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[Title] Missed Opportunity
[Fandom] Ben Elton's Dead Famous
[Rating] R for mention of sex and violence, and language.
[Notes/Summary} Pretty big SPOILERS for the book if you haven't read it. The killer muses on how things could have been.
I'm still sorry I didn't manage to set it up so she died inside the box. Would've been impossible, of course. Although... it was so dark, and they were all so pissed by then, maybe I could have stripped off and snuck in, they wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
Why am I sorry? How fucking stupid are you? Can you imagine it? They don't realise at first that one of them's dead, they're all too busy doing the nasty, and then - hell, maybe it goes on until morning, but then they come out, the lights come up - and we realise they're all covered in blood. They've been bumping uglies all night but it was blood rather than sweat all along. And we get it, and they get it, and then we see one of them's still in there, not moving.
Now that's good telly.
[Title] Looking Fear in the Face
[Fandom] Malory Towers/Repo! The Genetic Opera
[Rating] PG-13 for mention of gore and violence
[Notes/Summary] Walking home one night, Alicia sees a familiar figure.
It was a cold, damp night when Alicia saw the Repo Man for the first time.
She was crossing the bridge. Later than she should have been, but she'd been enjoying the talk in the common room and unwilling to let it end just because dark was falling. And even when she left, the sky was bright with the streetlights and advertisements glowing above her. She could run fast, she was keeping her wits about her, and she didn't owe anyone anything that they might try to collect on. But then she crossed over the black water and then she saw movement below, on the steps down to the river edge. Why she stopped to look, she was never sure. But there were two figures. One was sprawled on its back, its skin and open chest cavity glistening in the lights. The other stood over it, shrouded in a black mask and cloak, holding more glisten in one gloved hand.
Alicia didn't find herself scared. Why should she? She was careful. She wasn't silly enough to think that she should spend money she hadn't got on operations she didn't need. Her usual good health had served her well when the epidemic struck - all she'd lost had been one kidney. And she'd refused to take Zydrate, as well. She wasn't that weak, and besides, the pain afterwards had been a useful reminder not to make this a habit.
She made her payments every month and if anyone sneered at her for her lack of surgery, she cut them right back down in return. She wasn't scared of anyone's opinion, and she wasn't scared of repossession either.
But now, on the bridge with the breeze flicking the back of her neck and the silent, dark figure below her, she felt a flicker of... apprehension, if nothing else.
The Repo Man looked round at her. It - or he, Alicia supposed - was smaller than she'd expected, no taller than Alicia herself. The mask was a whole-head one, with opaque glass for the eyes. It stood and it watched her and something occurred to Alicia for the first time. Normally, nothing ever worried her enough to make her careful. Normally, she trusted to luck and to confidence that she could cope with any situation that came along.
Her cautious behaviour when it came to surgery suggested that she was scared. Just a little.
But that was no reason to give in to it.
She straightened her back, made herself smile, and called down, lightly, "Don't look at me like that. Your masters know I don't owe them anything."
But then she walked away, as if she didn't want a confrontation. Although that was just cautious, too.
***
June stood still, the heart cooling in her hand, until her cousin had disappeared into the lights of the main streets. She could feel her face growing blank under the mask, as if she'd been made furiously angry and was fighting not to show it. Perhaps she was worried that if she moved, something might give her away.
Although what did she have to be ashamed of, really? She wasn't breaking any laws. Nor was she hunting down people who didn't deserve it. She looked for the addicts, the profligate spenders, the scatter-brained, the lazy. The stupid. Only a fool would fall behind on their payments, after all.
Alicia had never missed one.
But Alicia had disappeared now, and so June bent down to place the hot, wet heart in the cold storage box. Through her glove she could barely feel the icy chill, and the only clue that she was holding a human organ was the faint smell of blood in the air.
She had nothing to be ashamed of. She performed a necessary task, and, what was more, she was very good at it. The Largos had mocked her when she had interviewed for it, had asked her how she thought a young, skinny girl would be able to chase down and cut out the organs of people twice her size. They'd been a little more understanding when she had taken the brain out of her satchel. Of course, it had belonged to her neighbour, so retrieving it hadn't been that difficult. But it was the spectacle which counted. And once they'd let her try - well, she'd proved herself. She'd proved that she could run, and jump, and think quickly, and do what needed to be done, and never give up.
Even when her cousin looked down on her from above.
June felt her mouth curve into a smile. Alicia could never do this. She wouldn't ever admit it, but it was obvious that this was perhaps the only thing that could actually scare her. That was why she was so scathing of people who went under the knife every month.
Perhaps that was why June had taken the job. Or perhaps, just to ensure that if people were hunted through the streets, that she would be the one doing the hunting.
Oh, well. It didn't matter. She didn't feel much at all, either way. She clicked the cooler closed, and began walking again.
