Title: Unnatural Obsessions #1: Slivers
Author: Sineya
Email: strix_vixen@hotmail.comDisclaimer: If they were mine, I wouldn't be writing smut about Wolvie, I'd be performin' it.
Rating: Strong R *Warning* -Violent acts ahead, I repeat violent acts ahead.
Category: Angst a-plenty, Marie p.o.v.
Summary: Marie deals. Her own way.
Author's Notes: This is an unbeta'ed fic, written by sudden inspration. This is my first series, so be gentle. Or not. I'd prefer you be honest.
Feedback: I'm a feedback whore, so dammit--give me some!********************************************************
"When will it all end? I cannot say.As a child I wrote small books which I began with the words, The End.
I needed to know that the end was guaranteed."
-Margaret Atwood, "Unearthly Suite."
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-----------------------------The first night she saw them together--she used a knife.
Shimmering silver, it reflected off the moonlight.
The blade was dull and flat.
She had to dig and scrape, claw into her skin to produce even the smallest amount of blood.
She liked the pain.
Pain was freedom, pain was darkness. She could gouge a hole so deep, and the pain would only last a few minutes.
So she created a systematic cutting method.
One slice for every smile they shared.
Two for every caress.
By the end of the night, her thighs held 11.
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The second day-- scissors.
Rust-colored, blunt scissors.
They felt even better than the knife.
She rammed into her flesh over and over.
Slow, deep strokes. Blood rose to the surface, marring her pale flesh.
She loved the pain.
Pain was terror, pain was anger. She dug the scissors deep down, they did not slide through. She grated her skin. Shredded it.
One slice for every smile.
Two for every caress.
By the end of the night, her arms held 18.
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The third night--she used glass.
A broken mirror, sparkling shards strewn across the floor.
Crackling under her feet as she walked.
Sepia footprints painted below.
A large shard lay shining by her foot. She leaned over and picked it up, grazing her finger slightly.
She stared into it.
A white-streaked reflection shined back at her.
She caressed the edge softly, slowly bringing it towards creamy, rose skin.
She felt the tip slide down her cheek, drawing blood.
Felt it slip into skin, into her flesh, into her bone.
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth falling open, gasps of pleasure echoing throughout the room.
She ran it down her neck, trailing blood.
Splitting skin, opening cells. She could almost hear the bone and glass meet.
She ran it, down to her tender wrist.
She was dripping blood...sweating blood.
The coppery scent filled her nose, her mouth, it ran over her fingertips. Over her breasts.
Turning the shard in her hand, she drew a line from wrist to elbow.
Slicing her arm open.
She felt the darkness move closer. Creeping up behind her. A cloak of pain soon clouded her mind.
She couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't feel.
She fell, a contented smile on her face. The shard dropped from her hand.
Her other clutching metal.
Hitting the ground with a gigantic thud, still grasping .
Then all was quiet.
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One for every smile.
Two for every caress.
Finis