Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Toxic Butterflies ❯ Flower Factory ( Chapter 5 )

WARNING: THE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER IS INTENDED FOR THOSE WHO ARE NOT THE FAINT OF HEART. MY STIFF WARNING FOR GORE APPLIES HERE. DEPICTED IN THIS CHAPTER IS A GRAPHIC TORTURE SCENE, BE ADVISED THAT ANY FLAMES I GET REGARDING CONTENT WILL BE IGNORED. IF YOU READ PAST THIS POINT, IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DIDN'T ADHERE TO MY WARNING.

Now, if you're confident enough to read on, proceed.

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Toxic Butterflies

Chapter 5: Flower Factory

By: Revamp

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Suroriya sat at her desk in the same dark room, writing in her book. Behind her Aya was in the iron cage that had spikes at the top and bottom. The scared girl hunkered down to avoid the top spikes and placed her legs strategically to avoid the bottom spikes. Below her was a bathtub full of blood.

Lately, my garden has been neglected. Normally, it is filled with beautiful flowers and it's nicely manicured but I have not been able to tend to it as often as I should due to my…line of work. The vines had begun to choke my blooms, suffocating them and zapping the life from them.

Weeds.

Yes…the weeds must be purged to save the budding growth of the future.

As I do that, these toxic butterflies will accompany me. They are my source of company- the blood sucking butterfly that feasts on fresh blood. They are found in Bavaria. There is also a Madrilenial Butterfly from Spain that is known for drinking blood. Several species are capable of it.

In order to rid the world of these `weeds' and provide my dear friends with substantial nutrients I must use a more…subtle and crafty approach to my methods.

“Ow…” Aya's voice interrupted her train of thought as her foot slipped and a spike jabbed her ankle. The girl steadied her foot between the holes on the bottom of the cage and placed her foot on the bar, desperately trying to kick the door open, but it wouldn't budge. Aya pushed it for a while, and then she rammed her shoulder into it, which was an instant regret because she only ended up hurting herself. The banging echoed through the dimly lit room. Her figure was absorbed into the shadows.”Please…let me out…”

Suroriya stood, shutting her book. She sensed nothing but cold, as if she felt nothing but hatred. Walking over to a lever on the wall, she pulled it down as the spikes on the top and bottom of the cage begin to close in on the girl.

“Wait! What's going on? Please stop! I want out!” Aya called out frantically.

“You'll get out…eventually. That is the purpose of this contraption. Soon, I will use the weed to create the beautiful red flowers that blossom in my garden. After all, this is what gives them their rich, scarlet color,” Suroriya smiled slightly, and her orange eyes glinted with malice.

“Everyone will come and look for me, Shana, and Prada, and my best friend Kosei,” Aya tried to convince her that she was doing the wrong thing. Whenever a murder was committed, it gradually was found out by the authorities. She didn't want to do this.

Suroriya walked up to the front of the cage, the smile still plastered to her face. “They've been taken care of. As for Kosei, I'll worry about him. You should be far more concerned about your own problems,” the lolita pointed up to the spikes, that had already come down considerably.

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Kosei turned away from the bloodied heap in the back yard that was supposed to be Shana's body. It was full of stab wounds and covered in so much blood that he barely made out that it was a person. “What happened? What's going on here?” His features hardened with the urgency he felt. “I've got to find Prada. She may be in danger, or worse off- dead.”

He bolted back through the mansion doors, fueled by the fact that there could be a serial killer around or even worse, inside of his home. He darted through the rooms, calling out her name frantically. Her blue gaze darted around violently, trying to find any sight of the girl and hoping not to catch the wild eyes of a blood thirsty killer. Kosei ran to the kitchen, then to the living room and finally darted upstairs to her room. No one was there.

`Where could she be?' He thought frantically to himself as he raced down the stairs and into the ball room. Stopping at the foot of a modern art statue, he finally spotted the girl. She stood on the railing, right over one of the points of the statue.

“Prada!” He shouted up to her, hoping to gain her attention.

Slowly, the black-haired girl turned to him with a disheveled, crazed expression. “Stay away from me.”

“What happened? Prada! Are you alright?” Kosei noticed that she was covered with blood from head to toe, as if she had been hurt or maybe she saw Shana's corpse and broke down. The blood could have smeared all over her from the dead body. Whatever happened, he was desperate to know.

