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- >Her determination terrifies you.
- >She lives in a world filled with depression and loss, all controlled by a certain delusion that you can fix it.
- >You’re just one man, living his own life.
- >No fucking way are you going to share it with Fluttershy.
- >Or rather, endure whatever madness she has.
- >You pry her hands away, and get up.
- “I won’t do it.”
- >You grab your underwear from the floor to put it on.
- >She jumps at you from behind, taking you down to the wooden floor.
- >Your body slams to the floor, stunned by what in the fuck just happened.
- >”Please! Give me a chance!” She begs.
- >You shake her off, and stand up.
- >When you tried to walk, she holds on to your ankles.
- >”Don’t do this!”
- >You shake her off one leg and move by stamping it forward, dragging her on the floor.
- >This goes on until you fall once more, but you prepare by grabbing your couch.
- >You hold yourself, but lurch closer to the ground.
- >Fluttershy climbs your leg, doing her best to haul you back down.
- >You fight this by standing back up, resuming your way back to the door. You pull the doorknob and point outside.
- “Get the fuck out!”
- >She lightly weeps into your ankle, grasping it even harder than before.
- >”Y… you.” She sniffs. “After pouring everything out, you’re going to treat me like this?!”
- “This is all of your shit, not mine. Now leave.”
- >She’s broken by your cruel, heartless request, staring at how pissed you really are.
- >Fluttershy grinds her teeth, appearing as if she’s ready for blood.
- >”I will get you, Anon. I promise you that.” She marches away.
- “If you’re going to promise anything, at least return Miss Alyssum’s cat.”
- >She stops in the middle of your pathway.
- >”She will get him back, Anon.” She says without moving her head.
- >Fluttershy continues on leaving your home, doing her best to keep her face hidden.
- >That night, you locked every door and window, making sure she wouldn’t break in.
- >You would have boarded them up, but your neighbours would find that suspicious and send you to the nut house.
- >If anything happens to you tonight, you can only wish that your death would be quick and painless.
- >But you’re taking this way too far.
- >You take a chair and use it to barricade your door.
- >After that is set in place, you jump into bed, holding your old, but trustful baseball bat under the bed sheet.
- >You turned on the AC, just so that you could keep cool without opening up a window.
- >If you need to pay extra on the electricity bill this month just so that you can live a little bit longer, it might be worth it.
- >You close your eyes and do your best to sleep, expecting to wake up in a few hours.
- >Your alarm went off.
- >It’s eight in the morning, and you’re still breathing.
- >None of your windows are broken, and the doors are still intact.
- >However, there is one thing that did look out of the ordinary.
- >There was a note sitting in front of your front door.
- >You open it up and read it.
- >”Dear Anon, it is a shame that you wouldn’t be all mine, so I thought that if I can’t be happy, no one can.“
- >There was a tiny red smear on the bottom right corner of the paper.
- >It has to be a bluff.
- >What can she do?
- >Thirty minutes later…
- >You straighten your tie before locking your door.
- >When you turn around, there was a police car parked in front of Miss Alyssum’s house.
- >Miss Alyssum was in her doorway, crying into a small tissue paper.
- >Two police officers were standing in front of her, one of which was holding out a box.
- >Your heart dropped in your chest, dreading what might have happened.
- >You approach them, hoping that you’re not intruding.
- “Miss Alyssum?”
- >”Sir, we’re in the middle of an investigation, it would be best if--”
- >”No, no. Let him stay.” Miss Alyssum excuses you in a weak tone.
- “What happened?”
- >”It’s Oliver.” She’s ready to cry once more.
- >Your fear filled senses tingle.
- >Both of the police officers look at the box.
- >It’s apparent to you on what’s inside, but you deny it.
- >”He… I can only hope that he didn’t suffer.”
- >She breaks down and cries into the tissue.
- >From the look on the officers, they resent the idea of taking the box away.
- >”Miss, if you want to, we can leave this with you. It may be evidence, but--”
- >”No.” She blows into her tissue. “I want you to find this sicko, and put them in jail for hurting my poor Oliver.”
- >”We can try, but this is like no other.”
- “Why is that, officer?”
- >They look at each other.
- >”Son, I’m sure that you’ve heard that ‘there is more than one way to skin a cat’.”
- >Sweet John Belushi...
- >From what you’ve heard, Fluttershy found three more.
- >Poor Oliver’s body was separated and each part was either sanded down, trimmed right open, or the skin was peeled off.
- >The last part… the officers couldn’t describe it.
- >”Forty years, and someone has the gall to do this?” The older officer belches. “I’ve seen terrible incidents, but nothing like this.”
- >”Anything that you might know about this?” The other officer asks you.
- “Why me?”
- >“You are her neighbor, there could be a possibility that you may know who what have done… this.”
- >You know damn well who it could be.
- >No, there is without a doubt that Fluttershy is the one who sent this as a ‘message’ for you.
- >With this note, it might prove further evidence that she did it.
- >Best part is that she might be sent off to a facility that will keep her far away from everyone else.
- >You have some regret to this, almost as if that this was your fault.
- >Screw that; Fluttershy harmed an innocent animal, something that she, of all people, wouldn’t do.
- >But the unthinkable happened, and now you have no choice.
- >You pull out the note.
- “Here, look for a woman with pink hair and a butterfly on her hairpin.”
- >The officers took the note and read it over.
- >”You mean, it was that girl?” Miss Alyssum starts to go along her theory. “I should have known! How could she?!”
