Until the Darkness Dies
Act - 2: Suicide
Chika ni moguri ana wo hori tsudzuketa
Doko ni tsudzuku ana ka wa shirazuni
Tsuchi ni nureta suko-pu wo katate ni
Kimi no ude wo sagasite ita
Tsugihagi no shiawase wo yoseatsume makinagara
Kimi no tsuyosa ni ositsubusareteta
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Something wasn't right that morning when Ralph awoke. Something horrible was awaiting him. Something dreadful. He layed in bed awhile longer trying to place his finger on what was wrong but failed. Ralph was your normal orphan in every way except mentaly and in terms of luck. He had shoulder length black hair with streaks of blue, green, and red scattered about. His eyes were an unuasally dark black, and he was was pale. He fancied his hair up in a ponytail with a long, red ribbon hanging from it, a red jacket with an interesting flame design on it, white pants, and red boots. It was odd though how he wore black lipstick and had drawn a long black line over his left eye, but no one was going to complain about it to him. No one who was smart or had any desire to live anyway. Ralph had odd obsession with scissors. Or any form of sharp object as a matter of fact. He loved to torture anything that could bleed.
His twin sister, Jemima, was about the same. She almost acted as an opposite to him though. She to had long black hair, minus the other colors, but she chose to wear it in pigtails that formed loops.(After an incident with a blade, however, one of her loops had been sliced in two so she wasn't to fond of taking her hair down because one side of her head, as you could imagine, looked awfully silly.) Her eyes were dark, and her skin paler than his. Jemima wore a fancy oriental style shirt, with a short red skirt, blue high-heels. The black line was drawn across her opposite eye and the ribbon that occupied her hair was blue. Her love for blades and torture were the same as her brother's. Only she didn't share her brother's luck trait and had a number of scars all over her fragile body.
Both Ralph and Jemima had been adopted by the mighty Lord Burroughs and his wife, Natalya. It was to the twins understanding that they'd once had a sister, but she'd died in an unfortunate accident. Not much was ever spoken about her, so Ralph and Jemima decided it was for the best to not ask.
Ralph took it as his duty to make sure Jemima didn't cause to much trouble around the castle, by herself anyways. He usually awoke to her looming over him, impatiently tapping her foot waiting for him wake up, but she had not performed this little stunt today so she was probably finding other uses for her morning. Thus he began his long search for Jemima on the expansive castle grounds. The first place that came to mind was the twin's beloved torture chamber that their beloved "father" had made just for them. Ralph wandered down the secret passages until he arrived at the horrible room, and found it unoccupied. Odd. He tried the kitchen, since Jemima was highly impatient and had to large of an appitite to sit at the table all day and wait for her meals to served. No luck again. Odd. Ralph searched a number of other places before deciding to check the library. The twins both enjoyed reading, usually torture books, but Jemima was always to fidgety to stay seated for too long. It was one of the last places he could think of however. He walked down several stairways, and down many long corridors, before arriving at library's main door. He cracked the door open only a bit. If Jemima was seated for longer than 5 seconds he wanted to see it for himself. Even the tiniest of sounds would get her on her feet and alert so he had to be careful. Ralph looked through the door and was slightly surprised. Jemima was in fact seated in a large, green chair reading a book. Legs crossed and foot tapping quickly in the air of course. But she didn't have a bored look, and her foot wasn't tapping because she wanted to hurry up and get to the next chapter as usual. Jemima looked rather shocked at what she was reading, and her foot was probably waving about because she was under some form of suspense, and most people tend to get jumpy when something big is about to happen. Not the kind of reaction you get from reading a book about decapitating people. Ralph began to creep into the room but the door made a loud, creaky sound. He cursed under his breath at the door as Jemima hopped to her feet, stiff, nervous, and holding the book close to her chest. He tilted his head slightly at her, "Jemima? Are you all right?"
"Fine!" His sister replied almost to quickly. She was nervous, and he could tell easier than anyone. She bit her bottom lip and began to get rather fidgety, which ment she wanted to get AWAY. Ralph looked at the book, "What were you reading, sister?"
"Uh...um...I uh..." She took a couple steps back from him. Now he was sure that his sister was scared out of her witts. What was in the book?
"Let me see it." He hold out his hand, slightly impatient. Jemima was so hard to get through to when she was scared. She flipped the book over to reveal it's cover, "See?" The word 'Diary' could be faintly seen across the books fading frame. Ralph's eye's got slightly wide, "Jemima! Where did you get that? Whose is it?"
"I found it! Honest!" She pointed to one of the bookshelves in the far corner, "It was over there!"
"It's OK, I believe you. Now who's is it?"
"It's.....It's...It's...I gotta go now!" Jemima dashed past her brother, who called out for her to stop but she ignored him. Ralph decided to let her run, she clearly was in no mood to talk about she'd learned. He only hoped it wouldn't get her into trouble...
The next few days were silent ones. Ralph was begining to worry for his sister, she'd become quiet and secluded. He still didn't know what she'd read that day but it'd obviously taken a toll on her. Whenever he tried to ask her what had happened she'd either run away or say it was nothing. He'd eventually consulted his "mother" on the subject, leaving out the part about the Diary. Natalya told him it was just a phase and that Jemima would be over it soon enough. But as the days progressed Jemima wasn't getting better at all, if nothing else she was getting worse. Ralph took notice that she retreated to the highest tower more often than usual. Jemima would always play there as a little girl, or use it as a retreat. Ralph had told himself that he would respect this and leave her be whenever she went up there, but that was becoming to often. He continued to get an eerie feeling that he just couldn't shake. Something was going to go horribably wrong, but he couldn't tell what. It wasn't until he was awoken by his "mother's" screams and sobs that he realized that his feelings were correct.
It was in the middle of the night when he herd her scream. He yawned and sat up in bed, confused. Ralph managed to get his robe on before stepping into the hallway in seeing his "father" go past. He yawned again and followed after. When they both found Natalya, she was crying harder than either had ever seen and several servents were trying to calm her down, but most looked ready to be sick. Darcy ran to her side, "Natalya darling, what has happened?"
Natalya pointed a shaky finger out the open front doors of the castle. What Ralph saw brought him more horror than anything ever before. There before them layed Jemima's disfigured body, face down. Her neck had been twisted and all her bones were broken.
"Jemima has commited suicide!" Natalya managed to choke out through her sobs. Darcy tried to comfort her while Ralph stared at the dead body of his sister.
She'd jumped from the tower.
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Deep undeground, I kept digging a hole
Without knowing where it would lead
With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand
I searched for your arm
Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sowing it,
I was crushed by your strength
Clock Tower 3 and all its chara are (C) Capcom
Chou("Butterfly") is property of Fatal Frame 2 which is (C) Tecmo
This fic and it's plot is (C) KID (Me)