Execution | Chaque chose vaut son prix.
(Alternatively Titled, Needlepoint; Take 2!)
(Tw for impaling, and crushing!)
In a blur, the verdict was laid bare for all to see, and the final moments of one Chou Nakahara were on display, and Monomi and TWELVE decided it was time for this charade to end.
Sarara and Chou were still on the floor near the elevator, and the former girl shot up, gripping Chou with an intensity unrivaled in previous weeks.
Unfortunatelyā¦ from the previously sealed elevator doors came a collar, snapping around Chouās neck, dragging the unsuspecting gal away while the otherās grip was broken.Ā
And thus did the elevator doors shut, sealing the insect collectorās fate.The court room dimmed to give those witnessing the end a better view of the screen, and the sound of music filled the airā¦
How long had you been waiting for it to begin? The court room was so silent, it could be assumed an eternity had passed.
The screen nearby came alight to reveal the fate of the insect collector, wherever she may have been. Now, where could she have gone of toā¦?
Grainy film. A room, lit by the fading sun, a breeze blowing in through the half-open window, causing the gauze curtains to ripple in the stillness. Wooden floors. Framed, pinned insects on the walls. A record player in the corner of the room with its sweet sound wafting in.
And there, on the desk, was the smallest person ever seen. ā¦ So it seemed. Chou, dressed in an elegant gown, hair curled to its maximum velocity, looking absolutely, positively mortified. Upon the desk, equipment for insect preservation sat, waiting to be utilized. And as she took in the sight of what would become her fate, a hand shot up to cover her mouth.
In the experience of the collector, sheād let it be heard that pinning and preserving was rare in her experience. But for others in her family lineā¦
Footsteps. Thundering, earth-shaking, and accompanied by the slow, sweet humming of a distant woman, making her approach.
Running across the desktop, Chou gathered her skirts and fled to a safer space, behind a rather large frame, propped up against the wall. With any luck, she wouldnāt be found. Their uneven breaths were obvious to be seen, despite the music muffling the sound.
The door creaked open after a good minute of suspense, the humming blending with the accordion, as a woman with blue, almost white hair entered the scene, donning the same style of formal attire.
And as the collector curled up, near hyperventilation, the voice came out, smooth and slow.
āChouuuuuā¦ Ma douce fille, oĆ¹ es-tou?ā
Casually, so casually, the woman strode forward towards the desk, leaning her head down to gaze at each item, tsk-ing under her breath.
āTu ne peux pas cacher, ma chĆ©rie. Mon chou doux.ā
Her hands moved forward to pull the frame away, startling the already panicking Chou, causing her to fall back noiselessly. The woman chuckled, setting it aside while Chou searched for another place to hide, before snatching her up. Struggling, the collector kicked her feet, screaming,
āMAMAN!! LAISSE-MOI PARTIER! S'IL VOUS PLAĆT! !!ā
But alas, her screaming did no good. The womanās grip was crushing the air out of her, leaving her quite defenseless against the oncoming flood.
āVous n'avez jamais Ć©coutĆ©. Comment honteux.ā
She tsk-ed again, while pulling the frame back over with one hand, placing it on the desk.
āMon mannequin, vous allez enfin honorer le nom de Beaumont.ā
Placing the struggling Chou on the board, she pulled a pin from a glass container, promptly stabbing her directly in the abdomen.
Blood began seeping from the wound and Chouās mouth, staining the dress, releasing a very shallow gasp from the collector.
Instead of pained, they just lookedā¦ Betrayed. Through incredibly shallow gasps, shaking hands gripping the pin pressed through her gut, tears began slipping down their cheeks. Betrayal.
She was plucked from the board, pin and all, and droppedā¦ falling and fallingā¦.
Where had the collector gone? Surely that wasnāt the end. Monomi wasnāt making her announcement that it was over. The lights were still dimmed, even after the music had ended.
Before the a gut wrenching thunk rang out in the center of the courtroom, paired with shallow, struggling gasps for breath.
A light shone on the culprit, on her side, the comically large pin still very much stuck through her, bloodied and broken. Very obviously, she had broken bones upon impact.
Raising one shaking hand to one Sarara Orikasa, who stood directly in front of her at her podium, Chou choked out:
āā¦Weāre all going to die.ā
The other girl stepped around her podium, wide eyed and ready to try and assist, help her somehowā
an enormous flyswatter came down, between podiums, slamming down onto the collector with a final, deafeningā¦
Crushed, before your own eyes, nevertheless.
The scent of blood was overwhelming, as was the gristly sight of her, thoroughly broken beyond repair, save for her prosthetic armā¦ still outstretched to the Art Curator.
This would be a sightā¦ that would bug you for ages to come.
CHOU NAKAHARA, SHSL INSECT COLLECTORā¦
HAS BECOME AN EXTINCT SPECIES.
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