Warning: contains torture.
"Hi, Takechi-san. Have you slept well?"
Midori went inside the basement and was glad to see that Otoya was still chained up to the wall. She looked terrible, all bloody, exhausted, so pitiful. Midori couldn't help but think she deserved it. This monster deserved every pain and misery she was about to suffer.
Otoya weakly raised her head and glared at Midori.
"You...crazy bitch. How long...have you let me rotten here?"
"Just a couple of days. I know I said I would come back tomorrow, but I had school. And you know...you totally deserves to rot here, you monster."
"Me, a monster? Then what are you? Kidnapping, sequestration and torturing someone feels monstrous to me," Otoya taunted with a weak smile.
Midori didn't like that. She didn't want to be compared with someone like Otoya. She wanted to believe that they were different. She was convinced that she had nothing to do with Otoya. And she was determined to continue thinking that way.
"Shut up! I'm not like you! You kill people for your own pleasure, you cruelly kill them, you torture them, you abuse them. I'm only doing you the same, for justice. You deserve to experience what you did to your victims!"
"Ah, but you too, you seem to enjoy it. Doing this to me give you pleasure, right?"
Midori suddenly punched Otoya right in the face.
"I said shut up! Don't compare me to you, you monster…!"
"Wow, hitting someone who can't defend herself, talk about justice! It's so brave of you…"
Midori punched her again, and again, until she finally stopped talking. She didn't want to hear her say those things. She didn't enjoy what she was doing, she wasn't like that. She was only doing it for justice, she just liked it because it felt so...righteous. Yes, righteous, not pleasant. She was just doing justice, nothing wrong with that. She wasn't the bad one here.
She kept telling her that until she truly believed it.
Midori looked at Otoya, who had now her face all bloody because of the punches. She handcuffed her before removing the chain and threw her on the ground. Otoya tried to stand up but Midori pinned her on the ground and used another chain, which was fixed on the floor, to chain her. This way, Otoya could only remain on the floor, like trashes like her belong to. The best Otoya managed to do was to get on her knees, which gave a powerful feeling of dominance to Midori. She even smiled to herself, getting intoxicated with this sweet feeling of justice. She clearly liked to see Otoya bloody and in pain.
"Look at you, you're so pitiful. Just like all your victims must have looked before you killed them. How does it feel, Takechi-san? Are you finally feeling what your victims felt? How does it feel to become the victim instead?"
"You...you're right...I'm the victim now...and you're...my tormentor. I'm your victim," Otoya mumbled, sobbing.
Midori froze for a moment. She didn't like what she was feeling right now. Was it...guiltiness? No, it couldn't be! She would never feel that way for a monster. Otoya must be trying to trick her, she was toying with her, like she did with all her victims.
"You're just trying to make me look bad, to make me feel bad. It won't work. With you, there's nothing wrong with being cruel, since you deserve it. It's fine if I like it, because I'm doing it for justice. I'm not like you. You're just a filthy murderer, a torturer, a rapist. People like you deserve to suffer!"
A twisted smile suddenly appeared on Midori's face.
"Hey, are you right or left handed?"
Otoya didn't reply to this. She just continued to look pitiful, with tears in her eyes. It made Midori felt both terrible and powerful, and it was a dangerous mix.
"Giving me the silent treatment uh? Very well. Then I'll assume you're right handed, since the majority of people are."
As she said that, Midori grabbed Otoya's right hand with hers, and used her other hand to grabbed her forefinger. Then, she twisted it until it broke. Otoya let out a cry of pain when her finger was broken, much to Midori's pleasure.
"Do you like to suffer, Takechi-san? Probably not. Yet, you hurt so many people…"
"...Please, stop. It hurt!"
"Uh? Why should I care about how you feel? You didn't bother with your victims, so shut up and suffer!"
Slowly, Midori began to twist Otoya's middle finger, until it finally broke, and she let out a painful cry.
"I'm begging you, stop! I'm sorry, I understand now. What I did was wrong! So please, forgive me!" Otoya said tearfully.
Midori didn't expect to hear those words from Otoya's mouth, but it felt exalting and right. Just like true justice.
"I see that you finally understood. Better late than never. Do you regret what you did, Takechi-san?"
"Yes! So please, stop!"
Midori couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, and brutal and twisted satisfaction. She then grabbed Otoya's ring finger and a cruel smile appeared on her lips.
"No," the green haired girl replied.
And she broke her finger. Otoya cried in pain and fell on the ground. Midori let go of her now injured hand and stood up. She took the time to admire her work. Otoya was curled up, shivering in fear, holding her injured hand while sobbing. Truly a wonderful sight. The monster finally got what she deserved. She had it coming. Midori couldn't help but feel pleasure. She walked around her victim, taking the time to appreciate the result of her work, enjoying every second of it. She then stepped on Otoya's injured hand, which made her groan in pain, while Midori smirked.
"You finally understood how it feels to be a victim. Good. But it's too late for forgiveness now, what you did is simply unforgivable. You deserve to suffer, you deserve to die. And I'll be the one who makes sure of it."
"P-Please, stop, don't kill me .I...I understand...I get it now. It was wrong, I was wrong. Now I know...how if feels to be tortured by a psycho!"
Midori didn't like that last sentences. So she repetitively stepped on Otoya's hand until it broke. The serial killer screamed in pain, before she started crying. Midori sneered, pleased by the pain she inflicted Otoya.
But then, Otoya suddenly stopped crying. Her cries suddenly turned into a giggle, until she finally burst into laughs, much to Midori's confusion.
