DEAR AME 4


He felt a tight grip on his neck, too powerful on his throat that he could not breathe anymore. No more floor underneath him, nothing but the weight of gravity all throughout his body. His eyes met her sister’s rage.
-How dare…
-Still here…
Next was a sharp sudden pain on the back of his head. He tried getting up to greet his beautiful sister whom he loved to death, his only company throughout his life.
He tried getting up.
He tried… Right, his missing arm.
His sister’s lips were moving, she was shouting words in a beautiful voice. What was she saying though?
He felt her hand reach to his crotch. His vagina was no more, rape after rape with cocks and blades, there was nothing there but a mess of unshapely flesh.
(Is she grabbing my intestines? What is she saying?)
-... drooling…
(Drooling? What was that word? What did it mean?)
There! Her beautiful face again! Those eyes of repulsion and disgust. Oh how did he loved that look on her. It meant she was looking at him, it meant she acknowledged his existence. A wide grin appeared on his face, a grin of happiness. His sister was still there, in front of him. And she loved him so much, her punches, her clawing, her kicks… Her taking away his arm so she could always have some part of him close to her, which she surely kept safe in her house like a prized trophy cause it was nowhere to be seen… Her allowing him to have fun with the bums and lowlifes on the street, offering his pussy to them and their blades.. Yes, she loved him so much!
What was she saying though? Her voice was as beautiful as ever, but he could no longer understand. It did not matter, she was probably screaming how much she loved him.


(Huh? Was that pain? Is that my leg? She wants another trophy from me?)
-... come back ever again!...
(Come back? She is coming back? I will see her again!)
He was so excited that his pussy was dripping wet… Well, he knew there was no genitals left there anymore, so it was probably just blood what he felt. But he knew it did not matter to her, as she would just rape any opening on his body, intended or not. And he loved feeling her love inside of him.


His eyes went wide open.
(Wait, where are you going? You are leaving already?)
He tried getting up, at least using his remaining two limbs to drag his body towards her.
His limbs? None of them were doing what he told them to do! They were just scattered around on the floor. Why were they doing that? She is walking away. She is leaving. She is…
(Where is she?)
(She loves me so much, I cannot wait to see her again, I am so excited!)


He waited for his death, so he could appear again and go find his sister. But why was it taking so long? His gaze met up with the eternal night sky of Neon City. How long had it been? He could not turn his head around so he had no idea where he was. The sun never showed its face around here so he knew not how much time had passed.

Her image remained in his mind until the light left his emerald eyes. The most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon. And most of all… her smile. The most beautiful thing about her he had ever seen. And even though she had not smiled for him since she was a little girl, barely a couple years older than him, and not past a few from a newborn, the image of her smile burned bright on his eyes. He hoped that memory would last forever, and as he felt his life running out, he knew that memory would come back with him as it had done so many times in the past.

He never woke up again, his infinite love for his sister ended with him.
She has now forgotten about his existence. Her disdain and disgust for him long gone, just as his corpse.

Permanent death. A story that would change the course of history forever. A fact that would have the Neon Master trembling in fear, and Pastel Canvas rejoicing in joy. But as many good stories in the Neon City, it will never reach ears, and even if it did, no one would ever care, or simply dismiss it as a myth.

-Ignis Darksteel