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I want people to look this over before I submit it to a contest on DA.
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It happened as quickly as it begun. In a field of white snow, Susano, the quiet, intimidating, self-proclaimed “samurai”, and 703, the loud-mouthed, mad, even more intimidating “Mad Hatter”, fighting to the death. How it came to be, that’s not the point. The fact is, at that point, not even they knew. All Susano could remember before that point was a very desperate 21, begging him not to go through with this. Not to kill his beloved. But he had to.
And he doesn’t remember why.
He considered stopping this nonsense- right before 703 made a fatal flaw that left her chest fully exposed. Without thinking, the samurai drove his sword through. It wasn’t a perfect blow, but it got the job done. He heard the sickening release of air in her inner coils as he slash right through them. Before he could have even process what just transpired, he heard a small chuckle, and the doll fell in the snow, weak and near-lifeless.
Susano couldn’t believe himself. He stood there, watching over the madden doll’s body. She was still gasping for air, trying to keep a firm grasp of what life she still has. Even now for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what his objective was, or why he had to kill her. But he did it. And he should be rejoicing.
He heard a chuckle from the doll from below. A soft, yet crude chuckle. “Why that look?” 703, her voice barely above a whisper, asked with a small grin crossing her face, “You should be… Be… Well, glad. You just killed one of the most dangerous beings in the Emptiness.” She sharply inhaled and coughed a bit before weakly turning her head to meet his low gaze.
Susano just shook his head, “I also just killed a mate and a mother.” He said with a rather harsh sting to his voice. As much as he hated this women with passion, she still had a mate and a son. Just thinking of it made him feel like dirt.
703 scoffed- well, it would have been a scoff, if she didn’t harshly cough afterward. “Do not ridicule me with what I do not deserve.”
Susano shook his head, “‘Do not deserve’?” He repeated, “What the hell does that mean?” He forced from his throat.
The gray and red stitchpunk turned her head forward, chuckling, “A…. A long time ago, a human… She wore all red, like a machines eye… She smiled at me… A smile I remember as a distant memory… She just looked at me and asked… ’Which do you think is better? To live life as a monster, or to die as a good man?’”
Susano rose his brow, confused, “What?”
703 coughed, “Before… I could even answer her, she looked at me with this dark look that still haunts my dreams…She said, ‘You cannot answer that question now, but when you do, choose to be a monster.’”
The swordsman, still confused, shook his head, “But why…?”
The mad doll smiled, “ Because, If you choose to die… You die. No matter what good you do… you still die.” She said with a rather sharp tone. “But of you choose to live…. You live. As a monster… Granted. But you’ll be alive. And that’s what I’ve done. I’ve lived as a monster.” She turned her head back at the samurai, “And monsters do not deserve mates… Or children.” She finished with a heavy sigh.
The samurai took a step forward, “That’s not… When I left, 21 was begging me not to kill you. On his hands and knees… ”
She shook her head weakly, “Why…. Do you deny it..?” She asked him with a cough, “I don’t deserve him… And I don’t deserve Dante… You.. Called me a monster the day you deemed me a rival… And besides… Do you know what I did… in the past seventy-two hours?” She flashed him one of her cruel, dark smiles.
That’s right…
Now Susano remembered what he came to do… And why. And somehow he still didn’t feel any different. “You…” He muttered.
“Killed.” She finished for him. “I thought I had… lost my touch. Lost my reason for being. I was… scared.” She chuckled. “So I killed. Not just machines- other stitchpunks too. I killed and I killed. Men, women…. And children…” She coughed again, turning her head. Weakly, she placed her hand over the wound in her chest and chuckled.
Susano took another step forward, “Take it easy… We can still…” He didn’t know what he was saying. Less that thirty hours ago he hated this doll with a fiery passion, now he wanted nothing more to help her. He couldn’t handle losing his bitter rival.
“Don’t worry for me…You can‘t save me… You sliced through my air coils… It’s a wonder I’m even alive right now…” And with that she gazed at the warriors sword. “Please… Finish me…” She pleaded, “Down you’re sword on my heart-gear. Please…”
Susano couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was asking him… To kill her. Normally, he would be more than glad. But…
Almost at that moment.. The samurai heard shuffling in the snow. Susano sharply turned his head to the intruder. Right there he say a denim stitchpunk, wide-eyed and gasping for the cold air. When Susano saw who it was, he couldn’t believe it.
21.
The denim doll’s eyes widen when he say 703’s weak body in the snow. “No…” he muttered as he shuffled his way to the mad doll. Finally, when he stumbled to her, he fell to the snow at her feet, choking back his dry sobs. “Why…?” he pleaded to her, “I loved you….” Not being able to hold back, he sobbed right then and there. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. Not ever.
For a while the three were silent, save 21’s sobs. They couldn’t think of what to say. Or what to do. Susano couldn’t kill her, not in front of her mate. 703 broke the silence. “My ax… Please.” Almost on cue, 21 stumbled to his feet and ran to her abandoned ax, hidden in the snow, a small bit away from the one who wield it. 21 carefully scooped up the ax as if he were picking up a child. Taking a moment to observe the memento of his lover, he scurried over to his fallen mate. He tripped- but just as quickly he got up, picked the ax back up and carefully paced over to 703’s side. Choking back several sobs, he carefully place the weapon over the fallen warriors chest.
703 smiled as she grasped her ax with one hand. With the other she weakly placed it on 21’s cheek. “Dante…. Our son… Where..?” She gasped out.
“He’s… safe… He doesn’t know…” 21 spoke up, trembling.
“Good…” She muttered. “Tell him.” She coughed, “I wish for him not to make the same… Mistakes… I have made.” She hesitated to call them that. She never thought that her choices were mistakes. She never regretted any moment. Even now.
21 nodded fiercely, and before even thinking, he kissed her fully on the lips one last time. He didn’t want to see her die without giving her one last kiss. Susano’s heart twisted when he saw that. But other wise he stood quiet. Slowly, 21 parted and 703 chuckled. “Never was able to keep your hands off me…” And finally, she turned to the samurai, “Finish me.”
21 knew this had to happen. He couldn’t stop it, and even if he did, he would get killed too, so he just simply got up, turned, closed his optics and covered his auditory sensors. He would rather die that to see his mate die in front of her.
Susano grasped his sword and took a deep breath. Flipping the blade back-hand, he rose it above his head, his eyes planted on 703’s exposed heart-gear. The mad doll, simply smiled as she awaited her fate and clenched her ax in her hand.
Then with a final cry emitted from the samurai, he thrusted the blade downward through the chest of his formal rival. 21, despite his sensors being cover with all his strength, could hear the sickening shatter of her heart breaking into multiple pieces. At that moment he could feel a part of his soul dying along with 703.
For a while, nothing happened. It seemed like it was an eternity. Susano and 21 both stood like stone over what had just transpired. Finally, Susano drew the blade from her chest, slowly. 21, weak and soul-broken, dropped his hands and turned to face the body of his love.
She looked peaceful. As if every bit of madness she held within her had finally been released. 21 had only seen this look once, and that was when Dante was born. With a sharp inhale of the cold winter air, he collapsed on his knees, sobbing uncontrollably on her body. He sobbed and wept. Mentally he cursed not having tear ducts. He couldn’t even shed a tear over his fallen love.
Susano only turned his head. He felt… so wrong. It was true that he finally killed the one thing that’s been plaguing this barren wasteland for years, but at what cost? Giving a final sigh in the cold empty winter wind, he turned and started for the Sanctuary.
Perhaps One could explain to him why he felt do dirty.
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