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Story
Feb 9, 2010 14:37:51 GMT -5
Post by kait on Feb 9, 2010 14:37:51 GMT -5
Barbie’s Point Of View I felt uneasy, as I stared down at the small strip of plastic that was about to tell me my fate. I really hoped that I wasn’t pregnant. I just couldn’t be. Not only was I a teenager, but also I wasn’t able to take care of another human life. I wasn’t scared of not having the father around, because a) I knew who he was, and b) he was in love with me. Feelings that I knew I would never be able to return. I closed my eyes for a moment as I continued to wait for my results. I needed to get out, I needed a fresh kill, something to help me calm down. All of this was stressing me out more than I needed. I knew that I needed to relax, but I wasn’t going to be able to until I found out the truth. Opening my eyes, I looked down at the two blue lines that stared back at me. I was pregnant; really pregnant. Letting out a deep sigh, I threw the pregnancy test across the bathroom, feeling the warm, salty tears sting my eyes. I leaned against the wall and slid down onto the floor, where I brought my knees up to my chest and just cried. I didn’t know how long I was in the bathroom for, but the moment that my grandmother had come to the door, I knew that getting out for a while would be a good thing for me. “Barbie dear, are you alright?” She asked, lightly knocking on the door. I looked up at the door through my tears and sniffled. “Grandma, go away; I just want to be alone” I said, my voice cracking. “Is it about that Irish boy who’s been coming over?” She asked. At the mention of Mac, I began to cry harder. I had to tell him. It would be a bit obvious in a couple months, when I was the size of a blimp. The question was how. “Barbie, please talk to me. I’m here to help you.” I looked back up at the door and wiped the tears from my eyes. Slowly, I stood up and walked over to the door. I was going to get out, I was going to have some fun. I certainly deserved it. I opened the bathroom door, and looked at my grandmother for a moment before speaking. “Grandma,” I said calmly, my tear stained face and puffy eyes made it obvious that I’d been crying for some time. I just hoped I was able to get out for a bit and forget for a while until reality hit me in the face. “I’m going out.” I heard my grandmother sigh as I walked away and into my room, where I quickly changed into my “Man-Eater” costume, and jumped out the window, where I shifted into a sparrow as I fell, then flew into the cool, Ohio night. I flew through the air, my wings beating at a fast pace as I searched for my next victim. It took a while for me to find someone in the empty streets, but once I had, I was glad. He was a tall and lanky man, long blond hair framed his long face, and emerald green eyes stood out against his pale skin. I swooped down in front of the man, shifting back into my human form the moment that I touched the ground. Slowly, I stood straightened up, a smirk grazing my face, my eyes hidden beneath the red and black mask I wore. The man stared at me, his already pale face looking paper white with fear. Deciding to play with him as I always did, I placed both my hands on his shoulders and leaned up, kissing him on his frozen lips. I pulled back and placed my hands behind my back, looking up at him, waiting for him to move. “Y-you-you’re m-man-eater.” He stuttered. I felt the smirk on my face widen. Looks as though I’ve become more famous than I thought. “Are you scared?” I asked. I brought my hand up to his face as if to caress his soft white skin, but he instantly cringed away. Game Over friend. No one cringes from me. Not while I’m playing with them. The smirk on my face faded, and turned into a tight grimace. With a loud growl, I barred my teeth, and lunged at him, pulling my knife out of my pocket as I went. I really didn’t know why, but for some reason, I still used a knife even though I could shift into anyone or anything. I guess it was just a sense of security or something. Pushing the guy down, I plunged my knife into his chest, listening to the blood curdling scream that erupted from his mouth. Placing a finger over his lips to stop the screams, I climbed on top of him and leaned down. “Now, now,” I said. “No screaming, we don’t want the neighbors hearing.” Smiling maliciously, I twisted the knife, that was still in his chest, watching as the life faded from his eyes. Once the guy was dead, I pulled the knife out of him and licked the blade. The moment that the blood hit my tongue, I moaned softly. Damn, he tasted good. I put the knife back into my pocket, and using my power gave myself the teeth of a lion, before taking a large chunk out of his neck and chewing. I took a moment to savor the sweet taste then swallowed. I leaned in for another bit, but a familiar voice stopped me. “Oi, Man-Eater!” I looked up to see Ma– I mean “Riot” standing there, his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face. I