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New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Marisol Morales on Jul 14, 2007, 2:49pm

WARNING: This story psychologically disturbing sexual elements, namely necrophilia (presented ina relatively mild manner). If you don't think you can stomach it, don't read.

Warning: If you do decide to read, there might be elements unrelated to the sexual content that might dissuade you from reading. Please, go on and keep in mind that this is a fictional story.

New Mutants Unlimited #37
Love

Cover description: Imagine this picture with Marisol. She's all in black, with her fingers extended into long claws.

Setting: Irrelevant, after the New Mutants' return to Earth.

Sometimes, I wish I had some kind of fatal disease. I'm not sure what kind exactly, since I really don't know very much about medicine. Maybe cancer or tuberculosis or some kind of tumor. It doesn't really matter, as long as it's fatal. And… well, it should be very painful, too, I think.

Why do I want this? It's hard to explain… To be honest, I don't fully understand it myself. Not really. It's not like I want to die… at least, I don't think so. I suppose I just can't get this mental image out of my head: I walk into a classroom. There are dark circles under my eyes and I already look gaunt. I'm swaying just slightly, but still try to maintain a firm stride. I'm in pain, but look stoic in spite of it. In truth, the disease has already advanced so far that I'm not even supposed to be in school. Everybody looks at me - they know I don't have much time left. I do too, but I've accepted my fate with dignity. And people can't help but admire me for my courage. Teachers approach me to ask me what I'm doing there and urge me to go home, and my classmates come to express sympathy…

Doesn't that sound like it's worth dying for?

But… whenever I start thinking about this, I remember that no one would care if I died or how I did it. Not even my parents, so teachers are right out of question. My classmates, if anything, would be happy. There would be no sympathy.

I remember, I once had a terrible cold - I couldn't stop coughing, I had a runny nose and a fever. But I decided to go to school anyway, mostly because I didn't want to fall behind on what we were studying and… well, I didn't want to be stuck alone at home. It's kind of depressing, isn't it? But they only made fun of me at school, like they always do. They pretended to be sick too, and kept coughing loudly until the teacher told them to stop interrupting class. Nobody even worried about catching a bug from me, or anything…

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die…

Whenever I think about this, I get depressed. I'm depressed a lot, and I'm also lonely a lot. Sometimes I think it's unfair, but when I think about it… when I REALLY consider it all… then I suppose it makes sense. Who would want to spend time with someone like me? I'm so boring, I can imagine how difficult it would be to talk to me. I've tried to be different, but it's just so hard to think up something to say when I'm talking to someone. There's just a lot of awkward silences, which throws everybody off. These silences make me feel worthless more than anything else.

Well, to be honest, what I'm doing right now makes me feel even worse…

I'm digging.

With every swipe of my shovel - every time I push it into the ground and heave away some ground - I mutter insults to myself under my breath. "Piece of shit", "You're pathetic", "You're disgusting", "You make me sick"… I've been digging for a long time, but I haven't run out of insults.

It's hard work and there's a lot of it. I have to dig at least six feet deep and… well, I don't know how wide and long the hole is supposed to be. I'm in very bad physical shape, so it's pretty tiring. But I don't stop and keep working at a frenzied pace. I don't remember the last thing I spent so much effort on. Maybe there's even nothing comparable. I guess I just haven't had this much motivation…

Dawn's already starting to break by the time I reach the casket, finally giving me some light. I'm breathing heavily, hardly able to hold up my shovel. I wonder how I'll be able to dig it all back afterwards. The first thing I notice is that my clothes are full of dirt, and soaked with sweat. I'll never be able to explain it when I go back home, so I'll have to be careful. Maybe I'll even have to throw them away. Then I realize I chose the wrong spot in the darkness. I immediately panic and twirl around until I see the gravestone.

