FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Monsters
location: My Desk
mood: 
tired
tiredFandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Carol.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol. 6, Act 17.
Summary: Carol was scared of monsters when she was little, but she’d never really met one until now
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Monsters’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
As a kid, Carol had been afraid of the monsters that lurked in the dark, the ones beneath her bed and the ones she knew lived in her closet, harmless by day but deadly by night.
It didn’t matter that she’d never seen them, she had no doubt they were real, but her dad would check her closet and under her bed every night, warning the monsters not to harm or scare his little girl, because he could find them anywhere they hid, day or night, and then he’d make them pay.
He always left a night light burning for her too, just to be absolutely sure, telling her monsters couldn’t stand even that little bit of light. He’d made her feel so safe.
She’d thought she knew about monsters, but now she realised there’d been nothing scary lurking in the dark, nothing with tentacles, or horns, or big hairy paws tipped with sharp claws, and wide mouths filled with jagged teeth… Monsters didn’t look like that, they looked just like ordinary people, and they could walk around by day as readily as by night, which made them more dangerous and more terrifying than anything she’d imagined as a child.
The man who’d abducted her was no taller or bigger than Ryo, really quite ordinary to look at, but there was a cruelty inside him that he didn’t try to hide once he had her in his clutches. He was evil, twisted; he kept the right hands of his previous victims as macabre trophies, and she knew he would absolutely kill her in the end, no matter what she did.
Her father wasn’t there to protect her anymore; she was on her own against someone both bigger and stronger than she was. All she had to rely on were the wits and cunning she’d learned on the streets, and the phone Ryo had given her, tucked deep in her schoolbag. If she could get to that and call for help she might have a fighting chance, and fighting was one thing she was good at. This monster was still just a man; he could be hurt. All she needed was to hold him off and stay alive long enough for help to arrive, or failing that, escape. She wouldn’t be like those other girls, the ones he’d killed; no matter what she had to do, she was going to live.
The End
One of the most exciting parts of the manga. I only wish Dee would have pummeled that jerk more.
Dee would have wound up on charges if he had, he knows just how much he can get away with. I doubt the jerk will survive long in jail. Probably won't live long enough to appear in court.
Thank you!