stood up and made my way over to him, wiping the blood from my face as I went. “Hey there Riot.” I said in my usual friendly voice. I mean technically we were friends, but when it came down to it, Mac was a do-gooder hero, and I was a serial killing cannibal villain. Not that I was going to complain. Suddenly I felt a familiar churning in my stomach, and my hand went from my side to my stomach, willing the horrible feeling to go away, but knew that it wouldn’t go away willingly. Mac must have noticed this (as oblivious as he could be) and spoke. “Aw, de wee mite is in pain. Ayte somethin' ye shouldn’t 'ave, love?” Love. That’s what he called me when we weren’t playing “Hero”. It was really funny how oblivious Mac could be. For months, he and I have been playing this game, and he still hasn’t figured out how that I wasn’t who I said I was, even with all of the warnings from his brother and his brother’s boyfriend. I glared at mac through the mask I wore and straightened up slowly. “Maybe, maybe not. Does it really matter?” I asked. “Why are we talkin'?” Mac asked. “Shouldn’t we be fightin'?” I shrugged and put my hands in my pockets. “Maybe, but I do have better things to do.” I said, pointing to the partially mutilated body behind me. Plus, I really didn’t want to fight Mac for fear of hurting our child. I mean sure, it wasn’t the most ideal thing to do, but I was going to have this baby, with or without Mac, but most likely with. Without word, Mac was the first one to move. I hadn’t seen it coming. One moment I was just standing there and the next, I was flying through the air. I landed on the ground fifty feet away, my eyes shut tight, and a small anger building up inside of me. I sat on the ground for what felt like a minute, and when I went to stand up, Mac was standing above me, so I knew that I'd been down for more than just a minute. I stared up at Mac for a moment before a smirk lined my face and I pulled out my knife. I wasn't going to kill him, I needed him, well not really, I could do without him, but he was really the only friend that I had. I was only going to play with him a bit as I'd done with his brother a few months ago before his boyfriend came and saved the day. Maybe after this I could go and find Keefe and finish the job I started all those months ago. Twirling the knife in my hand, I watched Mac take a couple steps towards me. "C'mon, nigh, Man-Eater, ye don't wanna 'urt me." The fear in his voice was inevitable, and it excited me. He was scared. What hero was afraid of a Villain? A giggle ripped through my throat as I adverted my eyes from the man in front of me, to the sharp object that I held in my hand. "Don't I? Did you not see what I did to that guy out there?" I said bringing myself to look back up at Mac. I watched him as he took a step back, his mask hidden face full of fear. Damn, this is fun. It was strange. One moment I was watching Mac cring in fear at the very sight of me, and now, he was walking towards me, all the fear that I'd seen in his face now gone. It irritated me. How could he have gotten over his fear so quickly? It just wasn't right. With a low growl, I jumped at Mac trying to knock him over, but being as strong as he was, he was able to stop me. Using all of my strength, I tried to stab Mac; not to kill him, but just hurt him a bit, but Mac was able to grab my wrists and once more stop me. This really wasn't my day was it. He and I struggled for a but, Mac being Mr. Super Strong, was able to get the knife out of my hand, and ended up tripping as he did. I watched as he let go of my wrists as he fell. I looked down at Mac on the ground, and noted that he still had my knife. I had to get it. With another growl, I lunged at Mac on the ground, the moment that my body collided with his, a sharp pain swam through my entire body. I rolled over onto the ground, and onto my back. I looked down at my abdomen, where the pain seemed to be coming from and groaned at the sight of my own blood seeping through the small knife wound. I was going to die. I wasn't going to be saved. Not as long as Mac thought that I was Man-Eater, and I wasn't about to tell him. It wasn't like I couldn't, I mean I could, but I didn't want to. No matter how much I needed to. I gripped my stomach, where the wound was, as I tried to stop the bleeding even though I knew that it wouldn't stop. "You're an idiot Riot." I said weakly. "'oy so?" He asked. Somehow the question was funny to me, and I started to giggle quite loudly. Mac looked at me strangely, and then my giggles were cut off by an uncontrollable cough. "You've killed me," I said once I'd was able to breathe again. "You've killed a human. I'm going to haunt you love." The words were true, my death would haunt him, especially once he found out who I really was, and who I was carrying. At the thought of our baby, I gripped my stomach tighter, fresh tears slipping down the side of my face. I shut my eyes tightly as I started to feel my life start to slip away. "Oi didn't kill a 'uman. Oi killed a monster." Mac said. Somehow his words hurt me. Maybe it was the fact that he called me a monster, but then again, it looked as though he didn't care whether I was dying or not. I felt weak and the blood loss was great. Why couldn't it be over yet? Why couldn't I just die? My heart began to slow and the grip that I had on my stomach was loosened. Using all the strength that I had left, I opened my eyes and looked at Mac quickly, before closing my eyes once more. My heart beat was faint, and my breathing slow. