The Fanfiction Walks at Midnight
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tallulahgs[Title] Misfits
[Fandom] Akira (manga)/Stephen King's Carrie
[Rating] PG-13 for violence
[Notes/Summary] Two dangerous teenagers meet and discuss revenge. I have no idea when this is taking place. Written for and crossposted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
40fandoms.
She was so fucking ugly. That was the first thing Tetsuo noticed. Not creepy-sick-ugly, like that wizened kid on the highway, just fat and dull-faced, like a frog or a cow or something. Well, fair enough. Wasn't like he needed to bang girls any more, not like he needed it to prove anything when he had powers.
Second thing he noticed was her clothes. She was wearing one of those long ballgowns that you saw girls wearing on award shows and stuff. At first he thought it was real shiny material, then he realised - it was soaked, actually soaked in blood. That explained why she stank. As he looked closer he could see she'd still got smears of it under her hairline, clumped in her hair, at the sides of her face, blotched on her arms. They must've let her wash but hadn't given her a change of clothes.
He suddenly wished that he was covered in as much blood. But he wasn't. Just the patch on his T-shirt from where Kaneda had shot him. And okay, a few spots and spatters from some of the guys in the warehouse. But nothing like this.
The helicopter rattled and hummed around them. She sat with her hands clasped on her bloody skirt, not looking at him. (How dare she not look at him?)
"So?" he said at last. "What'd you do?"
Her head snapped up and she stared at him. Her eyes were very wide, bulgy and blotchy, and - she didn't have like a normal expression on her face, not "sad" or "scared" or "angry" or anything, she was just... staring.
"Didn't do anything," she said at last. "They just... they always laughed, they always -"
(Look at the crybaby cry!)
"Whatever. Is that their blood?"
For a moment she looked as if she was going to scream, and he wondered what'd happen if she did, but then - suddenly - she almost smiled. "They didn't bleed. They burnt."
"Mine bled. But burning's good, I guess."
She looked up at him, suspicious. "They laughed at you too?"
"Fuckers thought I was a wimp," and he doesn't want to be telling this girl this, she looks like she'd understand and he doesn't want it to be that he can be understood by someone like her. "They tried to take me out, so I - I took them out."
"They all pretended to be nice," she mumbled. "They all pretended to be nice and then they all laughed."
(Yamagata's head bursting like a firework and Kaneda's face spattered with blood and the way he looked
he'll never forgive you not now not ever he'll never be your friend again)
"Who gives a shit?" he said. "We don't need to make nice. We don't need to make people like us, right?" Would she not grow a fucking spine? The thought of them being alike (what if I am that pathetic?) - it was creeping him out. "We're only gonna get stronger."
"It hurt. In my heart, it..."
"Yeah, well, it hurt in my head," he said, mimicking her, "but you take enough drugs, it goes away. You can't stop now."
She sort of smiled at him now. "Sweep away the unrighteous, right? Ichor and... wormwood..." Her hands were shaking again. She clasped them tighter.
"Yeah. Something like that." He leant back, glanced out at the city below them. On the horizon he could just see dawn.
[Fandom] Akira (manga)/Stephen King's Carrie
[Rating] PG-13 for violence
[Notes/Summary] Two dangerous teenagers meet and discuss revenge. I have no idea when this is taking place. Written for and crossposted to
40fandoms.She was so fucking ugly. That was the first thing Tetsuo noticed. Not creepy-sick-ugly, like that wizened kid on the highway, just fat and dull-faced, like a frog or a cow or something. Well, fair enough. Wasn't like he needed to bang girls any more, not like he needed it to prove anything when he had powers.
Second thing he noticed was her clothes. She was wearing one of those long ballgowns that you saw girls wearing on award shows and stuff. At first he thought it was real shiny material, then he realised - it was soaked, actually soaked in blood. That explained why she stank. As he looked closer he could see she'd still got smears of it under her hairline, clumped in her hair, at the sides of her face, blotched on her arms. They must've let her wash but hadn't given her a change of clothes.
He suddenly wished that he was covered in as much blood. But he wasn't. Just the patch on his T-shirt from where Kaneda had shot him. And okay, a few spots and spatters from some of the guys in the warehouse. But nothing like this.
The helicopter rattled and hummed around them. She sat with her hands clasped on her bloody skirt, not looking at him. (How dare she not look at him?)
"So?" he said at last. "What'd you do?"
Her head snapped up and she stared at him. Her eyes were very wide, bulgy and blotchy, and - she didn't have like a normal expression on her face, not "sad" or "scared" or "angry" or anything, she was just... staring.
"Didn't do anything," she said at last. "They just... they always laughed, they always -"
(Look at the crybaby cry!)
"Whatever. Is that their blood?"
For a moment she looked as if she was going to scream, and he wondered what'd happen if she did, but then - suddenly - she almost smiled. "They didn't bleed. They burnt."
"Mine bled. But burning's good, I guess."
She looked up at him, suspicious. "They laughed at you too?"
"Fuckers thought I was a wimp," and he doesn't want to be telling this girl this, she looks like she'd understand and he doesn't want it to be that he can be understood by someone like her. "They tried to take me out, so I - I took them out."
"They all pretended to be nice," she mumbled. "They all pretended to be nice and then they all laughed."
(Yamagata's head bursting like a firework and Kaneda's face spattered with blood and the way he looked
he'll never forgive you not now not ever he'll never be your friend again)
"Who gives a shit?" he said. "We don't need to make nice. We don't need to make people like us, right?" Would she not grow a fucking spine? The thought of them being alike (what if I am that pathetic?) - it was creeping him out. "We're only gonna get stronger."
"It hurt. In my heart, it..."
"Yeah, well, it hurt in my head," he said, mimicking her, "but you take enough drugs, it goes away. You can't stop now."
She sort of smiled at him now. "Sweep away the unrighteous, right? Ichor and... wormwood..." Her hands were shaking again. She clasped them tighter.
"Yeah. Something like that." He leant back, glanced out at the city below them. On the horizon he could just see dawn.
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Date: 2008-02-23 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-24 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-24 07:23 pm (UTC):3
You did an excellent job!
I only know of Carrie briefly, but this has intrigued me now.
Loved the general creepiness of the atmosphere.
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Date: 2008-02-25 12:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-26 04:31 am (UTC)Anyway! I like how Tetsuo and Carrie connect, but they don't really become friendly or anything and they still have a schism between them (ooh, schism's a good vocabulary word). Although the thought of Tetsuo doing an evil laugh and twisting a Dick Dastardly-style moustache is fun to think about :D
Also, I really liked the mentions of the blood on Carrie; every little facet Tetsuo noticed really shone out, especially the "clumps in her hair" bit.
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Date: 2008-02-26 06:21 pm (UTC)Thanks! Glad you liked!
(Tetsuo does evil laughs in canon, your image is a good one ^^)