The Library
Chapter 10: She'd Write a Manga About It
A/N: I hinted at it last chapter, and this is that chapter. The kicker? I've never actually even attempted to write anything of this sort...well, the sexysexy-time part of it, anyways. Though honestly, after you read this, I wouldn't consider it to be that either...*hem*
Well, no sense stretching this out any longer, go read what sick, twisted thoughts poured out onto the document!
I came to, seeing the hallway retreating into the distance, and feeling a hand gripping onto my collar. My body felt bruised, like I had been beaten, but if I was, I hadn't been present. What the hell happened? My mind is giving me images and sounds, but I hope they were part of a bad dream.
The images are of Tsukasa slaughtering everyone in the library, and the sounds are of her friend Konata telling me it was my fault she did it. After that, there was a sharp pain to the back of my head, and now I'm here. Was that all a bad dream?
I tried looking around, and discovered it was very much reality, no matter how terrible it may be.
My sister was dragging me with one hand, a nasty-looking shotgun in the other. It was being aimed right at my head. Her eyes were also on me. I flinched back the best I could from the look of absolute hatred she pounded into my eyes.
I felt guilt wash over me. It kind of...no, it was my fault that she was like this. My selfish ways while we were children sent her on a path that ended in catastrophe. That means that I'm really the one to blame for all of this.
That made me feel even worse, but I wasn't about to attempt to shirk the blame. If the fact that we're being dragged down the hallways by our necks is any indication, I think I'm about to be killed by Tsukasa.
I'm torn; I know why she would want to do this, but my sentimental side says that our bond as twins will prevent that from happening. I know that's not true; whatever special bond we had was shredded into innumerable pieces when I ruined any feeling of self-worth that she had.
"In here Konata...shut the door and wake that thing up." We were dragged into an empty classroom and my head suddenly impacted with the floor; Tsukasa had let go without warning.
My head throbbed but I didn't have the motivation to sit up and cry out in pain. I sat up slowly until I saw Konata kick Misao in the face, hard.
"Hey what the hell are you doing?" Konata looked at me and spit on my face, causing me to flinch.
"Waking the bitch up; there's not much time to violate your virginity and your mind." I slid into a corner instinctively, wincing at the bruises on my hands and legs.
The blue haired girl advanced on me, but I was jerked to my feet by Tsukasa, who slapped me in the face and put one hand around my neck.
Her voice sounded so happy; too bad it wasn't that way for me.
"Clothes. Take them all off. Now." Her gun was on me, and it was getting hard to breathe, so I took a ragged, unsteady breath, and reached up to untie my handkerchief. She loosened her grip on my neck, allowing me to breathe a little bit more, and I pulled the handkerchief completely off and dropped it on the floor.
"Faster, Kagami, my finger is getting itchy." Tsukasa shook the shotgun being aimed at me, which did help to put things in perspective. I was stripping naked for my twin, who was holding me at gunpoint in a classroom while her friend watched.
I pulled my shirt over my head, feeling the cold air on my stomach, wincing as I watched my sister's eyes be drawn to the pale pink bra. I pretended not to notice, but it was blatantly obvious, what with her face only a meter from mine.
"Well?" Damn, she meant everything. She's just trying to humiliate me, I know it. It's working, too; I can feel my face heating up as I unhooked the clasp behind me, letting it fall as well. The cold nit at my small nipples, making them hard before my eyes.
"My, my, you're quite naughty, sis. Now take everything else off before I plaster that pretty little figure all over the wall." Her smile was not her own, hungry, demanding sustenance. Capable of murder, even.
I took off the skirt, mindful of their gazes. The blunette sat on a desk and just watched, Misao's unconscious form all but forgotten.
I was shivering by this point, but tried to hide it. That was a sign of weakness, and something I couldn't afford.
Ew, Konata just licked her lips while staring at my panties. I think I might be in for some trouble. Please be humiliation and nothing more, oh please, don't be rape, don't be rape...Though, it would be worse if it were a bunch of guys...no, don't rationalize it! Rape is rape, but then again, they could kill me at any point...no, rape really is the lesser of the two evils here. Well, this sucks.
With a sense of finality, I dropped my underwear, and let out a whimper as the cold air rushed into the last refuge my body had.
Here I was, naked as the day I was born, a gun in my face and two sets of eyes scanning my figured. I resisted the temptation to cover myself, instead putting my hands at my sides and standing up straight.
"Alright sis, now be nice and sit on the floor with your back against the wall, next to the door." She gestured with the hand that was not on a trigger, to a specific spot. I nodded rapidly, my hair swishing in my face. I walked over to the indicated spot, feeling the air around me touch every point on my body, and the cold surface of the tiled floor pushing on my feet.
