Series: Evillious Chronicles
Fanfiction: Sui
Author: zealousrebelmaker (because all famous gamers have the suckiest usernames)
Pairing: Prim Rogzé / Anne Sui (not Swee, because it will destroy the definition)
Warning: Yandere themes, blood, gore, unsettling elements
Sui [swee]:
adjective, Latin
1. of his, her, its, or their own kind; unique
Chapter 4
(WARNING: INSANITY, GORE AND VIOLENCE MENTIONS.)
Prim
(3:30 PM, school rooftop)
I walk up to the rooftop.
Arth shouldn't make me do this, in my opinion. If he thinks rooftop meetings are romantic or mysterious, he's wrong. It just makes me tired climbing these flights of stairs, and it's very annoying. But I can't help but think about how Anne reacted when I left just now.
Her smile was fake.
Fake.
Fake fake fake fake. Fake fake fake.
Anne's acting. She was acting just now. I can tell how Anne usually smiles, and I didn't like that smile. Anne's pained. I want to go back, but I tell myself that what I'm doing right now is for Anne.
It's for Anne.
Everything I do is for Anne.
Everything I do is to keep Anne safe, happy, pure and alive.
But when I go to the rooftop, I don't see Arth. In fact, I only see one person. I squint and see that it's just one of those nameless classmates of mine who has a shameless fixation on Arth, and when she turns to see me, she twists her disgusting, insignificant mouth into a smirk.
"Prim Rogzé," she says confidently.
I say nothing.
She saunters over to me, with her loafers making sickening stepping noises on the rooftop floor. "You know, I didn't expect you to fall for Arth Lucifen d'Autriche just like the rest. I thought you were too high and mighty for that, but it seems that the great Prim Rogzé too has her weaknesses, right?"
I smile. "So you saw that I was interested."
"I don't like that, Rogzé," the girl hisses.
"You don't have to worry so much," I laugh. "I'm not really interested in Arth."
"LIAR! You were playing hard-to-get, weren't you?! So that Arth will notice you! Well, too bad, Rogzé, because he's going to notice me!"
And she procures a...oh, what's that?
How cute.
A box cutter.
A fairly sharp one too.
"You know, I don't like people talking to Arth," she says between broken laughs. "Especially if it's stuck-up bitches like you."
"Pardon me, I didn't even start any conversations," I say coolly, keeping my smile even though she's advancing forward. "Arth talks to me. He likes talking to me." Despite the threat before me, I fuel the fire, and it's so silly.
She's missing the entire point.
"What...did you say?" she glares.
I calmly saunter over to her, even though she's holding the sharp object. "Has Arth ever tried to talk to you? No? Oh, so sad. What a pity. It's no wonder that you're so desperate. Don't worry, I'll tell Arth to talk to you, alright? You don't have to be so-"
She raises the box cutter and stabs my shoulder.
"I'll...I'll KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU, PRIM ROGZÉ! RIGHT NOW!"
What a bitch. What a gullible, stupid...
...oh, it hurts. My shoulder's bleeding, and she's raising the box cutter again, and she just doesn't realise that we're not the only ones in school.
Band practice does finish late, after all.
"Someone!" I scream, and-
-ah...I took another stab. It's the same shoulder...my god, it hurts, but...
...I keep the box cutter embedded in that bleeding flesh.
"What-" the bitch manages, but I scream louder.
"SOMEONE! HELP! PLEASE, ANYBODY!"
Footsteps. Excellent. I take the box cutter out of my bleeding shoulder, and the blood just drips, and drips, and I ram it in again and again, and there's so so so much blood, and that bitch's looking so horrified and someone's coming very soon and I take her hands...
"S-Stay a-awa-NO!"
...and I make them touch the blood, the sticky blood from my shoulder...oh, it hurts so much, but Anne...
"Y-You're insane!"
Anne. Anne, Anne...Oh, the thought of you, Anne, makes the pain so much less...
"Stop it!"
And I drop her hands, and scream.
"HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE, STOP-!"
A door slams open, and I look up, looking as pained as I can possibly be, and I slump to the floor and close my eyes.
My work for the day is done.
Three hours later, I'm relatively fine, and in hospital. I painstakingly type out what I promised Anne: a guide about me. Fifteen thousand words and I compress it into a nice PDF, and I send it to her email, and I relax.
It was unexpected, but pleasantly so. I received a text from Mikina half an hour ago that the poor girl was too traumatized to even answer to the police, and the girls who helped me jumped to conclusions too quickly. Said that they thought that she was the one who killed Genesia in a frenzy, and when the police came back to interrogate her, she bashed her own head with the chair that she sat on, hurled herself against the wall, and is now in intensive care.
I deleted it, and smiled.
But Anne didn't call.
I suppose Anne doesn't know that I'm in here, and it's best if she doesn't. I don't want her to worry so much.
I don't think that I successfully framed a student for the murder of Genesia, but I should think that I can use her. I know just the thing that can make her forget whatever happened, and from there I can slowly manipulate her to do my bidding.
I lean into my pillow, and sigh.
I don't expect anyone to visit me, but someone does, and it's surprisingly Arth Lucifen d'Autriche himself. He looks so worried- what a knight, and he goes up to my hospital bed and asks me the first question that any sane person would ask:
"Prim! Are you alright?"
I almost wished it was Anne who visited.
"I'm alright," I smile. "How...How is that girl? Is she alright?" Of course, I have to pretend to be concerned about the bitch.
Arth, surprisingly, takes my hand in his- please let go- and looks at me as if he has some secret that he wants me to keep for life. "It's my fault. I'm sorry. Prim...Prim, from now on, I'll watch over you, alright? I won't let anything like this happen to you again."
...
...What a stroke of luck!
"What...Arth, you can't put yourself-" I manage, but he stops me.
"Prim, let's...Let's go out. I didn't have the guts to ask you out, so I ended up going to Anne, because you're close to Anne, aren't you? And..."
Oh, you sweet liar. You only went to Anne because you too really liked Anne. You're just saying this out of obligation.
"Arth," I say, lowering my eyes, "...you don't have to do this."
He catches on.
"...But won't people get suspicious if I just want to keep you from danger?" Arth says, finally showing his truthful chivalry.
"Can't a boy and a girl hang out without dating?" I smile impishly.
We laugh. We both laugh. I seem so disgustingly natural when I act, and it almost sickens me to the point where I almost want to hurl. It's not the same, laughing with Arth. When I laugh with Anne, I'm truly myself.
And when he leaves, I lean into the pain that I inflicted on myself, and I smile.
Oh, Anne.
This is for you.
All that I am is for you.
Anne visits me the next afternoon, clad in her school uniform, and the first thing she does is to throw her arms around me and cry.
This is the first time that I've been so close to Anne physically, and I hug her back, telling her that I'm alright, that there's nothing to worry about, and that she shouldn't be so emotional over something so stupid. Anne refuses to listen, as she always does, and she apologises between tears.
To keep Anne like this with me forever...
...ah...
...but it's not over yet.