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Toxic Butterflies

Chapter 7: Vengeance

By: Revamp

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His eyes slowly opened as a screen of an old projector lit up on one of the blood splattered walls. As he continued to stare on, his swimming vision clarified as numbers initiating a countdown played in white font on a black background.

Three…

Two…

One…

The film began playing as a shot of Aya happily laughing and running around in a field of flowers with her arms out, spinning in circles in absolute bliss. After that, it cut to a screen of her cooking something with no sound, only an eerie static. The screen went black for a couple of seconds before it cut to Aya, looking visibly afraid as a shadow falls over her. It looked like she was sitting on the floor.

It proceeded to cut to a picture of Aya, sitting at the edge of her bed, dressed in her school uniform with a very forlorn expression. It was daylight in her window, with a cloudless sky. There was no sound, not even the feedback of the speakers in the room. It was as if they were turned off. She just sat there in still frame, with that sorrow filled gaze. It continued to play for about twenty-five seconds before it cut to a darkened scene of her, sitting on the floor of a concrete room, crying softly.

The sound was barely audible as another sound overpowered it. It was the sound of howling winds. The camera zoomed in on her face as her sobbing grew louder and more hysterical. The image cut out for a minute as the winds grew more violent, as if a storm was brewing. Her sobs grew eerie and more realistic. It sounded like she was right in the room with them.

Kosei noticed at odd intervals, it sounded like something was laughing but it was only for more than a few seconds at a time.

After about thirty seconds of crying, the screen twitched violently as a flash of the blood-covered trap was shown for a few seconds. Aya continued to cry, but louder than before. She was now sitting on her bed with her pillow. Her face was buried in it. The video was taken from high above, as if a camera were mounted in the corner of her room.

Blood ran down the video as a gale and the snapping of branches was heard. The deep laugh continued for another twenty five seconds as the screen flipped to another photo. It was of Aya in the cage, the spikes driven through her legs as she desperately tried to hold it up.

Kosei wanted to vomit as he resisted the stinging sensation at his eyes. Tears dripped onto the ground below as the screen cut back to a picture of his girlfriend's face. She was staring at him with blood coming from her eye sockets, as if she were crying and it was dead silent. She just stared at the screen, looking at him.

After a few minutes, the crying came back. It was piercing and loud, sobbing mixed with screams in a garish display of agony. It induced fear into Kosei at the very thought of the last few minutes of her life. The screen cut to her falling backwards in the cage, her legs snapping off as the cage crashed down on her and pieces of her body flew out from the pressure of the metal, splattering across the wall as an ear piercing scream echoed through the room. The blood dripped into the bathtub as the screen darkened and the room lit up again.

Kazuza looked at Kosei as she flipped the light switch. “Well, you wanted to know what happened to her. She was here, yes.”

Kosei slowly turned his head to his right to see the steel trap, now clean and hanging above the bathtub. Blue eyes panned down to see that his body was strapped to the wall. There were vintage hanging lights around him. He attempted to move his hands, but they were cuffed and his feet were loosely hanging, unbound. Kazuza slowly walked up to him.

“I crushed her to death. You take something special from me; I take something special from you. It's all relative. An eye for an eye and all of that jazz, I took care of them all so now it's just you and me. Soon, you will meet the same fate as them. Don't worry; they all went to good use. They provided precious nutrients for my beautiful garden,” the orange-haired lolita gestured to her bathtub, still filled with the blood of the slaughtered, “in here is where I harvest the precious fluids.”

“Those butterflies…” Kosei's eyes widened as he saw the dingy-colored creatures, lapping up blood in various areas of the room and fluttering around the hanging lights.

“They are very special vampuric butterflies. They love the taste of blood. These toxic butterflies are my very best friends,” they had stayed with her during her planning process, and they watched her countless victims suffer through countless deaths. The only one more faithful and supportive of her purpose was her beloved Q-chan.

Kosei's face contorted into one of malice. “You sick bitch!” He shouted as he kicked her in the stomach with all of the force he could muster. The force of the blow sent the small woman flying backwards as she tumbled over the edge of the bathtub and fell into the blood. It doused her in a shade of brilliant red. Her hands gripped either side of the tub as she pulled herself up and out of it, the red fluid splashed on the floor as she stood there and coughed up blood.

Kazuza stared at him with unspiraled pony tails as a devious smile curled across her lips. Her wet bangs covered her eyes as she coughed the last remnants of blood out of her mouth. “Well, I was going to be gentle on you and make your personal torture session be a quick and fairly painless one, but now I see that can't be achieved, since you fail to humor me to just die silently and quickly.”

The blood-soaked lolita walked over to one of the nearby walls, laden with weapons and grabbed a large, red axe. Kosei tried to look as defiant as possible from across the room, but he realized that he might die now or possibly succumb to the same type of torture that Prada described in her vivid dreams.

