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quiet_curiosity ([personal profile] quiet_curiosity) wrote2007-02-17 06:07 pm

Little Fish, Big Fish, for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days

Title: Little Fish, Big Fish
Fandom: Ringu Cycle - vague-ish spoilers for Ringu 2 and Ring 0
Characters: Sadako
Word Count: 371
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The original concept for Ringu (aka Ring) comes from the novels by Koji Suzuki although most of what the public associates with the series comes from the work Hideo Nakata and the screenwriters did with the movies. Either way, I receive no monetary benefit from this work.
Summary: No one ever listens.

Written for [livejournal.com profile] 31_days, prompt February 17 - spirits in the water.

The title comes from PJ Harvey's song "Down by the Water."

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The teachers had insisted that the trip to the water would be refreshing for them all. She knew better. Any sort of body of water always filled her with a dim sense of foreboding. Nothing good was ever going to come of it.

Despite her protests, her father sent her to school that day. He knew what she was feeling. But he was also the one who insisted on thrusting her out into the real world. “They’ll help you,” he insisted. The voice in the back of her head said otherwise. She was a child though, and whatever power she had could be easily tempered by syringe.

The teachers, though they knew of her fears, insisted that she join the rest of the students in the water. They even dared to pick her up and attempt to take her there. She resisted, turning limp and slippery in their arms. Eventually, they just gave up and allowed her to sit in the sand. However, one teacher was assigned to sit with her. “Why can’t you be like the other children?” asked the teacher. “Everyone would like you better if you…”

She didn’t finish. The screams of the other children drowned out any attempted thoughts. She had noticed the first one fall under the waves. Each subsequent child slipped under without a fight. She could see the demon shimmer just under the surface. In the back of her mind she could hear him ask, “Are you her? Why don’t you give her back?” Her fellow students had never been touched by the dead. They all, predictably, could not fight against it when it made its move.

Just as she had expected, the trip was cut short. She and the remaining students piled back into the bus while most of the adults dealt with the authorities. Though the bus wasn’t cramped, she could feel the thoughts of the other students weigh down on her. “Why does Sadako always know when bad things happen?” thought one. “What’s wrong with her?” thought another.

“They wouldn’t have a clue,” chimed the voice in the back of her mind. “Everyone knew you didn’t want to go. Bad things keep happening but they never learn their lesson, do they?”