DC/MK: Murderer
Fandom: DC/MK
Scene Title: Alternate Ending
Progress: WIP
"With every curtain fall, the stage resets and the characters start up the newest scene to the story. This one has been pretty gruesome, hasn't it? Blood and death and dying--white becoming black and justice taking the bullet to the heart, never to see loved ones again. It's sad isn't it? A tragedy no one would contrive--it would make too many people cry, wouldn't it?
"It's also too simple of an ending, if you ask me. Not enough twists and turns to make it suit the characters. Death is too easy an answer. Especially when one knows that the villain has already cheated death in its own game decades ago. When something like that was revealed--and the protagonist who cheated death in much the same manner was able to escape the inevitable trap of that immortality that could drive a person mad--how could the ending turn out the way it appeared?
"And what about the laughing jokester turning into a true criminal? Hands sullied in order to survive and live on in hopes of the justice and vengeance that crept deeper and deeper into his heart? What were these hands for, but for jokes and games? Ah, but that's the question that was left unanswered, isn't it? Two sides of a coin, prepared and in mint condition, ready to be used--just a flip of it will decide the fate of this sea of pitch darkness that's enveloped their lives. One will act as the bullet--the other, the one who lends the bullet his speed.
"It's the art of the actor and actress, disguises and roles being played to make the audience believe what they want to see. Isn't that right? You should know that better than anyone, Kuroba Kaito--no, Kaitou Kid.
"It's all for the sake of doing the right thing, by one's own standards as well as what is upheld by others. Spare one life even though it may be worth less than another--but what determines worth to a life and what value can another person bring to put an end to that life? You've always made things more complicated than they should be, Kudo Shinichi, tantei-san.
"Just wait, you two. I'll polish your silver coatings and then, when you're both finally ready--it'll be my steady hand to take aim and direct you along the paths you're destined for. So? How do you like the game so for? The performance is only half over--remember, there are still many parts to be played out.
"Break a leg, my darling boys."
They'd put him back into a cell. Not that it mattered much anymore. He would just wait his turn for the pit, just the same as before. That was where she had ordered them to put him, wasn't it? So just wait. Wait, wait, wait in silence and pitch darkness for the next time the door would open and--
Bodies were never usually what were dragged in.
That was too cruel, even for someone like Vermouth.
And Kaito couldn't help but throw one of the last knives hidden away on his person, purposefully left there by those in black who'd led him back down into the cell, at the person who had a hold of that body. "Don't touch him," he found himself nearly growling out as the man jumped back, scant inches from getting the knife in his back.
Grumbled words and cursing came but the man did nothing more than pick up the knife and walk out of the cell, slamming the door shut. The once-magician-turned-almost-assassin only stared into the dark, eyes trying to pinpoint without light where the body of that detective now lay, battered and dragged who knows where. Just stared and sat there, back against the wall, legs tucked in with his chin resting atop his knees, breathing, just breathing--
... breathing?
His own breath caught in his throat, and Kaito strained his ears, not daring to move as he heard that sound. Air. Moving air. The breath of the living. But it couldn't have been coming from that body. He'd been shot through the heart. Kudo was dead. He'd seen it happen right before his eyes.
Except now there was a choking sound accompanying the breathing--unsteady and pained, jerking Kaito from his position against the wall so that he quickly slid himself over, able to find in the darkness, the shoulders of that detective which were stiff--pain, pain and shock causing that stiffness as hands no doubt clutched at the wound--
"K-Kudo? Kudo--n-no way... they left you alive?"
Scene Title: Alternate Ending
Progress: WIP
"With every curtain fall, the stage resets and the characters start up the newest scene to the story. This one has been pretty gruesome, hasn't it? Blood and death and dying--white becoming black and justice taking the bullet to the heart, never to see loved ones again. It's sad isn't it? A tragedy no one would contrive--it would make too many people cry, wouldn't it?
"It's also too simple of an ending, if you ask me. Not enough twists and turns to make it suit the characters. Death is too easy an answer. Especially when one knows that the villain has already cheated death in its own game decades ago. When something like that was revealed--and the protagonist who cheated death in much the same manner was able to escape the inevitable trap of that immortality that could drive a person mad--how could the ending turn out the way it appeared?
"And what about the laughing jokester turning into a true criminal? Hands sullied in order to survive and live on in hopes of the justice and vengeance that crept deeper and deeper into his heart? What were these hands for, but for jokes and games? Ah, but that's the question that was left unanswered, isn't it? Two sides of a coin, prepared and in mint condition, ready to be used--just a flip of it will decide the fate of this sea of pitch darkness that's enveloped their lives. One will act as the bullet--the other, the one who lends the bullet his speed.
"It's the art of the actor and actress, disguises and roles being played to make the audience believe what they want to see. Isn't that right? You should know that better than anyone, Kuroba Kaito--no, Kaitou Kid.
"It's all for the sake of doing the right thing, by one's own standards as well as what is upheld by others. Spare one life even though it may be worth less than another--but what determines worth to a life and what value can another person bring to put an end to that life? You've always made things more complicated than they should be, Kudo Shinichi, tantei-san.
"Just wait, you two. I'll polish your silver coatings and then, when you're both finally ready--it'll be my steady hand to take aim and direct you along the paths you're destined for. So? How do you like the game so for? The performance is only half over--remember, there are still many parts to be played out.
"Break a leg, my darling boys."
They'd put him back into a cell. Not that it mattered much anymore. He would just wait his turn for the pit, just the same as before. That was where she had ordered them to put him, wasn't it? So just wait. Wait, wait, wait in silence and pitch darkness for the next time the door would open and--
Bodies were never usually what were dragged in.
That was too cruel, even for someone like Vermouth.
And Kaito couldn't help but throw one of the last knives hidden away on his person, purposefully left there by those in black who'd led him back down into the cell, at the person who had a hold of that body. "Don't touch him," he found himself nearly growling out as the man jumped back, scant inches from getting the knife in his back.
Grumbled words and cursing came but the man did nothing more than pick up the knife and walk out of the cell, slamming the door shut. The once-magician-turned-almost-assassin only stared into the dark, eyes trying to pinpoint without light where the body of that detective now lay, battered and dragged who knows where. Just stared and sat there, back against the wall, legs tucked in with his chin resting atop his knees, breathing, just breathing--
... breathing?
His own breath caught in his throat, and Kaito strained his ears, not daring to move as he heard that sound. Air. Moving air. The breath of the living. But it couldn't have been coming from that body. He'd been shot through the heart. Kudo was dead. He'd seen it happen right before his eyes.
Except now there was a choking sound accompanying the breathing--unsteady and pained, jerking Kaito from his position against the wall so that he quickly slid himself over, able to find in the darkness, the shoulders of that detective which were stiff--pain, pain and shock causing that stiffness as hands no doubt clutched at the wound--
"K-Kudo? Kudo--n-no way... they left you alive?"