catharsis. [ scarlett ]
Jun 10, 2017 4:35:34 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jun 10, 2017 4:35:34 GMT -5
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And the cacophony begins, composed by irony and preluded with her blinding arrogance.- "Goodbye, Asriel.""Kill him!" she shrieks at Shelby, pain shooting through her limbs like wildfire. The distance between herself and the dying boy is too great, but her eyes stay locked on target and a weapon in her hand.A painless death ready in her fingertips and she aims to kill-Clatter on the mansion floor, her knife lies in the echo of a gasp and a cry of pain. Asriel's knife exits as it had entered - quick, sharp, silent.Clean across her throat.Panic consumes her. Wide eyes that could swallow the world whole, her throat gushes - hot blood down her chest.She sees all those wicked men before her: silver exiting their flesh, a smirk on her lips, a heartless girl in their wake. Night after night, life after life, reprised excerpts of her wickedness. Irony clutches her mangled throat and spits in her face the souls of all those she stole from life and handed to death with no shame.(It wasn't supposed to be like this.)Nothing makes sense as air fills up her throat and skull and threatens to explode. She finds herself falling, hands reaching desperately to close the gash inflicted across her windpipe, slipping in the pools of her own gushing blood. The lost boys run away - cowards - and as her knees clatter to the ground she finds familiar hands in her hair, underneath her arms, joining hers at her throat.So this is death.
She loathes it, but suffering isn't a stranger to her. In her final moments it greets her like a friend and laughs - the sound reminds her of Lazarus.
Vulnerable, life slips from her lungs and her ribs collapse inwards, words and screams nothing but gargles. All she can focus on is the searing fire in her chest, the way her eyes blur and scream, the edges of her vision a vignette of death, her mother's eyes and their dead, disappointed stare, not saying a word.
She won't go down like that monster.
So she turns, life slipping away from her grip, Shelby clinging to her as if she were the one dying and Scarlett was life. (Oh child, something in her sings underneath the screaming, she is death - let her become it.) Through trembling lips and desperate gargles and agony, a last request falls from her silver tongue.(Kill my mother-)"Look at me..."Tearful, darling Shelby. Living, fighting, without arrogance or hatred in her heart. She is a sweet relief, silence in the chaos, a final sigh at the end.
An epilogue, light flickering away, the dying girl ends on a question.
There's something foreign in Shelby's eyes and Scarlett doesn't quite understand it, a last shrill note before the symphony ends.It's not lust.It's not desire.She thinks, for a second, that it might be lov-(Canon fire.)