Characters/Ship: Itzy Chaeryeong/Ryujin Tags: major character death, characters doing bad things, and killing each other, possession(?) Permission to Remix: Yes -
Chaeryeong knows how she’s going to die. It will be Ryujin, and it will be her own fault. She’d made peace with that years ago. The only hard part now is not letting that get in the way of her life.
They hadn’t know what they had woken up then. All they’d wanted was power. The rest of them had gotten it without the monster. Only Chaeryeong’s palms itch to close around a neck. It was still a game to them. Chaeryeong watches them laugh and peel off their sweaty rubber masks as they empty their bags after a job. Chaeryeong wishes she could laugh along.
She can sate it sometimes—the need—with a stranger in a bathroom, gurgling and choking as Chaeryeong lowers them softly to the floor before taping an “Out of Order” sign to the door.
But not always.
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She wakes up with her hands closed around Ryujins throat. Again. She scrambles backwards off the bed, hitting the floor hard when her legs get tangled in the sheets.
Chaeryeong picks herself up off the ground, staring down at her hands as if they had betrayed her. She wonders for a second if getting rid of them will stop this from happening. She knows it won’t. Next time, it would be her teeth around Ryujin’s throat instead. It’s her mind that is the problem.
She looks around at the other girls, all sleeping quietly on their own beds and she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Then she sees the reflections of Ryujin’s eyes in the dark and she freezes.
Ryujin stares back at her, seemingly just as frozen. It’s too dark to tell if she’s scared. She should be—Chaeryeong is. Then, carefully, slowly, Ryujin pulls the sheets back onto the bed before laying back down and closing her eyes. Chaeryeong wishes she knew what Ryujin was thinking.
—
It ends like this:
Chaeryeong struggles under Ryujin, clawing at her forearms as Ryujin closes her hands tighter around Chaeryeong’s neck. The edges of her vision go in and out, and there’s an awful pressure behind her eyes, like she needs to cry, but she can’t. Chaeryeong supposes she doesn’t really deserve it.
She wishes she could see Ryujin’s face. But she’s wearing her mask again. The $5 generic ghoul mask they’d picked up from the halloween store when they had started this whole thing. Chaeryeong’s own is only a few feet away. She pats at the ground, seeing if she can feel it. She doesn’t want Ryujin to see her like this. She wonders if Ryujin would let her feel her neck as she dies. She knows she won’t.
[FILL] hands around her neck
Tags: major character death, characters doing bad things, and killing each other, possession(?)
Permission to Remix: Yes
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Chaeryeong knows how she’s going to die. It will be Ryujin, and it will be her own fault. She’d made peace with that years ago. The only hard part now is not letting that get in the way of her life.
They hadn’t know what they had woken up then. All they’d wanted was power. The rest of them had gotten it without the monster. Only Chaeryeong’s palms itch to close around a neck. It was still a game to them. Chaeryeong watches them laugh and peel off their sweaty rubber masks as they empty their bags after a job. Chaeryeong wishes she could laugh along.
She can sate it sometimes—the need—with a stranger in a bathroom, gurgling and choking as Chaeryeong lowers them softly to the floor before taping an “Out of Order” sign to the door.
But not always.
—
She wakes up with her hands closed around Ryujins throat. Again. She scrambles backwards off the bed, hitting the floor hard when her legs get tangled in the sheets.
Chaeryeong picks herself up off the ground, staring down at her hands as if they had betrayed her. She wonders for a second if getting rid of them will stop this from happening. She knows it won’t. Next time, it would be her teeth around Ryujin’s throat instead. It’s her mind that is the problem.
She looks around at the other girls, all sleeping quietly on their own beds and she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Then she sees the reflections of Ryujin’s eyes in the dark and she freezes.
Ryujin stares back at her, seemingly just as frozen. It’s too dark to tell if she’s scared. She should be—Chaeryeong is. Then, carefully, slowly, Ryujin pulls the sheets back onto the bed before laying back down and closing her eyes. Chaeryeong wishes she knew what Ryujin was thinking.
—
It ends like this:
Chaeryeong struggles under Ryujin, clawing at her forearms as Ryujin closes her hands tighter around Chaeryeong’s neck. The edges of her vision go in and out, and there’s an awful pressure behind her eyes, like she needs to cry, but she can’t. Chaeryeong supposes she doesn’t really deserve it.
She wishes she could see Ryujin’s face. But she’s wearing her mask again. The $5 generic ghoul mask they’d picked up from the halloween store when they had started this whole thing. Chaeryeong’s own is only a few feet away. She pats at the ground, seeing if she can feel it. She doesn’t want Ryujin to see her like this. She wonders if Ryujin would let her feel her neck as she dies. She knows she won’t.