. No. Ignore it. Thrust. Too slow. Laughter. Concentrate. Protect her. Ignore the pain. The battle. Clashing steel. Too fast. Too slow. An opening. Suddenly. Somehow. Thrust. A cut. Matching scars. No laughter now. Gone. In an instant. But a victory. Protect her.
095. Murderer (The Undiscovered Country)
It hits him about halfway through the journey home. Until then, he felt righteous. He felt vindicated. How dare she scorn him? He was her creator. His words should be as holy writ to her. He gave her life; she chose to squander it on a man she didn't love. Instead of him. She was his soulmate. He had made her to be, sculpted every inch, programmed every quirk. He gave her life, and it was his right to take it away.
Halfway home, he knows he's a monster. The crew find him holed up in his chambers, just crying.
096. Cut (Tokyo Ew Ewniverse)
"We need to break up," the red-haired girl said flatly.
"What? Why?" her boyfriend replied.
"I have met someone else." By now, it was clear that the Mew's flat tone was due to poor acting rather than a lack of feeling.
"We're gonna be here all day, aren't we?" Kish sighed. "You suck so hard at this. And don't you say anything, Milquetoast," he added, seeing the human was about to defend his girlfriend.
"Shut up, jerk! Can we just do this?" the Mew groused.
"It's not my fault you can't act, Kitten."
097. Cold (Severance)
I realized, very early on, that I might have to do questionable things to win my fight. The other girls—excepting Lorne—were good people; I could not afford to be. All my life, I have felt alienated, and then I was suddenly thrust into a leadership position over four other girls.
Three other girls. Lorne was an unknown quantity, and thus entirely unreliable when it came to planning tactics. So I was the one to make the hard choices, when it came to that. That was my burden as leader and it was something Lorne would never be able to match.
098. Sidewalk Killer (The Modern Prometheus)
The human writhed in his grip, but he ignored her weak struggles. Pathetic. In a way, he was surprised that the murder of such a worthless human could aid his master, but he knew in the bedrock of his soul that her death was beautiful and necessary to make the new world.
As she bled out, slit open like a pig, he felt the thrill of his master's influence as it leaked into the world. The London streets curled and twisted strangely around him while the fog formed cacodaemoniac tentacles which embraced the tawny-eyed servant, sharing in their master's joy.
099. Through...
So here she was. Getting squeezed down the esophagus of a giant Chimera Anima. Minto willed herself not to think of exactly what was happening to her, or else she'd probably die of the sheer grossness of it. She screwed her eyes shut and, thanking goodness that her power had formed a cocoon around her and was preventing her from actually touching the Chimera's throat.
Oh, God. She was in a throat.
No, she told herself. Don't even think about that. You will be fine. Minto just hoped the others got her out before she went all the way through.
100. Ending It All
"Jump."
"What?" She gaped at the alien, who stared back at her with level dispassion.
"Jump." He stood between her and freedom, unmoving. The only way around him was the ledge. She couldn't even attack him, for fear she'd lose her balance. She was trapped.
"W-why don't you push me?" she half-screamed, verdant eyes tearing.
"This is something you have to do yourself." His own eyes were carefully blank, and he watched with the air of a scientist observing a rat in a maze. There would be no mercy from him.
She took a step.