“It's time to put an end to those troublesome limbs of yours,” Kazuza said darkly as she ran towards him and swung the axe with all of her might, trying to cut his legs off, but he moved and the axe dug into the wall. The girl yanked it would and scowled at him. “Stop moving around,” she commanded as she held his leg still and yanked it forward in an unnatural pose. The sharp pain reignited the fires in his already beaten body. She brought the blade down hard.

Instantly, Kosei screamed and thrashed his appendage. Kazuza tried to hit the mark but he moved again. She took another swing at her target, over and over. Blood sprayed into the air as the blade sliced effortlessly through the leg.

Kosei gave up trying to fight. He just choked back screams of agony as he felt the fluids drain from his body and run down the cold, stone wall. It took a bit of work, but Kazuza managed to cut his legs off to the bone and they throbbed with searing pain. The blood-splattered lolita casually tossed her weapon aside, leaving Kosei to stare down at his mangled limbs.

“I'm going to let you hang around for a while, as I think of a way to seal your fate,” she advised but got no response.

“Nothing to say?” Kazuza was amused. “Well, you're not really entertaining. I thought you would show me more resistance than this. You little friend was stronger than you, and much more interesting. She fought until the very end.”

“Maybe I've just realized that it's all futile. Nothing I can do will stop you. It's not like you're going to spare my life. My fate is the same as all of the others. I'm just going to die.” Even if he wanted to escape, his legs were rendered useless and there was no way he could run or even walk away if she let him.

“You think you know my tricks? You think that you have me all figured out, don't you? Your assumed knowledge is laughable,” Kazuza scoffed as she walked out of the room, then came back with a wheel barrel full of bricks and a bucket of mixed concrete. She sat them down in front of him as his blue eyes widened in horror.

“What are you-“

“Did you honestly think that I would give you the benefit of dying so quickly when you tortured my sister like you did? Twins can feel each other's pain, you know.” It was a fact that she would use to make a point in his case.

“It may not be me, but it will happen. Someone will see what you've done, and then you'll go to jail and never come out. The things you do are inhumane,” the words slipped from his lips like saliva, riddled with disgust at a truly atrocious example of society. It was true that he wasn't much better, but she was downright inhuman. Nothing with a heart could be that cold.

Kazuza laughed as she smoothed out a layer of concrete and began to lay bricks. “Says the pot to the kettle. How many girls have you killed? Huh, Kosei?”

His eyes narrowed.

“Copperia has told me things…about how every girl you've been with ended up dead, but they could never find the proof that it was you. You're no saint, not by far. I'm going to be the voice of those girls. I'm going to make sure that you suffer. Suffer as my twin sister did. Suffer, as those girls did,” Kazuza continued to lay bricks as she had the last conversation that Kosei would ever hear. He was about to die, but her tone remained casual, as if they were talking in a coffee shop.

“I'd rather just die right away. Why? Why don't you just kill me? Kill me as I have them.” It was only fair that he die the same death they all had. Kosei didn't want to be locked behind a wall, doomed to starve to death or die from complete blood loss.

The blood-soaked girl smiled up at him with a twisted smirk. “Nice try, but I don't do well with negotiations. For me to care about your pleas, I must first care about you and your opinion, which I do not.”

The butterflies became more abundant, fluttering around like a massive cloud as they fluttered through the dimly lit room. He could hear the sounds of wings as they flew around him, crawling on his legs and lapping up his blood. They were everywhere, crawling up the wall and in clusters on the ground as they drank his life giving essence.

The wall was now up to his hips as Kazuza peered over it. “Don't be so sad, my dear Kosei. Now you have some company. These little butterflies will gladly see you to the other side as you make your slow descent into hell. They are very loyal creatures. They stayed with me this entire time, drinking the blood of my victims.”

Kosei watched the wall being built higher and higher. As the shadow of the wall fell over his head, he hung it in sorrow and fear. This was it. This was the end. There was no escape. He would be doomed there, left to die a horrible death.

As Kazuza placed the last brick into its hole, she gazed at her sister's painting on the wall and smiled warmly. “My mission is complete. Isn't it wonderful, Copperia? Your death has finally been avenged. It's finally done…” After the lolita climbed down from the ladder, she sank to her knees, overflowing with emotion and a sense of closure.

She fell to her side, curling up in a blood-covered ball as she held the axe close to her, like an insecure child would coddle a teddy bear. “I've done it. I've finally ended it all,” Kazuza hugged the axe close, covered in blood as hysterical, happy laughter echoed through the walls, filling the air with disjointed bliss.

THE END

Typed version: 5/26/13 1:43 p.m.

Written version: 8/13/12 2:22 p.m.