[Fandom] Ben Elton's Dead Famous
[Rating] R for mention of sex and violence, and language.
[Notes/Summary} Pretty big SPOILERS for the book if you haven't read it. The killer muses on how things could have been.
I'm still sorry I didn't manage to set it up so she died inside the box. Would've been impossible, of course. Although... it was so dark, and they were all so pissed by then, maybe I could have stripped off and snuck in, they wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
Why am I sorry? How fucking stupid are you? Can you imagine it? They don't realise at first that one of them's dead, they're all too busy doing the nasty, and then - hell, maybe it goes on until morning, but then they come out, the lights come up - and we realise they're all covered in blood. They've been bumping uglies all night but it was blood rather than sweat all along. And we get it, and they get it, and then we see one of them's still in there, not moving.
Now that's good telly.
[Title] Looking Fear in the Face
[Fandom] Malory Towers/Repo! The Genetic Opera
[Rating] PG-13 for mention of gore and violence
[Notes/Summary] Walking home one night, Alicia sees a familiar figure.
It was a cold, damp night when Alicia saw the Repo Man for the first time.
She was crossing the bridge. Later than she should have been, but she'd been enjoying the talk in the common room and unwilling to let it end just because dark was falling. And even when she left, the sky was bright with the streetlights and advertisements glowing above her. She could run fast, she was keeping her wits about her, and she didn't owe anyone anything that they might try to collect on. But then she crossed over the black water and then she saw movement below, on the steps down to the river edge. Why she stopped to look, she was never sure. But there were two figures. One was sprawled on its back, its skin and open chest cavity glistening in the lights. The other stood over it, shrouded in a black mask and cloak, holding more glisten in one gloved hand.
Alicia didn't find herself scared. Why should she? She was careful. She wasn't silly enough to think that she should spend money she hadn't got on operations she didn't need. Her usual good health had served her well when the epidemic struck - all she'd lost had been one kidney. And she'd refused to take Zydrate, as well. She wasn't that weak, and besides, the pain afterwards had been a useful reminder not to make this a habit.
She made her payments every month and if anyone sneered at her for her lack of surgery, she cut them right back down in return. She wasn't scared of anyone's opinion, and she wasn't scared of repossession either.
But now, on the bridge with the breeze flicking the back of her neck and the silent, dark figure below her, she felt a flicker of... apprehension, if nothing else.
The Repo Man looked round at her. It - or he, Alicia supposed - was smaller than she'd expected, no taller than Alicia herself. The mask was a whole-head one, with opaque glass for the eyes. It stood and it watched her and something occurred to Alicia for the first time. Normally, nothing ever worried her enough to make her careful. Normally, she trusted to luck and to confidence that she could cope with any situation that came along.
Her cautious behaviour when it came to surgery suggested that she was scared. Just a little.
But that was no reason to give in to it.
She straightened her back, made herself smile, and called down, lightly, "Don't look at me like that. Your masters know I don't owe them anything."
But then she walked away, as if she didn't want a confrontation. Although that was just cautious, too.
***
June stood still, the heart cooling in her hand, until her cousin had disappeared into the lights of the main streets. She could feel her face growing blank under the mask, as if she'd been made furiously angry and was fighting not to show it. Perhaps she was worried that if she moved, something might give her away.
Although what did she have to be ashamed of, really? She wasn't breaking any laws. Nor was she hunting down people who didn't deserve it. She looked for the addicts, the profligate spenders, the scatter-brained, the lazy. The stupid. Only a fool would fall behind on their payments, after all.
Alicia had never missed one.
But Alicia had disappeared now, and so June bent down to place the hot, wet heart in the cold storage box. Through her glove she could barely feel the icy chill, and the only clue that she was holding a human organ was the faint smell of blood in the air.
She had nothing to be ashamed of. She performed a necessary task, and, what was more, she was very good at it. The Largos had mocked her when she had interviewed for it, had asked her how she thought a young, skinny girl would be able to chase down and cut out the organs of people twice her size. They'd been a little more understanding when she had taken the brain out of her satchel. Of course, it had belonged to her neighbour, so retrieving it hadn't been that difficult. But it was the spectacle which counted. And once they'd let her try - well, she'd proved herself. She'd proved that she could run, and jump, and think quickly, and do what needed to be done, and never give up.
Even when her cousin looked down on her from above.
June felt her mouth curve into a smile. Alicia could never do this. She wouldn't ever admit it, but it was obvious that this was perhaps the only thing that could actually scare her. That was why she was so scathing of people who went under the knife every month.
Perhaps that was why June had taken the job. Or perhaps, just to ensure that if people were hunted through the streets, that she would be the one doing the hunting.
Oh, well. It didn't matter. She didn't feel much at all, either way. She clicked the cooler closed, and began walking again.