Theme: An Alternate Universe
Characters: Saya, Diva
Warnings: Violence, AU
It was sweet agony, being locked in the tower with her sister.
Biology is not a simple thing to overcome, and Saya and Diva were poisonous to each other. They sat on opposite sides of the room, and slept with one eye open. They didn't need Joel with his beakers and test tubes to tell them that they were a danger to each other.
But there was sweetness too. Being the only two constants in the room that was their world they spoke, sometimes, and though she never said as much Saya liked it when Diva would sing with her sad, lilting voice. They never deluded themselves though. We can only feel what we know, and neither girl had ever been loved.
"Diva," Saya said, croakily. She was slumped in a corner, and when her jaw moved the thick band of blood dried to the side of her face came off in coppery flakes. "I am going to leave here."
Diva laughed. Her chest jerked with her chuckles, and her scars stretched.
"We are poisonous to each other. But we are poisonous to them, too."
Diva didn't say anything – it's not like they were allies – but they were in agreement. There was nothing for them out there, but there was likewise nothing for them in here, and this way they could escape each other. Between the two of them it didn't take long to bite out the throat of the unsuspecting medical attendant, and from there to slaughter their way through the mansion, setting everything ablaze. They didn't know anything and this is what saved them, because that they were a predator was simple biology, and humans were meat and meat was for eating. We can only feel what we know, and neither girl had ever been shown mercy. Joel didn't even have time to scream.
They stared at each other through the flames, naked, bleeding, wary, eyes aglow. They were in a truce, for now, but forever was a long time and there would be other encounters. They would go their own ways, make their own lives, learn from their own experiences and when they came together again only one would walk away.
Some things are just fate.
Word Count: 369