[Fic Snippet] Jennifer's Body: Impure
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anenkoI know, more or less, how this fic is supposed to end. The transition from here to there is stopping me dead, though.
Title: Impure
Author: anenko
Fandom: Jennifer's Body
Rating: R
Summary: Being bug-fuck crazy wasn't all bad.
The thing that got to Needy--really fucking got under her skin--was that Low Shoulder sacrificed the wrong girl, and still ended up with everything they wanted. It was the girl--it was Jennifer--who was cursed to walk the earth as a man-eating monster. Because she wasn't a virgin, and getting fucked was the same thing as being damned.
Chip was dead. Jennifer was evil and dead. And Needy. . . Needy was certifiably insane. She'd killed all those boys, torn them to shreds just for the hell of it, just because she was creepy, pathetic Needy Lesnicki. Jennifer was rotting in the ground, and Needy was rotting in a cell, and Low Shoulder was playing to sold out crowds. Low Shoulder was playing the fucking Teen Choice Awards.
Being bug-fuck crazy wasn't all bad. The food sucked, and the bedside service left a lot to be desired, but plotting bloody revenge was a breeze. Needy was already crazy dangerous--everyone said so, everyone knew it was true, and wasn't Needy a legend in Devil's Kettle?--and what was a little murder after stabbing her best friend in the heart with a box-cutter?
If she wasn't already off her rocker, the bite mark on her shoulder that wouldn't heal would have freaked her out. If she didn't already know that she was capable of some really awful shit, the images that played out behind her eyes would have made her squeal in terror. As it stood, the first time Needy Lesnicki levitated in her cell, Jennifer's mark hot like fire in her blood, all she could say was: "Fucking awesome."
Needy could hear Jennifer's answering laugh, low and breathy against the curve of Needy's ear: "Oh, Needy. Needy. You haven't seen anything yet."
"Jennifer," Needy told her shrink, "wants revenge from beyond the grave." She smiled, wide and wild: the smile that belonged to crazy Needy, delusional Needy, the Needy who would kick someone in the face as soon as look at them.
"Jennifer never was very good at forgiveness," Needy said. "She was right, you know. Forgiveness is overrated. Forgiveness is for pussies."
Needy and Jennifer had always been close. Jennifer had made sure that Needy understood, at the very end. She had died with her blood on Needy's hands, Needy's blood in her mouth. Needy understood. Needy knew. She closed her eyes and saw flesh and blood; felt the wet ache between her thighs at the thought of skin tearing beneath her fingernails.
Needy wasn't sane, anymore
Needy wasn't quite human, either.
Needy was going to tear through that second-rate emo pop band like God-damned tissue paper. Low Shoulder may have dealt with the Devil, but they hadn't dreamt of the hell Needy was going on rain down on them. Needy had a lot of time to think, and nothing left to lose; what she did have was enough rage to power an entire fucking city.
Title: Impure
Author: anenko
Fandom: Jennifer's Body
Rating: R
Summary: Being bug-fuck crazy wasn't all bad.
The thing that got to Needy--really fucking got under her skin--was that Low Shoulder sacrificed the wrong girl, and still ended up with everything they wanted. It was the girl--it was Jennifer--who was cursed to walk the earth as a man-eating monster. Because she wasn't a virgin, and getting fucked was the same thing as being damned.
Chip was dead. Jennifer was evil and dead. And Needy. . . Needy was certifiably insane. She'd killed all those boys, torn them to shreds just for the hell of it, just because she was creepy, pathetic Needy Lesnicki. Jennifer was rotting in the ground, and Needy was rotting in a cell, and Low Shoulder was playing to sold out crowds. Low Shoulder was playing the fucking Teen Choice Awards.
Being bug-fuck crazy wasn't all bad. The food sucked, and the bedside service left a lot to be desired, but plotting bloody revenge was a breeze. Needy was already crazy dangerous--everyone said so, everyone knew it was true, and wasn't Needy a legend in Devil's Kettle?--and what was a little murder after stabbing her best friend in the heart with a box-cutter?
If she wasn't already off her rocker, the bite mark on her shoulder that wouldn't heal would have freaked her out. If she didn't already know that she was capable of some really awful shit, the images that played out behind her eyes would have made her squeal in terror. As it stood, the first time Needy Lesnicki levitated in her cell, Jennifer's mark hot like fire in her blood, all she could say was: "Fucking awesome."
Needy could hear Jennifer's answering laugh, low and breathy against the curve of Needy's ear: "Oh, Needy. Needy. You haven't seen anything yet."
"Jennifer," Needy told her shrink, "wants revenge from beyond the grave." She smiled, wide and wild: the smile that belonged to crazy Needy, delusional Needy, the Needy who would kick someone in the face as soon as look at them.
"Jennifer never was very good at forgiveness," Needy said. "She was right, you know. Forgiveness is overrated. Forgiveness is for pussies."
Needy and Jennifer had always been close. Jennifer had made sure that Needy understood, at the very end. She had died with her blood on Needy's hands, Needy's blood in her mouth. Needy understood. Needy knew. She closed her eyes and saw flesh and blood; felt the wet ache between her thighs at the thought of skin tearing beneath her fingernails.
Needy wasn't sane, anymore
Needy wasn't quite human, either.
Needy was going to tear through that second-rate emo pop band like God-damned tissue paper. Low Shoulder may have dealt with the Devil, but they hadn't dreamt of the hell Needy was going on rain down on them. Needy had a lot of time to think, and nothing left to lose; what she did have was enough rage to power an entire fucking city.
