Post by Admin Chiv on Jul 18, 2016 15:56:47 GMT -5
Final Cut Pro: Take Two!!
Mariko waved nostalgically as the vent passed over her head. It was over. Her dear, darling classmates had finally finished this game. And now, they had granted her what she wanted so badly…
Mariko waved nostalgically as the vent passed over her head. It was over. Her dear, darling classmates had finally finished this game. And now, they had granted her what she wanted so badly…
The punishment time!
And soon, they vanished into darkness as she was sucked away. The landing was…rough.
Mariko found herself clipped tightly by the shoulder and her hair, suspended in mid-air. Beneath her, several sideways gears made up the floor, grinding in opposite directions. The walls lit up, and it was like…a dream! Ahhh…the moment when Tamashi’s skull caved inward and he fell to the ground, his analyzing abilities draining into the ground like liquid red despair. Nana’s tear-filled eyes as she stabbed herself with the needle, waiting for the heart attack to end her suffering. The eternal sleep, yes, it was coming…and Root. Dear Alexander, pistol-whipping his lover and coming back to finish the job. Delicious, Romeo and Juliet-esque despair…
There were some pre-despair memories in there, too. Mariko and Root’s first kiss, Ignia and Taro playing in the snow on the HPA campus, Alexia forcing some of the others to learn CPR…
But all these memories had been forgotten by the others, so did they really matter, in the end?
And now they were showing her. Suspended. In a small corner, she could see the faces of her surviving friends as they watched her execution. From her pocket, she took a photo. It was all of them, the birthday bash. The moment everything began. So many happy faces…joy…it was…
Disgustingly bittersweet.
So she dropped it with a small smile, watching as the gears violently shredded the photo into irreparable bits. Ten feet away. Five. Four. Three. Two…One…
Mariko screamed in a mix of pain and joy as the gears began to grind up her feet, her voice echoing loudly and reverberating. Suddenly, film strips began to unroll from the ceiling and fall around her, landing in the grinding floor. The last memories of Monoworld. The one and only film reel she’d kept of them. With the end of Mariko and Barry…came the end of a small paradise, a gilded birdcage.
And with a last laugh, Mariko Nakazawa, the Ultimate Despair, was gone. Just another student, lost on the Cutting Room Floor!