As I turned back to face the two as I sat down, that feeling of foreboding in my stomach grew. Konata was dragging Misao out of the way, and the two had switched weapons; Konata was holding the shotgun, while Tsukasa had the short black rifle in one hand.
With the was I was sitting, she might be able to see...there. I changed how I was sitting, gently placing my butt on the cold floor, my knees bent in front of me, upon which I rested my chin on, looking at my captors.
They were now conversing in low tones across the room, their guns leveled on me. U guess that's what 'under the gun' means...oh shit, I'm probably about to die, and here I am cracking jokes. I think that says something about me...or something. Did I mention that I think I kind of deserve whatever happens next? Because I truly do; I'm most of the reason why she's like this in the first place, and it really hurts to admit that, even in the recesses of my own head.
Well, they're turning back to me with some seriously evil looks. I'm starting to shake, and it's not from the cold, either.
"You ever schlick it, Hiiragi?" The blunette asked as she stepped in between my legs, grabbing my wrist, surprising me.
"Y...Yeah, sometimes..." I looked past her figure in embarrassment. Behind her, Tsukasa had her back to us, the rifle leaning against her shoulder, pointing down. She stood up, revealing an object affixed to the end of the barrel; a short nub, maybe 5cm in length. She turned around, and it was clear that the magazine had been removed, which was odd, and not in the good way, either.
"So naughty, sis. I need to punish you." Well world, it's been nice. Tell Jigsaw I said hi, would ya?
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I saw her eyes go to my gun, and she went limps. Oops. Bitch thinks she's dead. Not yet sis, not yet.
After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, still here, still being held by Konata. She was visibly distressed.
"Just get on with it and kill me; I know you probably want to, if you've come this far." How perceptive, but I think living a long, painful life is better for revenge than a short, quick death. So we're just going to make her life a living hell...standing will be a chore, that's for sure.
"Open her up Konata, it's getting antsy." I waved the gun a bit, as sis seemed to finally catch on to what was about to happen.
"What?! No, that's sick!" She tried to throw Konata off of her, but the shorter girl hit her in the face with the butt of the shotgun, knocking her down and stunning her, allowing Konata to get behind sis and pull her legs apart and keep them there, despite her struggles.
I got on my knees in front of her, smiling ever more as she fought a losing battle with the small blunette.
"Well sis, look on the bright side; at least you won't die a virgin!" With that I leaned forward and slid two fingers into her, gauging her reaction. She was trying very hard not to cry out, biting her lip till it bled. I inserted another finger and began to make small movements in her. I enjoyed how wet it was, be she certainly wasn't. A shame, really.
I rapidly withdrew my fingers and when sis sighed in relief, put them in her open mouth. She instinctively swallowed, taking her juices with her. Her eyes belied surprise, but that wasn't enough.
"Here comes the airplane! Ala hu Akbar!" Without warning, I grabbed the rifle and shoved it deep into her snatch, feeling as it stopped for a split second, before plunging even deeper as her hymen was shredded by the thick rifle barrel. I had mounted a duck-bill suppressor to it while Konata was restraining her; it was for maximum...obtrusiveness, in sis.
Her scream was one of the most blood-curdling things I had ever heard, and blood leaked out all over the barrel and onto the floor. Sis was also digging her nails into her palms until they were bleeding too. It was almost like it hurt. But that's silly!
Her whole body had completely tensed up and her face was on par with that screamer painting that Spanish artist dude did. Picasso, I think?
Uh oh, her blood is getting all over my hand; that's how much was gushing out. She was still screaming too; I'm actually kind of impressed she's held the same note for so long.
After almost a full minute, give or take, she managed to stop screaming and open her eyes, tears flowing freely.
"Y...you're...evil." Her breath came in short, agonized bursts, her attempt at not moving, perhaps. Well, we can't have that!
"No, sis, that's the wrong word for it...I think that you'd say that I'm...twisted." as I said it, I wrenched the rifle sideways, feeling the sharp tip rip through the inner walls, bringing forth a fresh flow of blood. the floor around us was covered in a pool of it by this point.
Her screams of agony were music to my ears; watching her thrash around against Konata was exhilarating, too. Konata was cringing for some reason; maybe she just doesn't have the same finesse in order to enjoy this. No matter, this is purely for my enjoyment.
I waited for sis to stop screaming before I pulled the barrel out, pleased to see a bloody strip of flesh wrapped around the duck-bill. Sis sank to the floor, having been held up by the intrusion. Her legs were spread at 45 degree angles, and her knees were in the air.
I had one more idea for my darling Kagami; something to remember me by, as if this weren't enough already.
I stood up, leaving the rifle by my side. Her head followed me, heavy lidded eyes attempting to block out the no-doubt gargantuan amounts of pain in her core. She's already broken, surely; now I just need to shatter her irreparably. This should be fun.
