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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
Swallowed by darkness, immobilized by wires, Callisto lay on the bottom of what she assumed to be a car. She wasn't afraid, for some reason, she didn't feel nerves or butterflies dancing in her stomach. In some strange way, she knew the Game Master wouldn't hurt her. They were friends he said, over and over, muttering as he dumped the bag into the trunk of a van. Somehow, Callisto had the feeling that this wasn't the first time she had been stuck inside of the trunk of a car either. Fina came to mind, and Dane, and Minnie. This had happened before, hadn't it? To Lita? What had she done then? Callisto tried to think. She squeezed her eyes shut and thrashed, but the wires were so tight they were digging into the silicone skin.
She was supposed to wake up back in her own body, her human body, so why had she woken up in this one? She froze as she remembered that brief glimpse, full of pain. Doctors had rushed around her, pushing needles and tubes into her body. Something had happened, hadn't it? Callisto had a sinking feeling she had relapsed. The idol unit lay still in the trunk of the car, her optics adjusting to the darkness. Callisto was not afraid, strangely. It felt just like that fateful night, when Metis had bundled her up in a blanket and had tried to take Callisto and Io to see the sea. They had always wanted to go to the beach. As the adults rushed around her, going through plans A-Z, Callisto had watched the buzz, allowing the numbness to set in and the warmth of the blanket to smother her.
She thought about the future she would never have. The children she would never get to carry, the husband she would never marry, the awards she would never receive and for some reason, instead of feeling afraid, Callisto was relieved. Some small part of her had always known that she would never see adulthood. "This is how it ends, isn't it?" She whispered, strangely at peace. Callisto didn't want to die in this car though, with a strange man who called them friends. It was no different than that lonely hospital room. She had been alone then too, Metis was called to action, her parents were at work, and Io was G-d knows where. A nurse had come to check on her only minutes before, to give her pain medicine and then... Callisto died. Later she had learned it was only for a few minutes. She could still remember the sensation of the tag on her toe, marking her for the morgue.
She wasn't going to die in this trunk, she wasn't going to die again, because this time, Callisto had a life worth living.
Callisto wasn't nervous or afraid, she was angry. "Let me out!" There was somewhere she needed to be, people she needed to talk to. "Let me out of here!" One of the wires around her wrists snapped, allowing her to pull her wrist free. She started working on the ones around her ankles, pulling and tugging until finally, her ankles were loose enough to pull out. The car stopped, the trunk opened. Callisto unzipped the bag and lunged, suddenly dropped. Her hips both came out of place, but she pushed them back in. The Game Master ran, he was fast, but Callisto had a feeling she was faster. She poured on the speed, running after him, barefoot, her clothing torn, wires still clinging to her ankles, slicing into her calves with every step. "You bastard!" She yelled, picking up a rock and tossing it at him. He tripped when the rock hit him and rolled into the sand.
Callisto leaped on top of him, scratching, hitting, using all of her weight and force and battery to pummel the Game Master. "Stop this!" He snapped, grabbing one of her wrists and pushing it back. He grabbed the other, the two at a stand still in the sand. His hood fell off, revealing his face. A mess of metal skin and human flesh, a cyborg. "Androids, I have one last order!" He broadcast, grinning viciously. "Find Callisto and-"
"I don't think so."
Lights circled them, a helicopter whirring above their heads. "Jace! Fina!" Relief flooded her, but only for a moment. The Game Master tossed her backwards into the sand and grabbed her by the hair, pushing her onto her knees. A blade was aimed at her stomach. "Move and I'll do it! I'll rip her apart, piece by piece!"