Twisted and helpless in this brine
Whisper around the vines that climb
I wilt to you, my darling God
To this earth I saved once, I sob
Savior to us all, what have I done?
For I was born my daughter's son
Blooded Butterfly Wings
Part 2
Tears for the Devil
She had once loved the moonlight. But it hadn't been laced and striped with iron shadows. The pale face in the sky, surrounded by a crown of blue.
Almost like Rei, if she would close her eyes sometimes. She hardly did that anymore. So, the moon had been like Rei, if her eyes had been pulled out of her head.
She wondered if the moon looked at Rei, and thought the same thing, and watched her as she slept, watching the girl's form in its own image.
However, it was hours until darkness now.
It was barely afternoon.
David had taken the book from her again.
What will we do with the boy?
She'd forgotten again.
She'd forgotten what she'd forgotten.
Against the walls, she didn't dare to care or cry. They would remind her if it was important enough. The days were lashing away at her spine with simple injustice. She could not collapse. They would pull her up and shove vitamins in her throat in order to keep her alive for the moment, though they didn't always feed her. The Bible was more important than painful stomachs empty, yet ready to heave when they beat her.
The rats.
The rats came with the moonlight.
They were her only salvation in Hell.
They squeaked when she petted them, and she spoke to them, in her own way.
Instant.
Misato always ate instant food.
She remembered. But who was Misato? She didn't know. They were all a single blur behind her eyes again. She remembered him, though. She knew her, though. Two faces struck her back into the past over and over again.
What will we do with the boy?
She had been put in the closet again.
She had been a naughty girl again.
The coats smelled like mothballs here.
Where was Kaji?
She had hoped in the darkness that she would hear his familiar rustle along the wall, the swish of his tail and then his head poking out with his tiny black eyes staring at her from the hole. It may not have been the same mouse, but she called them all Kaji just the same.
Her hair was getting longer. It was itching along her back as it simply lay there on her head, matted, tangled and greasy. She wanted to cut it all off, or pull it all out. She remembered the way she could fling it over her shoulders, and it shone copper in the sun.
The sun.
A thing of the past.
The sun never told time anymore. It tried as hard as it could to break through the windows, but David had painted them black when she would stare at the outside world, at the birds building nests and flying away from here. Now, all the light could do was produce a grey where the paint hadn't been spread so thick.
David had recommended it to Miss Vicky.
She hated Miss Vicky.
Miss Vicky was the one who had pulled the trigger. She was the one who was cold behind those eyes like all the spring meadows the girl hadn't seen in so very long. She had turned the world into a Hell, flames and all, for Miss Vicky had burned her hands to drive out the devil in her mouth. If that hadn't worked, she would've cut out her tongue. She said that in her ears, whispered it with all the cold of winters in Russia.
She still had her tongue, no matter how unused it remained in her mouth.
The closet was the best place. She didn't have to stay with David and his staring black eyes. He would rub his hand along his beard. That was an ominous sign when they both knew they would be alone for hours. She didn't even fight it anymore, for she knew he would just break her arm again.
Her hands supported her from falling on the floor and making a deadly noise.
She reached out to the floor, to find the same crack in the floor she had traced months and days before she had died.
Her fingers found something foreign along the line.
Soft as down, and hard as well, cold with tracings of metal.
She picked it up, rubbing blind fingers over the thing.
She found the whiskers first, and the tail along with the soft furred body.
Then she traced the metal along, and found it had placed itself on the neck. A liquid that hadn't been chilled before was cold now, and it dribbled down from the mouth of the tiny creature.
Kaji.
Kaji was dead now.
Oh, how she could not weep.
She fought the inhuman strength as it pulled on her throat. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth in order to suffocate the urge to do this. Doing this would kill her, but she had lost the only one that understood to some contraption that either David or Miss Vicky had left in the closet. She could not even cry silently, for they would see the distinct clean lines along her dirty face. She could not risk that, even to mourn her loss.
She closed her eyes and rested her face against her knees. She had memorized the splatter pattern by her heart. She touched it again.
She wondered if Kaji's eyes had widened as his had. She wondered if it was instant, and painless, unlike his had been. That night's abduction was something distant in her brain, only able to grasp with tiny hands. She didn't ever want to see it flash by again while she slept or while she washed her hands.
"You must go with us now."
"What will I do with the boy?"
"All of the sinners are here.""What will I do with the boy?"
"The sinners are here."
"…the boy…"
"Where is the woman?"
"…unable…"
"The girls will be useful to our purpose."
"What will I do with the boy?"
"Kill him, of course."
SHINJI!!
Her eyes snapped open at the movement outside the door. Someone was approaching.
It opened.
David's hulking form was there, like the hulking form of the Beast with crimson skin, with the soulless eyes and unmoving mouth.
Briefly, she realized she had become the doll with which she had once killed God's Art.
He looked at her, then glanced at the dead body of Kaji for a moment. A smile drifted over his lips when he saw the mouse was broken. His gaze returned to her.
"Time for Red-Trash to go to sleep," he said in a rough voice, and then he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the closet.
As he threw the filthy mattress on the floor for her to sleep on, she looked at the windows.
She continued to stare as he began to untie the dress with his large, clumsy hands. She kept her eyes on them as her naked flesh met the air.
They were all black this time.
No hope could shine through at this hour.
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