InsaneJournal

Who: Sadako Yamamura. (It's a narrative.)
What: Mourning in her own way.
When: Today.
Where: Much Wenlock, England.
Warnings: Violence.



It had only taken a bit of research to find a suitable town for her own unique brand of therapy. Sadako insisted that it be a town in England, the irony of taking lives in the country that had birthed her lover too delicious for her to pass up. Much Wenlock, England, a small town of only 2,605 souls, was about to have a visit.

She hummed as she dressed herself - a white skirt and shirt. The cold didn't bother her, wouldn't bother her; she slowed the firing of her neurons to her skin. Sadako didn't want to feel anymore.

Sadako didn't want anything.

But she couldn't end the world like she wanted to; her son was still in it, a bright, beautiful spot. So was the odd, large family she'd elected to protect - still an oddity for her, being part of a group of anything that wasn't a sickness. But she'd sworn she would take care of Dethklok and their family members. She would honor that. Sadako Yamamura was a woman of her word. But at that moment, Sadako Yamamura wasn't a woman at all. She was an instrument of vengeance, a righteous fury, a force of nature.

After portkeying over, she smiled a little. it was a cute enough town, what some would call quaint. Her white ballet flats made little sound as she started to walk along the sidewalk, trying to think about what she wanted to do. But without thinking, bodies started to fall. The man in the bookshop window, the woman walking her dog, the woman with a baby in a pram, the baby in the pram. One moment they were steadily thudding heartbeats, and the next they were slowly cooling bodies on the ground. It was simple enough for her to clot every vein and artery in their body, just to knot and clot the blood into tangles. Soon enough people streamed from the buildings to see what had happened, and they too fell. Like dominos, bodies collided with bodies, thoughts screaming pain, anger, remorse, sorrow - gratitude in a few - for half a second, a quarter of a second, before colliding into another body that had done much the same.

It took Sadako one hour and twelve minutes to kill the entire population of Much Wenlock, mostly due to the people who lived on the outskirts of the town and her insistence upon walking. It wasn't enough. It wouldn't ever be enough. There was a pit inside her, an empty, yowling thing that hungered and cried. She wanted to do more, but made herself return to Mordhaus, made herself return to her bed to sleep. It was only as she drifted off that she switched her skin's synapses back on.

She was very, very cold.