I lifted my blood-soaked foot and placed it on her knee. I leaned in, looking her in the eyes. She drew back in fear, as she should. Konata still had a grip on her arms, so to draw back, she was putting me out of her field of vision.
I stood up, lifting my foot as high as I could, and with as much force as I could manage, stomped on her knee. The snap was loud and cringe-worthy; I felt the joint crack and break as I drove my foot down into the floor.
Her reaction, however, left much to be desired, however. Sis let out a choked gurgling, spat some blood onto her chest, and coughed a lot. Oh dear, she must be in shock from the pain. How unfortunate.
With her femur jutting from her shattered joint, I repeated the action to her other leg, but she didn't utter a peep. I think I may have really broken her. No use playing with a broken toy, I guess.
I looked at Konata, pointing outside the classroom, into the hallway.
"Drag my sister out there, but make sure to prop her up on simply won't do to have her drown in her own fluids, be it blood, vomit, or otherwise." She got up and worked out the kinks in her legs, before opening the door and dragging the now unmoving form of Kagami out the door. Her leg almost caught on the door, but it was limp, so it went past and vanished out of sight. The trail of blood on the floor made me smile, which is good. Now for the other one.
Turning to Misao, I was mildly surprised to see the dumb cunt sitting in the fetal position, her eyes on me.
"...you going to kill me Hiiragi?" Oh, she is just quaking in fear...I think I might be merciful. Or not.
Konata walked back in, stopping next to me. She spoke in a stony tone, no doubt looking at the brunette bigot as she did so.
"She's out like a light, but her arms are interlocked in the railing. What are we doing to her." I shrugged, unsure of how to execute my plan.
"Truthfully, I wanted to cut her feet off and leave her, but now I'm feeling more like shooting her in the stomach a few times and slicing her cheeks open. You?" Her eyes lit up at the second one, so I moved to my bag to insert a partially used magazine into the bloodied rifle.
"How...how can you discuss my life like that!" She was on her feet now, hands up due to the shotgun in her face. Oddly, she wasn't flinching away from the weapon. It was Konata who answered her, however.
"Because you're an insignificant cunt, that's why. If I were in charge, you'd be dead right now, so count your fucking blessings."
I stepped over to the brunette as I pulled the charging handle on the small rifle. There's a method to my mercy, you know, but I will be long dead before these plans come to fruition.
"Well, Kagami was just so much fun, and I'm seeing now that slow and painful is much better than just killing someone, so I'll be civil. Here's the deal. You go out into the hallway and rip out Kagami's jugular with your teeth, and we'll let you walk, scot-free." Her look of disgust and horror quickly dismissed that idea.
"Alright, I get it, you're playing the hero. You have two options, and both of them involve you getting shot. However, after the deed is done, we'll leave and attempt to harm you no more.
First option: you open your mouth as wide as possible, and I shoot you in the cheek, missing your jaw bones, but shredding the muscle in your cheeks. That is very survivable, but also excruciating painful.
Second option: I shoot you in the stomach three times and in each foot twice." you could see the small cogs in her itty-bitty brain slowly grinding against the weight of the problem. Konata looked at me with a look that said 'there's no way you just did that', but in a good way.
After about 30 seconds, the verdict was out. She looked at me, her fang biting her lip.
"You drive a hard bargain Hiiragi. First option, because I'll still be able to run track with a hole in my face..."
"Two holes." I corrected her gleefully.
"...Yeah...well, let's get this over with, I guess. You'll leave me alone after this?" Her eyes were dead to the world. I couldn't lie to those eyes.
"Yeah, we'll be going downstairs to the main building...We killed Ayano, you know." She looked away, a single tear in her eye.
"I figured as much." She opened her mouth and pointed at it. smart girl; no pain, no gain. I also don't think that the second option I gave her was actually survivable, either. Good thing there was a SAW marathon on last week!
I walked beside her and lifted the barrel to press against the cheek of her. To add to the odd civility of all of it, I leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Thank you." With that, I pulled the trigger and she dropped to the floor, screaming and crying and holding her mangled mouth.
"come on Konata, we're going to go see the gas victims. A last rite, I guess." She nodded, grabbing her bag and stepping out of the room, leaving bloody footprints behind.
I closed the door behind me, which did little to muffle the sounds of Misao's torment. This time, my smile didn't reach so far.
At least I won't be feeling for too much longer.
A/N: There you have it; took a bit longer to write and get to a computer to upload it than I thought it would. Tsukasa is really starting to get sick of the whole 'living' thing...I wonder how she's going to kick the bucket. Suicide is too simple for her.
Sorry for the late update, but it looks like it'll be upwards of a week for each update now, due to my current schedule.
In other news, I'm starting to maneuver things in the story to allow for a sequel if I really want to.
Leave a review, I'd really appreciate it!