Sister Princess Saturday Report! No. 8 – Walk Like a Cannibal
(Author’s note: This image really has nothing to do with the content of this post. It is just derpy as fuck. Back to the story!)
When the rain poured hard on Promised Island, Marie’s cravings intensified.
On the surface, Marie appeared to be a perfectly normal, sickly young girl. Her main companion was her dog, Michael, whose name was not pronounced the proper way, but rather in some vaguely Soviet way that was clearly evil. Unfortunately, Wataru, being an uncultured heathen and an utter disappointment in every way, was unable to pick up on the hints of evil evident in the bizarre way Marie addressed her dog. Anyway, Marie’s “sickness” was far from normal: She did not suffer from any sort of virus or bacterial illness.
No, Marie’s sickness was different, for when she was wracked with pangs, nothing could satisfy them but the succulent meat of human flesh.
One day, Marie sat in bed reading a book. The book was about a girl who traveled to many different countries, experienced many different cultures and sampled many different cuisines. Oh, how jealous Marie was of the young girl in that story! She so desperately wished that she had the will to get out of bed and live the rest of her life hopping from country to country without a care in the world.
“I would so very much love to see another country and sample its people,” Marie said. “If only I could live my dream!”
She fell back dramatically in her bed, and then craned her head to look out the open door. Wataru walked by, and Marie bolted upright in her bed.
“Brother Mine, wait!” Marie said. Wataru stopped, walked backward and peeked his head into the room.
“You called?” he asked.
“Yes, Brother Mine!” Marie said. “Where are you going?”
“Um, just going to the bookstore,” Wataru said. “It’s going to close soon, and there’s a sale. I’m going to pick up a math book even though this will never be brought up again and I am too much of an idiot to grasp mathematics.” (Narrator’s note: This may be slightly different than what Wataru actually said. I’m afraid the ink was too smudged for me to make it out properly, so I took a few liberties . . .)
“Would you mind if I went with you?” Marie asked.
“Uh, sure,” Wataru said. “Is there anything in particular you want to pick up?”
“No,” Marie said. “We just need to move the plot forward.”
“. . . OK,” Wataru said.
Wataru and Marie did go to the bookstore — along with a whole host of other places — but let us be frank for a moment: Nobody wishes to hear about all of that. Even though Wataru’s notes are at their most copious and detailed in this section, I hope the reader will forgive me for skipping the entire lot of it.
Afterward, Wataru and Marie went for a walk on the beach. The sun was still out, but dark clouds were on the horizon. Sand crunched beneath Wataru and Marie’s shoes as they walked along the shore. A cool breeze fluttered by, and Marie paused as a small wave lapped against her feet.
“This is such a nice day,” she said, tears flowing from her eyes.
“Whoa, wait, what?!” Wataru said. “If it’s so nice, why are you crying?”
“Because I am so rarely able to experience a day like this,” Marie said. “Due to my sickness, you see.”
“Wow, I didn’t know you were sick!” Wataru said. “You seem perfectly normal to me!”
“. . . That’s nice of you to say,” Marie said. “But didn’t you notice the long stretches I spend in bed?”
“Nope,” Wataru said.
“The random fits of crippling pain?”
“Not at all.”
“The blood streaming out of my eyes?”
“I think I would have remembered something as strange as that!”
Marie stared at Wataru for a moment, and then she laughed.
“Hey, are you laughing at me?” Wataru asked. His face turned red. “Did I say something funny?”
“No, I . . .” Marie started to say. “It’s just that this is the first time I haven’t had to think about my sickness in a while.”
“What is your sickness, anyway?” Wataru asked.
“I’m not sure if I should say,” Marie said, suddenly bashful. “But if it’s for you, Brother Mine . . .” Before she could complete her thought, however, it started raining. Drops of water fell through the sky and struck Marie like a shockwave. She stood rigid like a steel beam. Her eyes were dilated; she stared straight into Wataru’s eyes but seemed not to see him.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Wataru stammered. “What is going on?”
“I . . . HUNGER!!!!!” Marie said. She stretched her arms out and ran straight for Wataru, who, much like every waking moment of his life, had no idea what was going on, and thus fell into his normal reaction to everyday situations: Standing still and doing nothing at all that required the power of more than a few brain cells.
Marie easily knocked Wataru down and pinned him to the ground. Her head hovered over Wataru’s; thin lines of saliva dripped from her mouth and splattered onto Wataru’s face. The rain washed it away, but more kept coming. Marie leaned in closer — her eyes gleamed bright like her teeth. She licked her lips, almost tasting Wataru’s flesh before she had gobbled him greedily.
“This is a bit uncomfortable,” Wataru said. “I don’t think we should be this close without adult supervision.”
“I . . . HUNGER!!!!!” Marie shouted again, lifting her head high, opening her mouth and then plunging her head dramatically at Wataru. He closed his eyes and braced himself for whatever would come; however, nothing happened. Indeed, he instead felt a great weight lifted from his chest. Wataru opened his eyes and saw Marie flailing on the ground, with what appeared to be an open umbrella sticking out of her shoulder.
“Huh?” Wataru said. He looked up to see the Sisters parachuting down from an unknown source, umbrellas at the ready, their sharpened tips shining bright even though there was no sun to be seen. One by one they landed and stabbed at Marie with their umbrellas, pinning her to the ground. Umbrellas stuck out of her legs, arms, neck and torso. The Sisters held her against the ground as well as they could; the sand packed easily in the rain, but Marie’s thrashing broke whatever hold the umbrellas had.
Wataru walked up to Karen and tapped her on the shoulder as she dug the umbrella deeper into Marie’s throat.
“What is it?” Karen snarled. “I’m kind of busy here!”
“What’s going on here?!” Wataru yelled. “Why are you hurting Marie?!”
“We’re not hurting her,” Sakuya said. “We’re keeping her in check.”
“But she doesn’t have a job,” Wataru said. Sakuya stared at Wataru for a moment, and then went back to jamming the umbrella into Marie’s right elbow.
“When Marie is sick, she gets violent,” Karen said. “We have to do this to make sure she doesn’t hurt anyone. Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”
“What kind of disease IS this?!” Wataru asked.
“It’s very complicated,” Chikage said. “You wouldn’t understand the science behind it. Very complicated. Has to do with neutrons and mitochondria and cell walls and whatnot.”
“OK,” Wataru said. “I believe you.” Finally, Marie’s thrashing stopped. She ran out of energy. The Sisters gathered her body and took her back home, Wataru following behind dutifully. They spirited Wataru to a dark room and shut the door behind them, locking Wataru out. He whimpered and pawed at the door for a minute or two but soon became bored and wandered off, perhaps distracted by some lint in a corner or a bug.
“That was close,” Kaho said.
“Yes,” Mamoru said. “He almost found out one of our secrets. It would not be good if he became suspicious.”
“I agree,” Karen said. “But for now, let us worry about quelling Marie’s hunger.”
Marie was shivering in a corner, her arms and legs chained to the wall. Karen snapped her fingers, and Rinrin and Hinako opened a door to the side. They dragged out a man who tried to run away; he beat at the girls as hard as he could, but their iron grip did not loosen. They took him over to Marie and held him to the floor while Sakuya undid Marie’s chains. Then they backed away quickly as Marie pounced on the man and sank her teeth into his shoulder, tearing out a large chunk of flesh. The man screamed and screamed, but soon his yelling died down as Marie ate him completely.
Marie sighed and leaned back against the wall, contented. Blood was streaked across her face and dripped slowly out the corners of her mouth. She fell asleep dreaming of her next meal.
“That’s still really gross,” Hinako said.