Scissors to Slice

INTRODUCTION:~~~

Apricus and Explogency had a collab and I'm on Team Emitter. The character I decided to work with from the ones I was given is Monika Kaniyashiki, a character from Vigilantes. I've written with her before and was excited to do so again. The prompt encouraged us to focus on different aspects of quirks, so... I had a lot of fun messing with it even though the way I went about it makes me feel guilty :sweat_smile: .

This is a sequel to "No Escape". You don't really need to read that to understand this but if you wanted to, I would encourage it.

Thank you so much for the feature!!

Word Count;- 1,048

Time Taken:- 2 hours

Characters:- Monika Kaniyashiki (Vigilantes), Unnamed OC.

Trigger Warnings:- Past Torture, Sadism, Drowning, Gore.

Synopsis:- Monika finds that her quirk has evolved beyond recognition. How did that come about?

She isn't sure she wants to .

Tags:- #Waterworksweekend

Scissors to Slice

The gurgle of water roared in Monika’s ears as it gushed over her head. She felt the ice cold water hit her from the shower above with an almost painful pressure.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. She thought slowly.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧.

She opened her eyes and for a second she saw a dark room through the watery haze and her heart seized in her chest, her breath hitching. Then it cleared and she was back in her dimly hit bathroom. She reached out to touch the shelves with her shampoo and soap, hoping for the familiarity to comfort her, but immediately recoiled when she saw the missing fingers on her hand.

Both her hands were missing their index and middle fingers. A way to get rid of her quirk and render her without a weapon to use against her tormentor.

Or maybe it was just to make sure she felt as helpless as possible.

They had taken their time cutting it off. First cut down to the topmost knuckle then slowly making their way down each finger until she was a bleeding and sobbing mess under them.

The memory caused her to inhale sharply, which in turn caused some water to enter her nostrils and Monika’s mind spiraled. She jerked away from the pouring water and shuffled back until her back hit the wall of her shower. Coughing and sputtering out the water even after it was completely gone, she slid down the wall and sat down.

She breathed heavily, relishing each inhale that brought in fresh air and not a torrent of water, and each exhale that didn’t bubble in the water surrounding her, waiting for her to drown in it.

She had opened her eyes to find herself in a glass box. Her eyes frantically moving around before settling on the face of her tormentor leaning against the wall of the barely lit room they were in.

Her body ached from all the wounds and burns it had accumulated by their hand. She brought up her hand-which for the first time in days wasn’t tied down- and hit the glass box, causing the other woman to turn her head and smile at Monika.

She was so sure the last time she was conscious would be the absolute final one. But it turns out the shot injected into her veins had been merely to knock her out, not kill her.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“No need to look so alarmed.” The woman’s voice hit her through the glass lightly muffling it. “You looked so pleased by the idea of dying when I brought it up, I’m just here to deliver. But of course, it hurts me to let you go so easily. I had so much fun with you.”

Monika’s breathing quickened as she tried to comprehend what the other was saying.

“I just wanted one last thing before I had to let you go, you know? One last look at your face all beautifully scrunched up in pain as you die. I want to hear you beg for your life, you know? Can you do that for me, Monika dear?”

Monika’s eyes widened. She looked more closely at the glass box. It wasn’t too big, just enough to fit her folded form; her back resting on one wall and the toes of her bent legs pressed against the opposite. She couldn’t even stretch her arms out sideways. The box was set on a table so she was at eye level with the woman who wanted to hear her screams.

She tried pushing against wall, as if trying to push the box off the table but was stopped by the woman’s voice.

“That won’t work, dear. Feel free to try though.

“Now, your friends must be coming in any time now. Let’s hurry up, shall we? I want to make sure they get here just in time to find your corpse. So close to saving your life but they would be too slow.”

Monika looked at the woman’s sadistic smile helplessly. She watched as the other’s hand reached towards something beside the box on the wall of the room and twist something.

Monika’s eyes were drawn to the floor of the box where a pipe was rapidly filling the box with water. She panicked and turned towards the woman, a plea on her lips. But she immediately bit them down. She wasn’t going to give the woman the satisfaction by begging for her life.

No, instead she just stared at the water which was quickly rising over her waist to cover her chest. In a few more seconds it would completely cover her head and she would drown.

She turned to look at the other woman who shook her head as if accepting her choice with great reluctance. “Goodbye, Monika. I’ll miss you.” Then she left the room just as the water line reached her nose.

Back in the present Monika shivered once more. She ed fragments of what happened next. She ed the water rushing into her nostrils and filling her lungs. She ed not being able to move as she silently drowned.

In one last ditch effort, she had moved her hand through the water and to her surprise her arms burned with the familiar heat that normally burned her fingers when she used her quirk and the glass shattered around her. She had tumbled out of the box, crashing to the floor and coughing up water.

The police had found her ed out and at death’s door in the room before rushing her to a hospital.

It’s been two weeks since that day and now Monika was recovering from the plethora of wounds she had.

It was a quirk evolution, the doctors had told her. Her body had reacted and tried to save her. Her Quirk which normally let her cut things between her fingers- fingers that didn’t exist anymore- now let her cut through anything by moving her arms through them.

The doctors said it was a good thing, and Monika had to disagree.

To her it would always be a reminder of what she had lost.

A reminder of her failure to help anyone and of the utter helplessness she had felt.

THE END

A/N- I... still feel like trash for hurting her so much. I think it's mainly because I don't have anyone comforting her.

I may or may not have taken the 'push them to the brink of death for quirk evolution' a bit too far. But then again, it was probably necessary.

...Why am I trying to justify this?

AnYwAy, in case I didn't make it clear enough, 'Slice' is supposed to be a name for the new form her quirk has taken, rather than 'Scissors' as they aren't really scissors anymore.

Monika must hate me. Anytime I write with her I stop just shy of killing her. At least I gave her a happy ending in "The Siren's Curse"

Yes, I am shamelessly promoting that story because I worked so hard on it and loved it but got a very disheartening response, so if Pirates, Aroace characters and strong platonic relationships interest you then go check it out.

I know the ending is kinda rushed, the whole thing is rushed tbh, there's more I would have liked to add but...*shrugs*. I'm fairly certain I got the point across, so yeah.

Thank you for reading, Hope you enjoyed!