Lily Seligman
1990 - 2007

No, it was just a feeling. It's the right place after all… I stare at it for a short while. Someone had put lilies in front of it, but I once heard her say she hated them. I wonder who screwed up like this, her parents? Suddenly it strikes me that I'm not the only one who can see better now. If anyone happened to be passing by, they'd notice the mounds of dirt… they'd notice what I'm doing here. I look around the graveyard, but don't see anyone. It doesn't give me much peace of mind. It's still very early in the morning, and it's a very secluded place, lying in the forests outside North Salem, but I still have to hurry…

I wonder if I should pull the casket out? Or should I leave it in? Would I have enough room to open it inside the hole? I almost reach down to try to yank it when I realize there's no point. It's heavy enough that grown men have trouble carrying it, a weak and tired boy couldn't do anything…

It strikes me that the moment is at hand now. I'm almost too afraid to move. What I've done is finally starting to sink in.

"You're disgusting," I hear myself whisper.

The truth is, when Lily died, I almost thought I'd die too. It seemed like the end of the world. She was the only girl I ever cared about. She wasn't just beautiful, she was intelligent, and friendly. And she was never like all the "popular" girls who look down on people. I had been in love with her for years, watching her from afar. I almost had the courage to approach her… and then she died. A stupid car accident. I couldn't force myself to come out of my room for days. Nobody cared for her like I did.

But desecrating a grave isn't to be taken lightly… No one must ever know.

I shake my head to no one in particular. No matter how horrible it is what I'm doing, I HAVE to say goodbye. I have to see her one last time. I just didn't dare go to her funeral. There were too many people, and I was no one she knew… God, there's a painful feeling in my throat just thinking about it. Finally, I gather enough courage to try to open it. I don't really know how to, since I'm standing on it and can't reach it from ground level. I suppose I could try breaking it open with my shovel, but… she could get hurt. I better not.

In the end, I just squish myself to the edge with the hinges and force open the casket. It's awkward work. I shift my leg over it to step on the other edge - painfully trying not to look inside - and… fall. I stumble and fall into the casket. I have enough time to feel something cold and soft underneath me when something hits me on my head. I yelp loudly. The pain is too great for me to appreciate the pretty colors floating before my eyes. With a grunt, I push off the door of the casket and balance it against the edge of the hole.

Oh God…

She's right before me…

It takes my breath away completely.

She looks almost normal, as if nothing was wrong. True, she's a little paler than usual, but she could pass off as just sleeping, I think. Her skin looks very pretty - so clear, with no flaws or such. The creamy whiteness of it almost enchances the overall appearence. It tempts me to touch her to check if it's as as soft and smooth as it looks like. She's wearing a simple black dress. It ranges from her neck to her ankles, and is without specific adornments. The sleeves and collar have laces.

Her face is heart-shaped, and I've always felt that it's very well-proportioned. The jaw, the forehead, the cheeks - all look just right. Her nose is small and cute, and not crooked or skewed at all. Her thick, wavy brown hair completes the picture. The curls frame her face perfectly. It's a pity her lids are closed and I can't see her deep blue eyes…

God, she's so beautiful…

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm aware of the smell. The putrid stench of rotting flesh and whatever chemicals they used while embalming her. It's sharp and feels like it's trying to crawl up my nostrils. I'm also dimly aware that her looks aren't as perfect as I would like. The tip of a long scar is visible on her neck, and her skin isn't white… it's greying. But it doesn't matter. I don't want to see it, so I don't.

I realize I don't know what to do now… She's finally before me, and my fear is starting to evaporate, but I don't know what to do. Hesitantly, I cradle her hand in mine and crawl upwards on her body carefully - as if I could still hurt her. Once I'm face to face with her, I pause for a moment…

''Hi, Lily… I know you don't know me, but… I've had an eye on your for a while now. My name is… well, I suppose it doesn't really matter. I just wanted to tell you I love you. And that I'm sorry I never got to admit it to you while you were still alive…''

I touch her cheek softly. It feels… cold, foremost, but I manage to ignore it well enough. I spent a short while just stroking her face gently. It feels relaxing. My fears are all but diminished…

On a sudden urge, I push my lips on hers. To be honest, I don't really know how kissing goes, but I know enough to give it a try. The taste is simply horrid, but I almost don't feel it. I'm completely lost in the moment. For a moment, I almost feel like she's moving underneath me and kissing me back… I don't know how long I do it, but I'm out of breath by the time I lean back. It's almost disappointing that she looks just the same as before. As if I had expected her to wake up magically…

"I love you…"

I kiss her again. And again and again, many times. It gets easy soon, and I get bolder. This is what I've always wanted, after all. It feels exhilarating… I let go of her once more, and take a moment to admire her some more. I don't really know what to think. The thought keeps coming back to me: what I'm doing is horrible. It's illegal and immoral. I have to stop… But I can't.

