Cacophony
By Nez
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R for some gore and sexuality
Notes: This takes place after Mai's been trapped in the Shadow Realm. Everyone, I'd like you to meet Crazy!Mai. ^_^
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You would think she wouldn't be able to hear them from here but
their laughter still tugs at her chest and fills her throat with tightened fire
and even though she can't
see them
(or anything, really)
anymore, their giddy shrieks still anchor her
to the knowledge that they've
never needed her.
Sandsandsandsand
you would think she wouldn't be able to breathe wouldn't you? But
Mai can breathe just fine even though
there is sand burning in her eyesthroatearsskin
and everything is darkdarkdark
and where is she again? she can't quite remember
only dead lavender and gold and ice and fire blotch and merge in
what she thinks is memory.
Marik? Golden-fury-melted-Egypt-smoked-God? Perhaps.
They are still laughing.
Block it out, block it out
Mai may be losing her mind
but she still can feel a stab of irritation
(irritation fire anger itch hate you back off)
over the fact that the sand must be ruining her
new soft white leather Versace boots.
She supposes this means she is still
at least half sane
laugh laugh laugh keep laughing! She can still hear you you know! even
though the sand is pressing stifling heavy lead
(don't crush me)
and weighs raw-harsh-grating against her skin: she can hear you!
SAND
pressure building on her head
her neck hurts but if she moves the sand will
shift crumble slide scratch CHOKE.
So she freezes- stays still
STOP LAUGHING!!
....
Foot
Steps?
Click click echoing click through thick inky black...
did...
did you come for Mai?
Coming
closer
(who are you...?)
It is quiet now where did you go? I'm trapped in here, over here, can't you see??
please helphelphelp
she doesn't usually do this you know, ask for help-
she doesn't usually beg and plead and quiver and sweat
until her sand-filled throat is dry and her mascara runs like
ebony river thick blood.
(GET ME OUT)
then-
shatter SPLINTER BREAK WORLD COLLAPSING
pressure GONE
glass GONE
sand GOING
flooding thick grainy streams through her hairlashesshoulders gaspingchest
pooling with a hissing shadow-soft rush around
her forever-ruined white Versace boots.
But she can't see.
There is sand stabbing her eyes and she trembles winces blinks it away
and sparks flood her dazed swimming eyes
but the dark is still thick enough to swallow her whole.
She shakily scrambles onto feet she can't see balancing on a floor that isn't there
and straightens an invisible skirt that is
riding roughly up icy goosebump-ridden thighs.
Her boots are crunching in the sand and she is
shaking back her hair and scrambling for her Proud Face
even though there's no one here to see it...
(...right?)
no... no... someone here...
Hey! I know you're there- can't you just come out so I can thank you? I- I really owe you one, whoever you are...
she brushes grit from the side of her mouth with a trembling hand and
waits for a reply even though
she's not exactly sure if she actually spoke at all.
The dark breathes into life around her.
She doesn't think she's merely imagining
the sudden slow warm steady heartbeat pulse throbbing in the ground
or the sudden contracting thickness of the air
or the harsh heated silent breaths steadily
rustling the hair at the nape of her neck.
(Come out already where are you where am I what's going on?!)
Tense muscles stiffen coil tighten and her
heartbeat echoes in her throat and
there is sweat beading trickling sliding hotly down her face and
the silence is louder than
neon-flashing Tokyo nights could ever be.
Then-
Enjoying your tour of the Shadow Realm, my dear?
THAT VOICE
YOU.
There is malice? hate? bravado? fear? in the unseen violetlasered choked glare
she sweeps wildly through the dark
as she curls shrinks snaps into herself back AWAY.
Where are you, you sadistic bastard?! What have you done to me?? If-if you think you can intimidate me with your stupid magic tricks then you
then you
HANDS
Molded invisible solid hand-shaped touch
rough hot grating fingers trailing heavily down her neck
and pressing searchingly into her collarbone
and digging painfully into a shaking coiled shoulder.
You're so tense, my dear.
Stop CALLING me that GET OFF GET OFF
The wild emptiness of cool Egyptian moonlight and
icy night-drenched sands breathes into her face and
she can FEEL if not see dark lips curling into a smirk
and leaning closer
his breath flowing hot and deadly over the
fear-pricked flesh of her tense-muscle-corded neck
You aren't in control now, my princess. This is my world. These are my rules.
With a hand tangling into gritty sand dusted coils of warm thick curling hair and
calloused fingers digging roughly into her scalp and
thickened nails sending blind flashes of sharp pain through the base of her skull
he yanks her head back and his slow poisoned breath drifts close and heavy
in moist thick clouds over her face.
(Get away get away get away can't move)
Her heart jerks wildly and slams into her ribcage and
her breathing hitches harshly and
she tastes thick sharp death in the suddenly cloying air smothering her
like stale perfume.
A heated nauseous tremor builds tightly in her chest and
shivers sickeningly through her gut and
shoots wildly through her legs until his
twisting painwrenched grip is all that's keeping her up and
she wonders if he's examining her because
she can feel his gaze -nearly tangible- scorching into her face and
she figures it would make sense if he could see because
isn't he the dark anyways?
You interest me, my squirming little princess. I think I will enjoy breaking you.