"What...have you lost your mind, Takechi!?"
Otoya suddenly stopped to laugh and gazed at Midori with a gloomy look and a taunting smile.
"Looks like you're enjoying yourself quite a lot, Midori-chan. How does it feel to be the bad one, to be like the person you loathe so much? Good I presume. Hurting others feel good, right?"
"What are you...where you just pretending!?"
"Please, don't kill me, I'm sorry!" Otoya exclaimed, faking to be afraid, before she laughed again.
Midori angrily kicked Otoya.
"Shut up, stop making of me. I'm really going to kill you!"
"I'm sure you will. After all, just like me, you're a killer. You may not want to admit it, but you're exactly the same as me, Midori-chan. But unlike you, at least I'm honest with what I am, I'm not hiding behind an excuse such as justice. I kill because I like it, which you do too. But you don't want to admit it."
"Shut up! That's not true! I'm nothing like you! Justice isn't just an excuse, it's my reason to…"
"I was begging, and you enjoyed seeing me do it. That's not just justice, you simply enjoyed it. Admit it Midori-chan, what you like is torturing and killing. Justice is just a bonus, your excuse. You're like me, you're as bad as me, and on top of that you're a hypocrite. It makes you worse than me. And you think of yourself as good because you only hurt people like me. Open your eyes, we're the same. Psychopaths…"
That was too much. Midori completely snapped and started to beat up Otoya. When she finally regained her composure, Otoya was inert on the floor. Worried, Midori checked her vitals and was relieved to see that she was still alive.
"Wait...why am I relieved? I just want her to suffer more, that's it!"
Midori dragged the unconscious Otoya to the wall and chained her to it.
"I'll come back later to make you regret what you dared to say. I'm not the same as you!"
Midori then left the basement. Despite her words, she couldn't help but have a doubt. What if Otoya was right about her?
"Takechi-san, how are you feeling today?"
No reply. Midori went into the basement and noticed that Otoya's eyes were closed. But Midori could see that she was still breathing.
"Ah, I see that you're sleeping in. How lazy and rude. And here I took the time to come see you. This place is in the middle of nowhere you know, it's hard to come here."
Still no answer. Worried, Midori approached Otoya to check her. Otoya's lips were dry and she was all sweaty, and seemed to have a fever. She then checked her eyes and head.
"She must have an infection, and maybe a concussion. I must have kicked her on the head…"
Midori then grabbed Otoya's injured hand. The latter let out a pained moan, but her eyes remained closed. Midori stopped and recoiled a little bit.
"Ah, that's not good. She's not even conscious anymore, hurting her in that state just feels...wrong."
Midori sighed. Seemed like the fun was over. Despite the disappointment, she also felt relieved. What Otoya told her really marked her and made her doubt about herself. Now at least she knew it won't happen again.
"I should just put her out of her misery. It's the right thing to do."
Midori pulled out her gun and aimed at Otoya. More specifically, to her head. She just had to pull the trigger and everything will be over. No more Jack the Ripper of the 21st century. Justice will finally be done. All her victims will be avenge, especially...the one that truly mattered to Midori.
"You Takechi-san, you were right. I'm not doing that just for justice. Yes, it's part of my motive, but I have another reason, a more personal one. I don't know if you can hear me, but I still have to say it. You killed someone that I cared about. It wasn't really my friend, but I felt like we could have become friends. I felt like there was something between us. It was the first time I felt like that towards another person. But thanks to you, I'll never know how she felt about me, because you killed her. And now I have nothing left in this world. Only anger, against you, against people like you. All of you monsters, I'll destroy you. I won't stop until you are all dead. Starting with you…"
Midori was ready to shoot. She took a few seconds to calm down, and shot.
The bullet hit the chain, freeing Otoya, who fell on the floor. Midori lowered her gun.
"I can't! Otherwise, she...she would be right about me. I'm not like her. I'm not a monster, I'm not a psychopath. I won't let her play with my mind anymore."
Midori glanced at the unconscious Otoya, with a mix of contempt and pity.
"Try to escape if you can. I doubt it. You'll just rot here like you deserve. I'm not going to waste my time with you anymore, I'm not going to dirty my hand anymore for you. Goodbye Takechi, and please, for everyone's sake and mine, die here."
"I'm not killing her...I'm just letting her die. It's not the same..."
But before she could walk away from the basement, she heard a noise. Footsteps coming. Midori immediately hid behind a furniture.
Shiena entered the basement. She rushed towards Otoya with a worried expression. he seemed really shocked by Otoya's state, concerned, and saddened. She then hardly dragged Otoya out from the basement and disappeared from Midori's sight.
"Why...I thought that I get Shiena-san out of the way! Why did she come to save her!? It doesn't make sense! Why does she care about that monster? How can she love her?! How can someone like Takechi be loved while I...am not...? It isn't fair!"
Full of anger and resentment, a new resolve came into Midori's mind.
"Takechi Otoya...I'll prove to Shiena-san how monstrous you are, how unlike we are. I'll prove that I'm the one who's right, that's I'm the good one. I'm not the bad one, I'm not like you. And then, I'll kill you, and you'll die alone and loveless, like you deserve."
So yeah it's pretty much the same as in the original fic, but with a better insight of Midori's psyché. Let's say Otoya isn't the one who ended up the most wounded after this event.
Next chapter should be a special one about Midori's past. Even if she isn't really a fan favourite, I hope you'll like it and perhaps it'll give you a new perspective on Midori's character. See you next time!