!H8UfLAg.DQ 2011/05/08 (Sun) 22:54 No. 140741 ▼ File 130489525444.jpg - (480.06KB, 500x900 , STOP.jpg)
“Don't give her the knife!” you tell the other Parsee, after a moment of considering doing the exact opposite, and telling her to give her twin the knife.
As counter-productive as it might seem to tell someone who has a knife but doesn't want to stab you with it to give that knife to someone who does want to stab you with it, some part of you wonders if it wouldn't result in the Parsee who doesn't want to stab you to do something more proactive than simply refusing to stab you. Stabbing her twin, for example.
Though you do believe it might certainly be a means of ending this situation, you decide against even trying to go that route for the sake of your conscience, if nothing else. As comfortable as you've become with the notion of manipulating little girls, you're still not sure you care to upgrade yourself to manipulating mentally-unstable women into doing things like using knives on themselves.
“Oh, don't listen to him.” the Parsee on top of you says, tilting her head in your direction. “Of course he doesn't want this to happen! He has so much to live for, and so many who would miss him! Isn't that right, darling?”
“You don't want to do this, Parsee.” you continue, ignoring the woman sitting on top of you. “If you wanted to do it, you would have done it, but you haven't, so you don't. See? It just makes sense. You feel like you shouldn't do this, and you should go with that feeling. The feeling of not doing this. 'This' being the giving of that knife to her, and letting her do what she wants to do with that knife and me.”
“But you do want to do this, don't you? That's why I'm here, isn't it?” the not-so-nice Parsee says. Though her head is turned away from you, you can practically hear the smile in her voice.
“Ah! Ah! But if you're there, that means you also don't want to do this! Which is why you're there. Because you don't want to do this.”
“Oh, what does he know about what you do or don't want? Hmm? He only met you just yesterday, while we have been together for how long? Do you think he really knows you better than you know yourself?”
“Okay, it's true that we only just met yesterday, but still! I like to think I'm a pretty good judge of character, especially when it comes to people who do or don't want to kill me, and you, Parsee? You are definitely someone I think fits in the 'does not want to kill me' category. When I first saw you, the first thing I thought was 'I bet this nice-looking lady doesn't want to kill me.' And, so far, you have proven me right on that.”
“Isn't that cute? He actually expects you to believe he was thinking about you!”
“I did!”
“Oh, of course he did. Right up until he ditched you at the first chance he got, that is.”
“That wasn't my fault, you know.”
“Of course it wasn't! Just like it wasn't his fault he stumbled upon you later that night, and had no choice but to deal with you again, right? Just another accident that he should find you when he did. Just like now, don't you think?”
“Yes, that time was certainly like this time, in a way. They both had a distinct tone of you not wanting to kill me, and that's been working out quite well for both of us, don't you agree? Maybe we can try and keep that going, and what would really help in that is not giving the knife to little Miss Stabs-a-lot here.”
“Oh, yes. Let's not kill him, so that we can continue this happy little farce where he pretends to give a damn about you, right up until he leaves you again to carry on with his merry band of whores!”
“The only pretending going on is Miss Crankypants, here, and her trying to pretend she doesn't want to come along with us. Do you, Parsee? Do you want to come with us? Because you can, if you want!”
“How sweet is that? Inviting you along with him! Completely forgetting that teensy little part where you can't go along. But it's the thought that counts, right?”
“Look, Parsee, I know you have your job or duty or whatever you call it, but you know that doesn't have to be all there is for you! If you want more, you can have more, you just have to find the way to get it!”
“Like you've never thought of that before? Never wondered, and hoped, and dreamed, only to have it all come crashing back down? Really, now, is it necessary to go over all of this again? He's only doing this to save his own hide, anyway!”
“Am not!”
“Face it, you know how this will end. All any of this is accomplishing is delaying the inevitable, for him and for you. If you're going to have any control over any of this, now is the time to do it. Believe me, if you don't do this now you will regret it.”
“But not nearly as much as you will regret doing this thing that she wants you to do, Parsee. So, you know, don't do it. Please?”
“This is your last chance. Give me the knife.”
Shifting about uncomfortably, Parsee silently stands and listens to you and her murderous double make your respective cases. Clutching the knife tightly to her chest, as if she were afraid someone might come and snatch it away from her, she looks uncertainly at the two of you, clearly struggling with the choice presented to her.
It's a choice that, to you, seems like an easy one to make. Then again, you have to admit you are just a little biased.
After what feels like an eternity of waiting, her lips part, and you find yourself straining your ears to listen as she answers with a single, softly-spoken word.
”...no.”
“Hmm? Come again? I didn't quite catch that.” the Parsee on top of you says, shifting her body to get a better look at herself.
“N-no.” the other Parsee says, shakily but more loudly. “I, I'm not going to do it! I won't!”
“Really.”
“R-really!”
“Aw, that's too bad.” Parsee shrugs, sounding far less upset and disappointed than you would have expected. As she turns back to you, you see that she doesn't even look disappointed, either. “Did you hear that? She won't give me the knife, after all. How cruel of her.”
“Yeah, that's a real shame.” you reply with more than smidgen of sarcasm, at once both annoyed yet unnerved at the strange smile the woman sitting on you is sporting. For someone who just lost a fight with herself, she seems to be in awfully high spirits. “If we're quite finished, though, could you let me up, now?”
“Oh, but darling, we're not finished. Not yet.” Leaning down over you, her smile slowly getting wider, Parsee rests one of her hands on your chest as the other begins to rummage around in the folds of clothes, as if searching for something.
“What? You heard, um, you! You're not getting that knife!”
“I know, darling. That's so cruel of me, isn't it?” she says with a blatantly-fake pout. “If I was going to kill you, I would have at least tried to make it quick and painless. Well, relatively quick and painless.”
'Relatively'? Relative to what? you wonder, but don't dare ask.
You get the feeling you wouldn't like the answer.
Suddenly, Parsee pulls herself back, sitting up straight as she apparently finds whatever it was she was looking for in her clothes.
You can't help but notice she's still smiling.
“I had wanted to make this easy for all of us. But, wouldn't you know it, I just had to go and insist on doing things the hard way!” Parsee says, casting a glance at her much nicer counterpart. “But that's alright, darling. I can still take care of you. I'll just have to use these instead!”
From the folds of her clothes, Parsee produces a small hammer and several large nails, holding them up so that you and her other half can see them clearly.
“Care to guess what these are for, darling?” Parsee smiles. “I'll give you a hint~! I'm not fixing a bridge.”
Yep, you were right. You don't like this.
You don't like this at all.
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Okay, so I kinda fell asleep last night.
More to come later.
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