- “I don’t know, I truly can’t understand it either.”
- >”What’s her name?”
- “Fluttershy. She’s a veterinarian.”
- >”Alright, we’ll try our best to figure this out. We should go and try to get this written up. Goodbye for now.” The officer carrying the box announces his departure.
- >”Do whatever you can, officer.” She wipes the tear off her face.
- >The other officer gestures the note to you, signaling if he could have a private conversation.
- “I need to go as well, Miss Alyssum.”
- >”Okay then, I don’t want to take up anymore of your time, Anon.”
- “I promise you this; she will pay.”
- >She nods, hiding the tissue inside her fist.
- >”Did you enjoy those brownies I gave you the other day?”
- “They were marvelous.”
- >She tries her best to smile.
- >”Would you like some more?”
- “Yes, please.”
- >In a struggle to keep those high spirits, she keeps the smile when closing the door.
- >You meet up with the officer who wanted to talk to you.
- >”Do you mind telling me on what’s going on here?” He shows you the note.
- “She has an obsession over me.”
- >”What caused her to do this?”
- “I refused to be hers.”
- >”Like, her property?”
- “That may as well be the case.”
- >”Not sure if that was the wisest choice, but this isn’t the place to discuss opinions.” He waives to his partner. “You should consider on upgrading your home security.”
- “I don’t have any.”
- >”Then you should get something. Today would be ideal, before she comes back for you.”
- >He begins walking back to his car.
- “You can’t patrol here later tonight?”
- >”We could, but my partner and I need to deal with stragglers hanging around sixth street and the occasional teenagers that stay out after ten o’clock.”
- >You watch him enter the police cruiser, they waste no time on driving off.
- >This is bad.
- >You can’t get a gun, not in less than sixteen hours.
- >At least, not legally.
- >And you can’t get a dog to protect you.
- >If Fluttershy lost her passionate way with animals, there’s no question that she will mangle the dog to get you.
- >You need to get some actual security, at any cost.
- >You realize that you will be late to work, so you made a quick search and find the first number that popped up.
- >You unlock your car and sit inside, waiting for someone to pick up.
- >”Hello, this is--”
- “Get me the best home security you have.”
- >You start the car.
- >”We do have our Safe and Secure package, but--”
- “I don’t care about the price, I need it done tonight.”
- >You buckle up before taking off the emergency brake.
- >”But--”
- “DO IT!”
- >And like that, you drove off, debating over the sales representative about the hasty order that must be done.
- >You skipped lunch today so that you can allow some fucker to install the home security system.
- >On the drive back, you think about the things that he said.
- >’If the alarm goes off, it will take seven minutes for the police to get here.’
- >After you screamed at him, it turns out that it is the average during the daytime.
- >At night, it might turn out differently by a couple of minutes.
- >Even with that, it still isn’t good enough.
- >You’re going to have to lay down some weapons around the house.
- >There is the tool set at the fireplace, so that might do it for the living room.
- >Kitchen is full of knives, so that’s covered.
- >You can stash your dad's switchblade in tomorrow's pair of pants.
- >Huh, you never thought that you would use that thing after he passed away
- >Someone honks their horn.
- >You notice that you’re still at an intersection, and the light turned green.
- >Out of spite, you roll down the window to flip him off while driving away.
- “Bastard.” You mumble to yourself, noticing that his car is looking smaller in the rear view mirror.
- >As it turns into a small dot, something pink slips out of the corner of your eye.
- >You’re imagining it, there’s no way that it’s her.
- >In the next turn, you see some fingers grasp the passenger seat.
- >No, she couldn’t.
- >If you stop this car, she’ll finish you here.
- >You see that there is a hill nearby.
- >Perfect.
- >If you’re going down, you’re taking her with you.
- >You hammer down the gas pedal, shifting gears quickly to keep up the speed.
- >You car bumps when traversing on the sidewalk, the tires run through the grass and dirt, spitting it everywhere.
- >The car begins climbing the hill.
- >”NO!” She jumps from the back to stop you by grabbing your arm.
- >In your fight to push her away, you spin the steering wheel.
- >As the car soars in the air, Fluttershy goes back in her seat.
- >With nothing but silence and the concrete closing in, you question if the afterlife will be worth it.
- >The car forces you forward before taking you on a ride.
- >As it rolls to the left, your head bounces around, while your body is restrained by the seat belt.
- >You close your eyes, hoping that it will end soon.
- >Your head dangles out of your seat, still attached to your body.
- >You open your eyes, blinking to adjust them.
- >A fire roars right beside you, whereas the windshield is cracked to a point that you can’t look outside.
- >The ceiling is covered with bits of glass, and some drops of blood drip from your head and onto the pieces.
- >You fiddle with the seatbelt, doing your best to get out of it.
- >With no effect, you decided to slam your fist on the seat belt.
- >It releases and quickly drops you to the glass below.
- “Argh!” You mumble in pain.
- >Through the sound of the crackling fire, the scraping glass catches your attention.
- >You crawl to the passenger window, ignoring the glass grazing your skin along the way.
- >There are long, jagged fragments of glass that are still hanging.
- >You use your other arm to clean out the rest.
- >It leaves some scratches, but you managed to get the most of it gone.
- >You climb through and fall on another set of glass shards.
- “Mother--” You grunt out.
- >You concentrate to stand up, and limp away.
- >Through the busted metal and shattered glass echoing in the background, you hear a female groaning.
- >A loud thump catches you off guard, followed by glass being scraped along the pavement.
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