His skin brushes rough and silky warm against hers
she feels the darkened taunting smirk in his voice
and the sudden icy solid burn of freezing metal
digging into her windpipe
but for once she is unable to step up to this whipped steel barbed challenge
because he's already ensnared her in some
hellish weave of firey frozen liquid poison.
Her mouth is clamped tightly shut and she blindly
tastes the stale pastiness of her day-old lipstick and tries to ignore
the sting of the needle sharp blade curving
gently beneath her earlobe as her
heart hammers hummingbird-quick in her throat.
She knows that
he knows that
she knows he's in control.
Do you even want to escape?
Cyanide sweet voice coating syrup and ash in her throat and she
feels him lean closerclosercloser until
his leather corded arm is clamped iron-tight around her waist and
his hips slide roughly into place against hers and
she feels the crash of his heartbeat
(He has a heartbeat?)
reeling echoing hotly through her chest.
You've seen your friends. You've seen them reel and shriek and explode with drunken laughter, you've seen them cluster and turn away and block and not look back at little Mai huddled tall and proud in her own little hellish corner.
...
You certainly like to hear yourself talk, don't you?
There it is again- welling tight and hot in her throat- irritation.
Blind violet eyes narrow and
the unseen fear-icing-glaze slips away just
slightly.
Tug pull try to pry away from this hungrydarkdemonblackhole
Perhaps I do.
...amusement? she doesn't think she expected that-
bubbled confusion frozen motion.
and now the blade
the blade the blade the blade
is digging precarious deadly light into her neck
and flickers of sharp pain dance and bite and tease on her skin.
(STOP)
You just don't want to listen, Mai dear. Because you know I am telling the truth.
No no they care they care they care
blood? is that blood stinging pooling swelling against her skin?
FLARE WHITEHOT BURNING STOP
...There is now a firey axis of pain throbbing in time with her heart
tracing her neck
and she wishes she could reach up press knead wipe away the burn but
she
can't
move.
Because his silky smooth soft waterfall hair is bristling in her face
and his rough heavy hot grating cheek is
pressed into her shoulder
and his wetwetwet coarse coiling tongue is dragging over the
fire sparked wound.
(TONGUE stop it STOP IT)
Bile churns in her gasping throat
and she wants to PUSH HIM AWAY but her arms are
clutching
(WHY?)
and heat is sparking somewhere-down-there
(WHY?)
and his tongue is warm and wet and sliding sliding over her
not
wounded
skin?
cut where did you go? there was a slice right there right there
but now it's gone how? it HURT but now there is no blood there is no pain
Do you know why I love the Shadow Realm?
His voice is lazy thick acidsweet and self-smug-smirking-satisfied and she
refuses to answer
her jaw tense and hurting from all the built up screams lodged there.
His words burn into her shuddering tense neck.
I can break you shred you tear you make you scream and howl and beg and writhe and bleed- and then I can mold you up until you are whole and shuddering and porcelain white and waiting again. Just. Like. That.
That is not his blade lodged in her gut
That is not his blade lodged in her gut
That is not his blade lodged in her gut
Slowly building mounting screaming trainwreckoutofcontrol
PAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN
bursting BURNING nerves on FIRE ice cold metal sparking
grating searing through tremoring pounding writhing shock-rent intestines
blood pulping gurgling just like her breath and is that
copper-swelling-poison in her mouth blood or bile?
mind fogged in red swamped fire and the darkness reels twists centers pours
towards the searingshockedwrenching hole in her abdomen.
She barely registers his hissed crimson silken voice edging in on her
heaving clouded agony-
until-
They
TWIST
Don't
TWIST
Care
TWIST
About you
TWIST WRENCH SUCTION GULPING WITHDRAWL
Her stomach is unplugged like a
wine casket and she distantly hears the dull glug of her blood and
the rustle of fabric and shifting layers of heat
as he kneels before her sweatsoaked heaving trembling bloodwashed stomach.
His sweeping soft hair gently brushes her waist and
her knees jolt and buckle and she begins to sink through a
fog of white-veined slicing pain but
firm hands snake over her hips and his voice
snickers rumbles purrs into the sweating heaving mass of flesh that is her stomach.
Don't leave me yet, Mai dear. We've only just begun.
Teeth
(My God what is he doing)
drag scratch trail over her skin and
she is nauseous again
but there is sticky swelling tacky blood rusting EVERYWHERE
so she doesn't try to pull away.
Wait... no... what...
PAIN TONGUE IN HER WOUND NO NO NO NO
GOD STOP IT SEARING NEEDLING SHARP STABBING
BURNING FIREWORKS BEHIND HER EYES BUT
THOSE ARE TEARS AND
THAT IS BLOOD AND
OH GOD JUST STOP
...
breathing ragged gasping panting slumping onto the rough curve of
his shoulder is she healed is she healed?
yes she is yes she is
gasping swamping heady blind relief
will you stop now will you leave?
(PleasepleasepleaseGodplease)
No.
Silky smooth satisfaction in his voice but she is
too limp weak trembling drained to hate him right now.
Warm hand slowly tracing the back of her thigh and traveling sliding up up up
what? no stop! stop STOP STOP
And they won't come to save you, my princess. Not the Pharaoh, not his host, not even the snarling little puppy dog that swarms with pretended loyalty. Because they've never cared.
And as his smirking mouth presses drags hungrily takes and
his teeth dig scrape tear wetly along her limp shuddering neck
she hears them
laughing
laughing
laughing.
*fin*