Darkfic Extra: Untitled fic (for nagi_schwarz)
Title: Untitled
Written for: nagi_schwarz
Rating: FRT, as per the FR Rating System
Warnings: Like all my fics, read at your own risk
Gift #1: Quiet, serious, ruthlessly death-dealing Duo gone off the rails, drained of all but the most morbid gallows humor, as a mission-based serial killer being hunted by the Preventers.
Has to be done. War is the condition that exists when factions compete for limited resources, and nothing limits resources like overpopulation. Wasn't that why the colonies were built in the first place? Too many people on earth? This is just a bit of street cleaning. It's all for their benefit. Can't they see that?
No, all they see is the god of Death as a loose cannon. Loose beam cannon. Don't want any more beam cannons. No more war. Only one way to do that. Have to eliminate the problem. Have to kill the true authors of war.
It's only the foulest perpetrators, don't they get it? I never murdered anyone with only one or two. I only kill the ones with five or more. Those brainless mouthbreeders want the death of us all; they vote for a new war with their wombs. So the womb pollution has to stop, and I'm the one to do it.
Awww, does it hurt, Mommy? Gee, I'm really sorry to tie you down to your own bed like this, but the scene of the crime is always the best place for this. This is where it happened, isn't it? Where your old man fucked your ugly ass and created the need for another war to wipe out the surplus? If you bitches would just stop creating surplus, we wouldn't need war to thin the population. Can't you see that, you selfish bitch? Can't those fucking Preventers see that? I guess they don't or they wouldn't be chasing me. They'd be helping me. I thought Wufei at least was my friend. Sally I can see-she's a woman, and it's probably too close to home for her.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to cause you any discomfort, you goddamn cunt. Just like you bitches don't mean to cause genocide by having so many goddamn babies. Babies and babies. Billions and trillions of your fucking babies. Tell me something before I kill you, Twat. Why fourteen? How come one isn't enough for you? I mean, look at you. You're fat and ugly and goddamn stupid. Why the fuck would you think it was a good thing to multiply your mediocrity in double digits?
Stop that, you shithead. Vivisection doesn't hurt much if you'd just hold still while I'm cutting. Oh, please feel free to scream your head off. Reminds me of those poor fuckers you murdered during the war. Screaming their heads off as they burned to death, or fell to their deaths, or got sucked into the vacuum of space and asphyxiated. Kids really, all of them. Well, a kid for a kid, I say. Just how pregnant are you? Oh, never mind. We'll see in a second when I cut this little bastard out of you.
Wait, what was that? Thought I heard something downstairs. Fuck that. They couldn't have found me already. Once I kill you it won't matter anyway, though. After all the coverage the story gets when I'm captured, there will be plenty of copycat killers to keep you bitches in line. If you won't use contraceptives by choice, we'll just make you too terrified to get pregnant. Damn, how many of you cunt holes have I whacked now? And you keep coming. Then you crazy hoes complain about poverty, global warming and water shortages? What the hell did you fucktards think were the causes? Just die already, you selfish shit. If you're too stupid to see how your selfish behavior compromises the quality of life for everyone else on the planet, then just fucking die already. We don't need any more stupid people.
Oh, it's a girl. How about that. Probably would have been cute if she'd lived. But with a shitty, selfish ass of a mother like you, she's probably better off dead. Wonder what your old man will think of you now when he walks in and sees your nasty, cut up corpse. Eh, if he'd fuck you before, then he'd probably fuck you now. Maybe that's him coming up the stairs. Aww, don't you want to hang on long enough to see his expression, you fucked up ho? Fine; die then. I was tired of you anyway. Where's that camera I saw a minute ago? Ah, there it is. I'll take a photo of your old man and show it to you in Hell the next time I see you. Funny, your old man sounds familiar. Where have I heard that voice before?
Wait, that's not...
Oh, I see. Okay, I knew it would happen eventually. Ready for it, really.
They're here.
Written for: nagi_schwarz
Rating: FRT, as per the FR Rating System
Warnings: Like all my fics, read at your own risk
Gift #1: Quiet, serious, ruthlessly death-dealing Duo gone off the rails, drained of all but the most morbid gallows humor, as a mission-based serial killer being hunted by the Preventers.
Has to be done. War is the condition that exists when factions compete for limited resources, and nothing limits resources like overpopulation. Wasn't that why the colonies were built in the first place? Too many people on earth? This is just a bit of street cleaning. It's all for their benefit. Can't they see that?
No, all they see is the god of Death as a loose cannon. Loose beam cannon. Don't want any more beam cannons. No more war. Only one way to do that. Have to eliminate the problem. Have to kill the true authors of war.
It's only the foulest perpetrators, don't they get it? I never murdered anyone with only one or two. I only kill the ones with five or more. Those brainless mouthbreeders want the death of us all; they vote for a new war with their wombs. So the womb pollution has to stop, and I'm the one to do it.
Awww, does it hurt, Mommy? Gee, I'm really sorry to tie you down to your own bed like this, but the scene of the crime is always the best place for this. This is where it happened, isn't it? Where your old man fucked your ugly ass and created the need for another war to wipe out the surplus? If you bitches would just stop creating surplus, we wouldn't need war to thin the population. Can't you see that, you selfish bitch? Can't those fucking Preventers see that? I guess they don't or they wouldn't be chasing me. They'd be helping me. I thought Wufei at least was my friend. Sally I can see-she's a woman, and it's probably too close to home for her.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to cause you any discomfort, you goddamn cunt. Just like you bitches don't mean to cause genocide by having so many goddamn babies. Babies and babies. Billions and trillions of your fucking babies. Tell me something before I kill you, Twat. Why fourteen? How come one isn't enough for you? I mean, look at you. You're fat and ugly and goddamn stupid. Why the fuck would you think it was a good thing to multiply your mediocrity in double digits?
Stop that, you shithead. Vivisection doesn't hurt much if you'd just hold still while I'm cutting. Oh, please feel free to scream your head off. Reminds me of those poor fuckers you murdered during the war. Screaming their heads off as they burned to death, or fell to their deaths, or got sucked into the vacuum of space and asphyxiated. Kids really, all of them. Well, a kid for a kid, I say. Just how pregnant are you? Oh, never mind. We'll see in a second when I cut this little bastard out of you.
Wait, what was that? Thought I heard something downstairs. Fuck that. They couldn't have found me already. Once I kill you it won't matter anyway, though. After all the coverage the story gets when I'm captured, there will be plenty of copycat killers to keep you bitches in line. If you won't use contraceptives by choice, we'll just make you too terrified to get pregnant. Damn, how many of you cunt holes have I whacked now? And you keep coming. Then you crazy hoes complain about poverty, global warming and water shortages? What the hell did you fucktards think were the causes? Just die already, you selfish shit. If you're too stupid to see how your selfish behavior compromises the quality of life for everyone else on the planet, then just fucking die already. We don't need any more stupid people.
Oh, it's a girl. How about that. Probably would have been cute if she'd lived. But with a shitty, selfish ass of a mother like you, she's probably better off dead. Wonder what your old man will think of you now when he walks in and sees your nasty, cut up corpse. Eh, if he'd fuck you before, then he'd probably fuck you now. Maybe that's him coming up the stairs. Aww, don't you want to hang on long enough to see his expression, you fucked up ho? Fine; die then. I was tired of you anyway. Where's that camera I saw a minute ago? Ah, there it is. I'll take a photo of your old man and show it to you in Hell the next time I see you. Funny, your old man sounds familiar. Where have I heard that voice before?
Wait, that's not...
Oh, I see. Okay, I knew it would happen eventually. Ready for it, really.
They're here.