My gaze drifts lower…

I reach out to the collar of her dress and try to rip it away. It takes some fumbling, but I succeed. The top part of the dress tears in half with a loud ripping sound, exposing her chest and lacy black bra. From this point onwards, all doubts are wiped from my mind… I rip away the bra as well. It takes some effort - Lily's body tumbles forwards limply until I manage to get it off.

I stare at her breasts for a short while. They're just as perfect as any other part of her. I've dreamed of this… There's a long gash running over her chest, probably from her accident. It's sewn together expertly, but still somewhat visible. I still manage to ignore it. Slowly, I let my hand caress one of her breasts, my fingers brushing against a nipple…

Without much consideration, I lean forwards and give it a tentative lick. It as well feels cold against my tongue, but so very soft… I crawl further against her, a close as I possibly can. I half-expect her body to react to me, but I remind myself that it's impossible. And yet, I continue on. After a while, I close my eyes and try to imagine she's alive… shifting underneath me, grinding herself against me and quietly moaning my name.

"I love you…"

At that moment, I'm certain she loves me too. I lower my hands and pull up her skirt. I stop my ministrations for a while and rise to my knees to better pull off her panties. I notice that she's shaved. It's strange, I wouldn't really have held her as the kind of girl to do it. Well, it doesn't matter. I'm very much tempted to taste her down there as well, but by that point, I can't wait much longer. I decide to go onwards, and start opening my belt. I'm nervous and my mind is in a haze, so my fingers are clumsy so it takes a while to get my jeans down. I pull down my underpants immediately as well, and thrust into her.

I can almost hear her screaming in pleasure…

I lower myself again and start rocking against her. Of all parts o her, this one is the coldest. It's almost unpleasantly dry and rough at first, but the feeling passes quickly. I just have to concentrate on the pleasure, not the pain. I try to be slow at first, but I don't think I'll be able to keep it up for long. It feels SO good… Too good. Very soon, I'm reduced to simply shoving myself against her as hard and fast as I can, letting out quiet grunts and gasps.

And then I come. I don't know how much time passed, and have to remind myself not to be disappointed at how little pleasure I gave my sweet Lily. I freeze in place and moan loudly. So loudly that I'm certan someone must have heard it. But I don't care, it's too hard to think to bother mysel with details like that… I sink back down and rest my head on her chest, still breathing heavily.

I can't help but notice… She isn't cold anymore. She's warm.

"I love-"

A shadow passes over me. I'm interrupted by the worst pain I've ever felt. The world seems to explode, and I start seeing circles around me. My abdomen… my stomach… I broke my ankle when I was six, but that was nothing compared to this. My eyes finally return to focus and I see what did it.

It's a monster. It's a monster that looks like a girl. It lifted me up and… Somehow, I manage to look down, and realize it punched me in the gut. And it's fist went right through. God…

"Did you enjoy it?"

It's voice is colder than steel. I only manage to blubber something, and then I'm distracted by the blood seeping out of my mouth.

"You're digusting…" it growls, lifts me up without removing it's arm and throws me out of the grave as if I was made of cardboard. I land on it's edge with a crack and more pain. I moan, my words too muted by the blood in my mouth to make sense of. For the life of me, I couldn't understand what I had meant to say.

I vaguely realize I'm not able to move as I lose consciousnss.

I don't know how long I spend lying there, sinking in and out of consciousness. No matter how hard I try to do something, I fail. The pain never stops, but I lie on my side, facing the grave, so I see what's going on in it. At first I see the monster kneeling in the grave, doing something I can't see. I suppose it's fixing Lily's dress, or something like that. The next time I wake up, it's already filling the hole. Only… it's not using a shovel. I wreck my brain, but just can't understand how it's digging. It does it for a while, and tries to make the ground look good and undisturbed once it's finished.