“I'm going to end it all right now. All of you…all of you just see me as some kind of sick delight to satisfy your pallet. No more! No more will I live in this nightmare infested world! I'm going to get rid of these sick dreams…Just like I got rid of her,” Prada's voice was unstable. One minute it was low and on the verge of crying, the next it instantly snapped to violent and hate-filled.

Kosei's eyes widened as his mind traveled back in time to when he found Shana's body, brutalized with puncture wounds. `What? I knew that Prada had been acting strange lately, but I never thought that she would do anything like this.' He had to do something. If he didn't the girl he loved would be taken from him forever. “Prada! Please, come down! We'll get you help! We can end this!”

Prada screamed at the top of her lungs. “No! Stay away! I won't let you come near me! She won't have me!”

“What are you talking about?” Kosei was thoroughly confused. Who was this `she' that she was referring to? Who did she not want to have her? Who could it be that shattered her this badly?

Shana gripped the sides of her head, pulling violently at her hair. Green eyes wide and pupils trembling with fear. “Every night…every night it's the same thing…that sadistic butcher comes to me, tearing my body open, doing unspeakable acts that she makes me watch…tearing my organs out…eating me alive. Then…she gives me to you…and you eat me too. Tell me, Kosei…Have you ever wondered what human flesh tasted like? Maybe you've had some before?”

“You're mad, Prada. This needs to be stopped. I haven't eaten anyone. Why would you think that?” What exactly has this girl been dreaming about? What went through her mind on a day to day basis? She was bad, beyond anyone's expectations.

“She comes to me, and serves me to you. You thank her and so gratefully eat my flesh…Disgusting!” Prada flung her arms down to her sides violently and screamed painfully at him.

“Who does?” Kosei was trying to figure out who she was talking about. Who would even be capable of doing such a horrible thing?

“Suroriya…”

Blue eyes narrowed and a frown was chiseled onto his face. So…that was it. He knew that lolita was bad news from the beginning, and now, more than ever, he questioned her being a prime suspect in Aze's murder. “I thought you were friends. Why would you think that about her?” He pressed, wanting to know more about her thoughts on that girl.

“She's inhuman. She's trying to kill me. Cannibal…You're all cannibals! Sickening…So sickening…I can't take it. I want out,” she was going to get out one way or another, and no one was going to stop her. If Kosei dared to do so much as to set foot on those stairs, she was going to jump to her death.

`Suroriya…' Kosei thought to himself as several flashbacks of the strange lolita ran through his mind of her at the door, then watering her garden, then leaning on the fence. Those thoughts quickly warped into Copperia's bloodied corpse lying on the ground at his feet as a brush painted a red stroke.

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“No!”Aya shouted in dismay as she placed her head and hands between the spikes and desperately pushed against the metal that threatened to crush her. The press shuddered and protested with a metallic screeching and it nearly stopped. Her main resistance came from the bottom of the cage at her feet, where the metal spikes began to lean in towards her legs, poking her skin. Aya didn't move for the fear of being crushed. The spikes continued to drive into her flesh, causing her to pant in pain. The girl finally screamed as the spikes were driven through her legs. Her blood started to run down her legs and down the sharp pieces of metal, dripping down the slightly slanted surface into the tub below. She bit her lip as her body shuttered from the shock and immense pain as her skin and muscle continued to tear.

“Please stop…please…I'll do…anything…I'll stop being friends with Kosei…I swear, and I'll move away and never come back. Will you let me go?” Aya tried desperately to plead with the demented lolita, begging for her freedom and her life.

Suroriya dug in the breast pocket of her orange plaid dress and pulled out the keys to the door of the cage. She walked over to the press, just out of reach and held them out, “sure. I can let you out. All you have to do is reach these keys. If you can touch them, then I'll let you go. If you can't then you will just be another weed in my garden, but do not fear, your blood will go to good use. My little friends need to drink and my garden is in need of nutrient-rich plant food.”

Hesitantly, Aya let go with one arm and struggled to reach her hand out to her captor as the metal spikes are pushed through, grinding against her bones as waves of pain sloshed around in her stomach, causing her to scream before the sound was blocked off with the gurgle of vomit. The girl nearly blacked out on the spot. The adrenaline in her system pumped as she tried desperately to reach the keys in order to survive.

Suroriya watched as her fingertips came mere centimeters from touching the keys. “You're almost there. Victory and freedom are within your grasp. What's wrong? Can't move your legs? You have to break them off to do it. Tell me, can you make that decision?” A small smile crossed her face as she taunted her.

