Mixed MO or I need to write something happy
...but the scenario has been in my head for days:
"First Blood"
By the window, Anna turns the glass in her hand, catching the light, "you have a good memory, Mr.Monroe."
....
"That cut was not meant to kill, he finishes with strangulation, he /starts/ with that cut, /beneath/ the throat, across the collarbone. That's the very first thing he did, before I even saw him, he had his arm around my chest, and then he drew first blood."
"It's a cut he starts with, to put the victims into a state of compliant shock."
.....
"Then he twist me and shoved, and I landed on my back, and my first sight of him would be him hovering over me with the knife, that had my blood on it."
"Looking back at all the photographs of girls with the same mark, I'm quite sure now that /logically/ speaking, that there was nothing I should be ashamed off, to be too scared to struggle. It worked on other girls, that's why he tried it too, with me."
"What I'm saying is, they are calling me that one girl who was brave enough to fight - they are saying without saying outloud, that I was that one, brave, /little/ girl who chose 'chastity' over life, that is not true.
"Blood was coating my chest from the slash just beneath my throat, I was twelve and I didn't want to die. I /cooperated/, and I wouldn't have fought at all, had I not been suddenly sure that he was going to kill me. He wasn't wearing a mask and he kept telling me to look at him."
"I know that he couldn't be counting on my silence, although afterwards, I was silent, that he had fondled me was shameful, and that I had KILLED him was impossible to /say/, but I knew he wasn't counting on my shocked silence - the first thing he did, the slash beneath my throat, it tore my shirt, and I bled enough there, down my front, that it took me great troubles to hid it afterwards. If I hadn't done it well, most little girls couldn't have, an adult would have noticed, and then I could have identiflied him."
"So I know, because he didn't hide his face, that he was going to kill me."
ETA: sauce of madness: this is one part a decade of fear I had as that junior high kid who often only leaves for home when the library closes at 8:30pm, one part flesh memory of the time someone grabbed me from behind (but it was in a public place, long story short it ended there), and one part the adult rewatch of PB that had me wondering if the slashes across Inigo's cheeks were not the last thing the ebil Duke did, but the FIRST, before the fight could even properly begun, if it was fair at all, dude, even if Inigo was in the same weight class, the fact that the Duke JUST murdered his father meant that he'll be in a Great Emotional State so it won't be a fair fight. I just see it as the Duke slashing his cheeks at the beginning of the fight, toying with the kid, and then basically grind him into the ground with his foot, i.e. Overkill.
"First Blood"
By the window, Anna turns the glass in her hand, catching the light, "you have a good memory, Mr.Monroe."
....
"That cut was not meant to kill, he finishes with strangulation, he /starts/ with that cut, /beneath/ the throat, across the collarbone. That's the very first thing he did, before I even saw him, he had his arm around my chest, and then he drew first blood."
"It's a cut he starts with, to put the victims into a state of compliant shock."
.....
"Then he twist me and shoved, and I landed on my back, and my first sight of him would be him hovering over me with the knife, that had my blood on it."
"Looking back at all the photographs of girls with the same mark, I'm quite sure now that /logically/ speaking, that there was nothing I should be ashamed off, to be too scared to struggle. It worked on other girls, that's why he tried it too, with me."
"What I'm saying is, they are calling me that one girl who was brave enough to fight - they are saying without saying outloud, that I was that one, brave, /little/ girl who chose 'chastity' over life, that is not true.
"Blood was coating my chest from the slash just beneath my throat, I was twelve and I didn't want to die. I /cooperated/, and I wouldn't have fought at all, had I not been suddenly sure that he was going to kill me. He wasn't wearing a mask and he kept telling me to look at him."
"I know that he couldn't be counting on my silence, although afterwards, I was silent, that he had fondled me was shameful, and that I had KILLED him was impossible to /say/, but I knew he wasn't counting on my shocked silence - the first thing he did, the slash beneath my throat, it tore my shirt, and I bled enough there, down my front, that it took me great troubles to hid it afterwards. If I hadn't done it well, most little girls couldn't have, an adult would have noticed, and then I could have identiflied him."
"So I know, because he didn't hide his face, that he was going to kill me."
ETA: sauce of madness: this is one part a decade of fear I had as that junior high kid who often only leaves for home when the library closes at 8:30pm, one part flesh memory of the time someone grabbed me from behind (but it was in a public place, long story short it ended there), and one part the adult rewatch of PB that had me wondering if the slashes across Inigo's cheeks were not the last thing the ebil Duke did, but the FIRST, before the fight could even properly begun, if it was fair at all, dude, even if Inigo was in the same weight class, the fact that the Duke JUST murdered his father meant that he'll be in a Great Emotional State so it won't be a fair fight. I just see it as the Duke slashing his cheeks at the beginning of the fight, toying with the kid, and then basically grind him into the ground with his foot, i.e. Overkill.