And then it's crouching before me. It hits me several times until I'm awake. The sun is shining from behind it, so I can't see it's face, but it's voice sounds like it's very, very angry.

"You're digusting," it repeats, "You're despicable. You make me sick." It pauses. "There are so many freaks like you… And the worst thing is, you might not even have been punished. You could have digged shut the grave and walked away and the police might never have found you. And that poor girl would never have had justice… vengence! How could you? I've always thought that killing was wrong, and I was a bad person for doing it, but… no more. People like you deserve it…"

It stands up and looks down on me. I try to say something again, but only manage some quiet gurgles. I don't know if it's the injuries or the fear that keep my tongue tied. I feel something on my forehead and realize it's holding its finger against me.

"You really do deserve it… Be glad I'm granting you the mercy of a quick death."

Splat.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Marisol Morales on Jul 14, 2007, 2:53pm

Note: You might feel that this story has nothing to do with Marisol, with her only appearing very briefly by the end. And that this is JUST ANOTHER fic with her killing someone. Well, that's true. However, this will be… slightly different. It'll alter her in a way.

In any case, the purpose of the story is to examine Marisol by contrasting her with a foil. And, of course, the irony.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Cheshire on Jul 14, 2007, 3:27pm

Very well written.

…unfortunately, that doesn't make me like it any more. I was pretty well completely disgusted, which I guess is what you were going for, so hats off

Like I said, hated it due to subject matter, but it was written about as well as it possible could've been.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Pester on Jul 14, 2007, 5:21pm

Like Cheshire said, it was well written and all, but extremely hard to like. It doesn't leave one with a heartfelt joy, I can imagine the reader gets a similar feeling to what Marisol is thinking. So while I may not have enjoyed it, the whole thing benefits from a high level of horrible, horrible detail.

Maybe it was a very minor thing on your part, but it was a good idea not giving little Nicky Necrophile a name. That way he isn't really the main character once Marisol comes around, he's just a piece of crap for her to impale. Likewise, Marisol doesn't know his name either. She's more or less just as detached and creeped out as the reader, which is always a good device. I can't really think of any criticism, it seems like you ultimately achieved what you set out to do.

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Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Armando "Army" Rosewell on Jul 14, 2007, 6:08pm

For the beginning of the fic, I was thinking Marisol was the narrator. That made this very weird until Marisol showed up.

As said, this is creepy - well-written, and I think it shows some skill on your part, though; most writers, even the really noteworthy ones, would find writing such a scene difficult, and either resort to skipping over it entirely or embarrass themselves in a poor attempt. But you went through it pretty well.

So while I can't say I enjoyed it on an entertainment level - I think something would be wrong with me if I did - I enjoyed and respected it as a display of skill.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Protoman on Jul 14, 2007, 6:51pm

Very very well written, not something I could have done. I can't say I truly enjoyed it, as everyone else said. It was pretty disgusting, but you get a lot of credit for writing it so well. Good job.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Marisol Morales on Jul 14, 2007, 7:00pm

Thank you! I love you all!

Jul 14, 2007, 6:08pm, Armando "Army" Rosewell wrote:For the beginning of the fic, I was thinking Marisol was the narrator. That made this very weird until Marisol showed up.

Ah, that was actually my intention. In fact, I kind of hoped people would get the impression I was writing of myself. I appreciate layers.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Chord on Jul 14, 2007, 10:29pm

Like everyone else has said, it was incredibly well-written, and you did a good job with all of the scenes, and getting us into our perpetrators head. If I had one complaint, it's that Marisol showing up sort of ruins the story. She just comes out of left field and murders our little sicko, who too be honest, I felt bad for.

He's obviously very sick and deranged, and could use a very long stay in a mental institution, and then Marisol just bombs in and doles out some vigilante justice…which itself sort of leaves me with other questions. Was Marisol just hanging out at the graveyard, did she watch that guy defile the corpse before she killed him (which would probably make her just as sick as he is.)