The foul vomit rolled from the crevices of the cage and fell into the tub below, combining with the sanguine liquid. The machine pushed the girl down. She was bent forward as she hysterically squirmed, pushing with her head as the metal ground against her bones in her legs, causing them to violently shake. She didn't know how much more that she could take.

Her bones finally began to crack. Aya screamed in wordless terror, pain and hysteria filled her, breaking her form once more. Pain emanated from her mutilated legs and the rest of her body. Her throat was raw and blood ran from the corners of her mouth. Her body strained to fight against the metal. Suddenly, she reached her limit as her bones snapped. The spikes drove completely through her legs.

The new pain was worse than before and she vomited blood. Aya teetered on the brink of a blackout as her form was verging on the sweet embrace of darkness. The spikes dripped with red liquid which was now heavily flowing into the tub in streams. She was too weak to continue screaming and her body gave out.

The room swam in her vision as she began to lose consciousness. Aya tumbled backwards as the spikes below dug into her body. Her legs snapped off completely at the severed bone and a horrendous scream echoed through the building as muscle tore away. The metal plate was thrown down on her like a battering ram as dying eyes stared down the plunging face of death. With a sickening crash the machine smashed her body. The warm blood splattered across the room and dripped from the cage.

Suroriya stared down into the sanguine lake, chunks of flesh and splintered bone floated in the grotesque mixture. There were still pieces of the girl trapped within the spikes. The machine didn't crush her corpse completely. What a shame. However, the spikes did make their way through the top and bottom of the cage. She ran her tongue across her lips, catching the bitter sweet taste of iron.

Vengeance never tasted so sweet.

She would have to clean her trap with acid wash later. That corrosive wash always dissolved those stubborn pieces of her victims that tended to cling. She would also strain the flesh, organs and bone from her blood mixture later.

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“Come on, Prada. Be logical. I'm begging you. I'll make sure that Suroriya pays for this,” Kosei begged and pleaded with his girlfriend, trying to make her step off of the ledge. If he could get her down onto the ground, it would put a great ease on him. `This situation only proves that Suroriya is just who I think she is. She's come back to make my life miserable, too. While I may deserve it, Prada was just innocently caught up in this.'

“We can hide Shana's body and clear your name. I know where to hide her. No one will find out. You can even move away if you want, or turn yourself in. Tell me, what did Suroriya do to you?”

“That dream, that horrible dream. It won't go away. Every night, she comes to me and tortures me. She takes out my organs and rips my flesh out while she forces me to watch. Then…after she's tortured me to death, she cooks me and serves me to you. Her red tea…the tea that I loved so much…it's made of blood. I've spent all of this time…drinking it…I make myself sick. I would spend every morning puking at the thought of what I've done. I don't need to exist here. I want to die while I still have some sanity left. Please, Kosei, run while you can. Move far away before she gets you as well,” with tears streaming down her face, Prada took a leap from the railing.

Kosei shouted her name at the top of his lungs and rushed below the railing, hoping to catch her falling form.

“Now, this nightmare will end. Shana, please forgive me, when we see each other in hell,” a small smile formed on her face as she fell, her black hair cascaded around her before her body came to a jolting stop, skewered by one of the massive spikes on the modern art statue. It pierced her stomach, causing blood and pieces of her organs to run down the metal rod.

Kosei stopped dead in his tracks. “Prada!” His eyes grew wide as blood dripped onto his form. `Damn her. This while time I thought she was suspicious but I could never manage to prove anything against her, even when she was gone for that short amount of time when Aze was murdered. I've noticed how much she resembled Copperia…I'm so stupid. I had a feeling that she murdered Aze, and now I know for certain that I'm right. She made Prada go crazy and kill Shana, then kill herself. This all makes perfect sense. I now know that her next victim is…'

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Suroriya walked around outside amongst the scarlet blooms of her garden. She took a few steps away from it and rested her hands on her hips as she examined the sight before her. “It took a lot of effort, but this garden is perfect now. I just had to…get rid of a few unwanted weeds,” the lolita picked up her watering can and began to water her flowers, bathing them in the blood of her victims.

From far away, she could faintly be heard chanting this tune:

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockle shells

And pretty maids all in a row.

…To Be Continued

NOTES: Mary Tudor or Bloody Mary (whom the nursery rhyme was named after) was the daughter of King Henry VIII. The garden was the growing graveyard of those who dared to adhere to the Protestant faith. “Silver bells” were thumb screws that smashed the thumbs by tightening them down and “cockle shells” attached to the genitals. “Pretty maids” were used to describe the Maid's guillotine, which was a shortened version of Maiden.