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Black Ops Werethings - quick ficlet-thing
And for a brief break amongst tripletsverse...
The origin of Lin Xiang and Dian Keller's hate-on for each other.
The treatment doesn't have a lot of selling points. (Unless you're suicidal in a 'take you all down to hell with me' way, that is, in which case it's as difficult as selling gasoline to a pyromaniac.)
First there's "Now you can go toe to toe with the bastards. Mind, we're not promising you'll win even so, but have fun with your fair chance."
Second there's "Congrats, you're immune to mind rape."
Almost makes up for the inevitable descent into psychotic craziness and blind violence and death... Until you find out -- the hard way -- that "immune" almost invariably means "because it triggers the descent".
There's something alien already lairing in your brain, and it doesn't give a fuck if it destroys its host to keep the other out. It's too crazy to notice or care.
You don't care either, you want it out, you want them both out, out out out you'd rather die, it's rape of the most obscene kind. You knew from the start that saying yes to the treatment would lead to this end, and it's a form of insanity to do something that you know for sure will annihilate your chances of survival, and you don't care, you barely remember what you were saying yes to. You're saying no.
When you were fighting your way in, the alien thing was almost happy, and it weirded you the fuck out -- it was louder than ever. It wasn't doing much, though. Just watching. Just purring. Clawing at those greedy fingers trying to get a hold in your brain. Making you love the hot sprays of blood, making you all calm and curious as you kill, and that's not you, you're not like that, it's just clean sharp hate you have, you're not a sadist.
You were so busy going "it's not me" that you fumbled it, and now you're caught, pinned down and trapped and you wouldn't give a shit -- everyone has to die at some point and ten of them for one of you, that sounds just fine for the piper's fee -- except they didn't kill you.
They're not killing you.
They're making you insane, making the alien thing more insane than it already was, trying to pry it out, pry you open.
Turns out maybe you're a sadist after all, because when you break open you laugh.
Soon enough they can't hold you down on the floor anymore. Your bones break in their hands, twist out of their hold. Everything breaks apart, and breaks back together and it hurts until you're blind, but it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter because everything you can touch around you, everything is the same.
It's food.
You're hungry.
--
"There's intel you've got that we need," she says, and "I'm sorry, Brian. You're talking. You'll recover."
The only thing you say amongst the laughter is "please let me die."
When he nods and lifts his gun, and pretends not to hear her yell no, you almost manage a smile.
The origin of Lin Xiang and Dian Keller's hate-on for each other.
The treatment doesn't have a lot of selling points. (Unless you're suicidal in a 'take you all down to hell with me' way, that is, in which case it's as difficult as selling gasoline to a pyromaniac.)
First there's "Now you can go toe to toe with the bastards. Mind, we're not promising you'll win even so, but have fun with your fair chance."
Second there's "Congrats, you're immune to mind rape."
Almost makes up for the inevitable descent into psychotic craziness and blind violence and death... Until you find out -- the hard way -- that "immune" almost invariably means "because it triggers the descent".
There's something alien already lairing in your brain, and it doesn't give a fuck if it destroys its host to keep the other out. It's too crazy to notice or care.
You don't care either, you want it out, you want them both out, out out out you'd rather die, it's rape of the most obscene kind. You knew from the start that saying yes to the treatment would lead to this end, and it's a form of insanity to do something that you know for sure will annihilate your chances of survival, and you don't care, you barely remember what you were saying yes to. You're saying no.
When you were fighting your way in, the alien thing was almost happy, and it weirded you the fuck out -- it was louder than ever. It wasn't doing much, though. Just watching. Just purring. Clawing at those greedy fingers trying to get a hold in your brain. Making you love the hot sprays of blood, making you all calm and curious as you kill, and that's not you, you're not like that, it's just clean sharp hate you have, you're not a sadist.
You were so busy going "it's not me" that you fumbled it, and now you're caught, pinned down and trapped and you wouldn't give a shit -- everyone has to die at some point and ten of them for one of you, that sounds just fine for the piper's fee -- except they didn't kill you.
They're not killing you.
They're making you insane, making the alien thing more insane than it already was, trying to pry it out, pry you open.
Turns out maybe you're a sadist after all, because when you break open you laugh.
Soon enough they can't hold you down on the floor anymore. Your bones break in their hands, twist out of their hold. Everything breaks apart, and breaks back together and it hurts until you're blind, but it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter because everything you can touch around you, everything is the same.
It's food.
You're hungry.
--
"There's intel you've got that we need," she says, and "I'm sorry, Brian. You're talking. You'll recover."
The only thing you say amongst the laughter is "please let me die."
When he nods and lifts his gun, and pretends not to hear her yell no, you almost manage a smile.
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*petpet* i'll go back to this ofic when i'm done getting the triplets thing out of my head, it's taking up all the space at the moment.
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And you know the best part? Both Lin Xiang and Dian Keller (I presume they are the "she" and "he" in the last section) have a point -- they need the intel, and it was a mercy killing -- so it's exactly the opposite of a manufactured fake disagreement.
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Yes, that's them, and BWEE, so glad you think it works. ^o^ It was only the first step, too, they kept clashing after that, so... ouch.