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to hang on much longer, but I had to say one more thing. "M-Mac, M-my, B-baby..." My words were stuttered, and weak, but I hoped that he got the message. Once I'd spoken, I could feel my heart still, and then I felt nothing. - - Mac’s Point Of View Mac? She called me Mac. H-how could she have known my name? Was it really that obvious as to who I was? I mean sure, the accent could have given me away, but was it really that obvious? I stared down at Man-Eater’s dead body, her bloodied knife still clutched in my hand. The thought of her knowing my named spiked my curiosity about as to who she really was. Did I know her? Or was she just someone who I’d met once? Letting curiosity take me over, I sat up and knelt over her body. Hesitantly, I pulled back her mask, then jumped back as I caught a glimpse of her face. No. N-n-no. It couldn’t be her; Barbie. I-I loved her. She was everything to me, and I killed her. I dropped the knife, a soft clink ringing through the air the moment that the metal object hit the ground. I pried my eyes Barbie’s body down to my hands which I found covered in blood. I stared at my hands in shock for I don’t know how long, free flowing tears staining my face, my heart heavy with loss. I had to tell someone. I wasn’t going to just leave her. Sure, that’s what Riot would do to Man-Eater, but I wasn’t Riot anymore, and Barbie wasn’t Man-Eater. We were just Barbie and Mac, and we were just human. Focusing back on reality, I stood up and looked down at Barbie. I needed to call someone. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed the first number that came to mind. “‘Ello?” "Ah me God, Key...Oi swear Oi didn't mean ter...it wus an accident...she's dead, Key. Oi killed 'er. Ah've got 'er blud on me fuckin' 'ands, Key..." I said panicked. “Mac, ye nade to calm down, mate. Who did ye kill?” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before answering my brother. “Barbie.” I said. I heard Key talk to someone on the other side of the phone, and knew that he was with Nathaniel. This was just great. “Barbie? Are ye sure? Why would ye kill ‘er?” I knew that he was happy that I’d killed Barbie. He never liked her, especially after what she’d done to him. He even had the scars to prove it. I used my free hand to wipe my eyes and spoke, my voice heavy with the tears I’d shed. “Oi didn’t mean ter, Keefe. Ye nu ‘oy Oi felt 'bout ‘er. We fought...it wus an accident. Oi swear.” I could hear a faint sigh on the other line before Key spoke once more. “Mac, jist leave de body an' come over ter Nathaniel’s. Ye don’t need ter go 'um t'night.” He said. I couldn’t just leave her, but bringing her to a hospital would just make the reality of what had happened more real. I nodded. “Al' roi', but still 'urts.” I said. Maybe what I needed was to get away, for a while at least, but my broken heart wouldn’t ever be fixed. Six months to the day had passed since I’d killed the love of my life. Each day was just as hard as the first and some days it was even harder. I went to Barbie’s funeral which had been held in Los Angeles, where she was from. There I met the rest of her family who cried along with me as they lowered the coffin into the consecrated earth. The day after the body had been found, I went to the morgue as Riot and asked for her autopsy report. I didn’t know what I was going to find, but what I had found broke my heart even more. She’d been pregnant; with my child. It ate me up inside. Why hadn’t she told me? Didn’t I have a right to know? I sat in the back of a limo, Key on my left and Nathaniel next to him. As always, they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other, but it didn’t bother me. I was used to it now. I adjusted my tie as the limo stopped and stepped out, Key and Nathaniel not far behind. I didn’t know why I was going to this stupid party. Key had told me that it would be good for me, and help me to get over what happened, but I doubt it would. I walked through the door and was instantly abandoned by Key and Nathaniel. I looked around briefly, where I then spotted her. She had long dark hair that was styled in large dark curls that cascaded down her back, her plump lips were painted a bright red, her eyes like a caramel chocolate, and it all complimented the long flowing silver gown that she wore. She was beautiful, but she would never replace my Barbie.
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