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kh_drabbleTitle: And Nothing Nice
Challenge: [250] Sugar and Spice
Word Count: 506
Notes: Not a happy holiday drabble. I hope the connection between the challenge and the actual content makes sense, it did in my brain. Also, alternate titles can include “why iki_teru never writes the bad guys”, but hey this was kind of a personal challenge for me too. Edited heavily tweaked by the skilled and always wonderful hand of Ceci ♥ so if you've already read this, give it another read through, and if you like it, make sure to give her some love too ♥
Larxene comes across the little boy a mile or so outside of the town. He's hugging his knee and crying - tears and snot drip in long streams down his face - and making a terrible noise that makes her think of a cow in its death throes. For one lightning-quick moment she entertains the idea of slitting his throat, right here. But there is no joy in killing children; they are far too innocent, too trusting, and precious few of them ever beg for their lives the way their adult counterparts are so quick to do.
Instead she kneels next to the boy, places a hand gently against his shoulder and says, "oh my," as sweetly as she can.
He looks up, startled, torn between scrambling away from the stranger or letting the new lady tend to his scraped leg. Larxene reins her expression in, keeps her teeth hidden behind a gentle smile. It's a simple trick she learned long ago - never let them see how sharp your teeth are, and it's harder for them to cry wolf.
She casts a healing spell on his injury. Children are such simple creatures. She could kill him now; the shock on his face would almost be worth his quiet death.
But no. Larxene ruffles his hair in a shameless display of affection. "You'd better run back to town, little boy." Her voice is honey-sweet. "There's going to be a big surprise."
She's still smiling that practiced, gentle expression; the little boy smiles in return, thinking the surprise is a good thing. He hugs her, wraps his chubby little arms around her knees, then prattles on in some language she can't be bothered to understand before running towards the town.
Larxene follows behind, not wanting to miss the fun. She keeps her smile pasted in place and waves the little boy forward; every so often he stops to shout something - something that sounds happy.
People are already screaming when they finally reach the town. The little boy seems to understand these are not joyful noises, sending a confused look behind him before he continues ahead. Still too trusting, she thinks.
When the first heartless comes bubbling out of the ground (just a shadow, but it wastes no time in skipping after the young heart) the little boy goes careening backwards with a gasp. Larxene catches him in her arms and he looks at her, grateful.
She smiles - all teeth now - and pushes the boy forward into the writhing mass of darkness.
Later, when she's lounging about back in Never Was, listening to the dull quiet of nothing, she'll recall the boy’s final moments. The way he screamed not once, but thrice. The way he beat helplessly at the claws tearing at his flesh, tearing into his flesh. His wild-eyed look of panic, his flailing struggle to escape, and then his sudden, final stillness as he stared back at her, lips parted in horrified realization.
She smiles again, glancing down at her empty hands.
"Surprise."
Challenge: [250] Sugar and Spice
Word Count: 506
Notes: Not a happy holiday drabble. I hope the connection between the challenge and the actual content makes sense, it did in my brain. Also, alternate titles can include “why iki_teru never writes the bad guys”, but hey this was kind of a personal challenge for me too. Edited heavily tweaked by the skilled and always wonderful hand of Ceci ♥ so if you've already read this, give it another read through, and if you like it, make sure to give her some love too ♥
Larxene comes across the little boy a mile or so outside of the town. He's hugging his knee and crying - tears and snot drip in long streams down his face - and making a terrible noise that makes her think of a cow in its death throes. For one lightning-quick moment she entertains the idea of slitting his throat, right here. But there is no joy in killing children; they are far too innocent, too trusting, and precious few of them ever beg for their lives the way their adult counterparts are so quick to do.
Instead she kneels next to the boy, places a hand gently against his shoulder and says, "oh my," as sweetly as she can.
He looks up, startled, torn between scrambling away from the stranger or letting the new lady tend to his scraped leg. Larxene reins her expression in, keeps her teeth hidden behind a gentle smile. It's a simple trick she learned long ago - never let them see how sharp your teeth are, and it's harder for them to cry wolf.
She casts a healing spell on his injury. Children are such simple creatures. She could kill him now; the shock on his face would almost be worth his quiet death.
But no. Larxene ruffles his hair in a shameless display of affection. "You'd better run back to town, little boy." Her voice is honey-sweet. "There's going to be a big surprise."
She's still smiling that practiced, gentle expression; the little boy smiles in return, thinking the surprise is a good thing. He hugs her, wraps his chubby little arms around her knees, then prattles on in some language she can't be bothered to understand before running towards the town.
Larxene follows behind, not wanting to miss the fun. She keeps her smile pasted in place and waves the little boy forward; every so often he stops to shout something - something that sounds happy.
People are already screaming when they finally reach the town. The little boy seems to understand these are not joyful noises, sending a confused look behind him before he continues ahead. Still too trusting, she thinks.
When the first heartless comes bubbling out of the ground (just a shadow, but it wastes no time in skipping after the young heart) the little boy goes careening backwards with a gasp. Larxene catches him in her arms and he looks at her, grateful.
She smiles - all teeth now - and pushes the boy forward into the writhing mass of darkness.
Later, when she's lounging about back in Never Was, listening to the dull quiet of nothing, she'll recall the boy’s final moments. The way he screamed not once, but thrice. The way he beat helplessly at the claws tearing at his flesh, tearing into his flesh. His wild-eyed look of panic, his flailing struggle to escape, and then his sudden, final stillness as he stared back at her, lips parted in horrified realization.
She smiles again, glancing down at her empty hands.
"Surprise."
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Date: 2011-01-03 06:32 am (UTC)Wow, I think I made that noise out loud when I finished reading this. Awesome job!
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Date: 2011-01-03 06:36 am (UTC)I'm glaaaaaad you liiiiiked iiiiiit :D first time writing Larxene because little miss
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Date: 2011-01-03 02:06 pm (UTC)She's actually one of my favorite villains to write for, cause she's just that .. sickeningly evil-sweet.
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Date: 2011-01-03 07:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 07:11 am (UTC)Thank you so much! I was honestly worried I had made her too nice! and, as always, I'm so happy you enjoyed it! ♥
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Date: 2011-01-03 07:51 am (UTC)Larxene is pretty much death in electric boots, covered by a very thin veneer of sweetness, and that's exactly what you've shown here. Plus, I'm not sure by what scale "pushing a small child to his bloody death" is "too nice." O_o
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Date: 2011-01-03 08:04 am (UTC)Larxene's scale, obv. She only indirectly caused the bleeding, where as she prefers to break even and fill her victim with lots of stabby bits via her own hands. >3
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Date: 2011-01-03 08:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-03 08:43 am (UTC)also. I heart you and your plethora of appropriate icons ♥
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Date: 2011-01-03 09:02 am (UTC)Thank you! Unfortunately, some of my best icons are Vanitas spoilers, so they get relegated to the bottom of the heap for now.
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