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by K'lar on Jul 14, 2007, 11:43pm

Unlike the rest of you I ain‘t all that squeamish That said, this was very well written! My single gripe is that other than the cover and the afterword you don`t ever say that it`s Marisol. I really would have liked to gotten a little more of her, but I can also see why you didn`t. That is purely my own perspective. Either way, it was still one hell of a read! Keep away from graveyards born or we are gonna have to report you to PETDMF.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Nephy "Lifebeat" Nephrahim on Jul 14, 2007, 11:44pm

I have no idea why everyone is making a big deal about this one.

Given, I haven’t read it, but I've read some freaky things. I don't see how you can be that grossed out with words.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Nephy "Lifebeat" Nephrahim on Jul 14, 2007, 11:45pm

Oh, and for the record, I WILL be reading it very soon. I'm just working on several things at this moment, and don't like pausing in the middle of reading.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Thomas "The Space Tank" Ingine on Jul 14, 2007, 11:48pm

Jul 14, 2007, 11:44pm, Nephy "Lifebeat" Nephrahim wrote:I have no idea why everyone is making a big deal about this one.

Given, I haven't read it, but I've read some freaky things. I don't see how you can be that grossed out with words.

I'm not an Anime fan, so I haven't read anything that rough.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Nephy "Lifebeat" Nephrahim on Jul 14, 2007, 11:49pm

That hurts me Dean.

In here.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Marcus/Darya/Joshua/Ghost on Jul 14, 2007, 11:50pm

It's a pretty detailed necophilia scene… It's pretty digusting…

Unless you're into Gur- *gets shot*


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by K'lar on Jul 15, 2007, 12:00am

I love Clive Barker. After Books of Blood 1-4, only thing that bothers me is harm to children or pregnant women.

Besides, Last Dance with Mary Jane is one of my favorite videos ever. Kim Bassinger necrophilia FTW.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Sir Nathaniel/Fang on Jul 15, 2007, 12:06am

Jul 14, 2007, 11:48pm, Thomas "The Space Tank" Ingine wrote:
Jul 14, 2007, 11:44pm, Nephy "Lifebeat" Nephrahim wrote:I have no idea why everyone is making a big deal about this one.

Given, I haven't read it, but I've read some freaky things. I don't see how you can be that grossed out with words.

I'm not an Anime fan, so I haven't read anything that rough.

Why would you read Anime? It's made to watch.

I've read some well written disgusting stories before. This is fairly tame. Trust me when you're reading a story, and hoping it gets better, but start going into farm animals that are the main characters female relatives its time to move on.

Nice work.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Chord on Jul 15, 2007, 12:27am

Yeah, I believe I talked to Proto about how the scene was well-written, but it just didn't gross me out, and I have read things that have grossed me out.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #62 (MAX)
Post by Marisol Morales on Jul 15, 2007, 1:18am

Jul 14, 2007, 10:29pm, Chord wrote:If I had one complaint, it's that Marisol showing up sort of ruins the story. She just comes out of left field and murders our little sicko, who too be honest, I felt bad for.

He's obviously very sick and deranged, and could use a very long stay in a mental institution, and then Marisol just bombs in and doles out some vigilante justice…which itself sort of leaves me with other questions. Was Marisol just hanging out at the graveyard, did she watch that guy defile the corpse before she killed him (which would probably make her just as sick as he is.)

Well, yeah. To be honest, I knew this detail was a problem but decided to ignore it. If you ask me, Marisol was taking an early morning stroll, heard some strange noises and came upon him 'finishing up'. I'm glad you felt bad for the narrator though.

In any case… Marisol's lack of presence is, of course, a valid problem. BUT, in a way, she was there throughout the whole story in the form of the narrator. He was very similar to her, with the same basic problems. (Perhaps I should have fleshed that out more in the introduction, but I figured I shouldn't make the rant about depression and loneliness TOO long.) It's supposed to be ironic and unfortunate that Marisol thoughtlessly judged and killed someone so similar to her, who's obviously not the peak of mental health.


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