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superhell2023-02-18 06:20 pm
hellscapes) wrote in superhell2023-02-18 06:20 pm
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WEEK ONE: EXECUTION
Hello, deadlings.
Ha. Ha ha.
Yesterday was a wild chain of events, wasn't it? Nine hours is a long time to work, but you solved the case and voted for the correct culprit. Lucky you. But the weekend "fun" isn't over just yet.
On Sunday morning, you'll soon hear a sound coming from the dock. There's a large ferry waiting for you, and even if you resist you'll eventually find yourself compelled to climb aboard and set off on a short voyage. The islands around you look fairly blurry, but you don't go very far before you stop at a slab of land with two large buildings stationed. You won't be able to look at the one on the right now, the one you've come to know as the trial bar. Instead, your feet navigate you to the building on the left as the door creaks open. On your way in, you notice some posters hung beside the door, advertising today's event.
Inside is a bar. It's pretty swanky in comparison to the others you've seen, tables and chairs arranged comfortably for everyone to have a seat and spread out however they'd like. The bar is fully stocked with all kinds of alcohol along with an arrangement of bar food for anyone who's feeling a bit peckish. At the head of the room, there appears to be a stage washed in red lights with a wide area for performances.
At a table in the corner all six demons are gathered around.
-Bloody Mary and Midori are seated together, staring intensely at the stage.
-Blue Hawaiian and Malibu Sunset are draped over each other, phones in hand and slightly covered by Cosmopolitan.
-Rosé is seated nearby, looking impatient.
As you find your seats and get yourself something to drink, darkness begins to fill the bar and a banner unfurls over the stage.
FOUR
10AM
Enjoy the show
No matter where you look, you will find that Four is not amongst you. But there isn't time to look further before the lights dim and the curtains draw.
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she laughs even as the light shines how she fails to dodge and is hit by her shadow, driven out of her own mind by the song. a voice echoes from the shadow, the flower has taken her over.
she tries to direct her shadow towards lu bixing, to harm him, to grab at any part of his body, his limbs, his face, anything—to hold him down and die with her. he calls her name, and she runs at him the next time the light flashes, intent on ending it, readying to wring his neck.
the stage lights up. she sprints.
it's dark again. so dark. a bell chimes. ]
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you know how the space is an infinite, empty void of blackness? how between seas of stars, there's nothing - no oxygen, no light? that's what the stage feels like. the sound, though - the sound booms, loud and clear through the execution bar. the music starts to speed up. faster, faster, faster, the major key bells bringing light. it moves in flashes, faster and faster and faster, makes the coordination of four and lu bixing both look like it's in stop motion frames. as he ducks out of the way, as she sprints at him -
four's high pitched laughter rings, brightly, and hits with a dissonant note. off-beat.
the light flashes and illuminates the entire stage, blooming outwards into the shape of a flower, and everyone will see the way the shadows grab onto lu bixing's head. how four sprints at him with every moment of killing intent, with every desperate strike of someone unloved.
the lights go dark.
there's a splat.
the music slows to almost nothing.
silence, like the void of space. ]
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the lights come back. the stage is illuminated, and four is still and on her knees, shadows hands up and holding her down.
she hates all of this, but all she can do is stay still because when was the last time she had this?
when was the last time she had peace?
when was the last time she was embraced? (akira hugged her yesterday, but he left!!!) when was the last time she was embraced? ]
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they start to melt backwards, slowly, and standing just in front of four is lu bixing.
he's alive. there is blood absolutely gushing down the left side of his face, from the hollow where something used to be, but he's alive, breathing heavily, but standing. the shadow hands pull back from him like a curtain.
You have to live.
(because he wants to. lu bixing wants to live. he wants to live, he has to, because once, he didn't.)
the voices of the people even out to a hum, and it's replaced with that of a single child. a voice that sounds like lu bixing, as he takes the steps forward to close the distance. one, two. three.
he drops to his knees in front of four. ]
I'm so sorry for how cruel the world has been to you, Four.
[ the shadowy hands holding four in place shiver. they're warm, now, a little feverishly so, but they're warm. welcoming. holding. the shadow vibrates against lu bixing's will, but it doesn't tighten or harm. and when lu bixing leans forward, staggering, he wraps his arms around four, tightly, pulling her into his shoulder in an embrace.
he remembers, how monoeye hawk held him when he hated the world. how monoeye hawk helped him stand. he remembers every awkward gesture, every way he tried. he desperately, desperately, desperately - desperately wants to give it back.
his voice softens. ]
All that I want for you is a chance to rest in peace.
[ and when the shadows finally pull away from his hand, they recoalesce into the shape of a syringe, and lu bixing doesn't hesitate.
he injects the syringe into the side of four's neck with a soft click.
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she's splattered in blood, but that's how an intoner should be. she is weak in his arms, and she shuts her eyes and wants to shut her eyes to the shadow's words. she wanted to hear those words from someone so much, and it causes what's left of her heart to crumble.
lu bixing's words are sweet in her ears and they're sweet enough for her to want them to stick and cling to her, but it's hard when he's about to kill her. he's going to kill her like everyone else she thought was supposed to care about her. ]
It'll never happen.
[ her last words are quiet and forced out in gasps. she's limp even as she feels the sting in her neck.
her hand moves one last time, almost on instinct, almost as a wish, fingers curling around the hem of lu bixing's shirt, as if to delude herself into believing his words.
as if she could believe someone could ever love her more than themself.
as if a father could love her at all. ]
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the applause tapers off and the shadows stand upright, fluid movements enhanced under the lights. four's shadow scoops up her body, and without another word steps back into the darkness to take her away.
lu bixing's shadow, meanwhile, begins to shrink little by little, returning to its original size and settling behind him once more. it looks like it's back to normal…but who's to say?
the lights are raised in the bar and the door swings open. the table of demons seem to be watching before they all begin to move once more. all six of them seem to gather themselves, taking their leave without another word. this is your time now.
as last week, the last ferry of the day leaves at 5pm. everyone is free to linger around the island for the rest of the afternoon if they'd like. there's alcohol and food available all day, and while the trial bar isn't open the island has space for anyone who wants to find a quiet place to relax a little. you've all lived to see another day…enjoy it, for now. ]