諷 刺 的 獨 白（小 说）

火白王

　　

（说明：这篇小说出自一位13岁初一学生之笔，我的外孙女。她性格开朗，阳光活泼，喜欢阅读，自学小说写作。我觉得有点不可思议，特在美篇平台上转载，请有小说创作爱好的美友指点、指教，引导新人成长，不胜感激！）



　　小说作者電繪畫的這個女孩就是本小说的主角，画面颜色反差极大、头型正反颠倒，视觉效果传达出极致的故事梗。





　　雨滴，滴答作響。大雨的旋律滲入她的耳中，幾乎將她腦海裡那場更大的風雨徹底淹沒。某種鹹澀的液體滑落到她的唇邊，而她已經分不清，那究竟是雨水，還是那些彼此衝突的情緒所誕下的產物。

她的名字叫做 Irony（諷刺）

一個極其奇怪的名字，但她接受了，反正她也沒有任何意見。

她腦海中那片原本空洞的虛無，如今早已被徹底摧毀，彷彿有無形的刀刃不斷劈砍、撕裂著它們。Irony 甚至無法分出一絲心神去思考。

很久以前開始，她便失去了情緒。沒有流動的思緒樂章，沒有靈光乍現的念頭。說得直接些，她就像一具活著的人偶，被所有人操控，卻又不屬於任何人。她自己的思想就像她的名字一樣，毫無意義，乾枯得像個玩笑。即使她能品嚐、能聽見、甚至能哭泣，她仍覺得自己缺少了某種重要的東西。

腳踩進泥濘中的聲音，在潮濕而濃霧瀰漫的森林裡迴盪。

一朵喧鬧而刺眼的花停駐在枝頭上，與周圍格格不入。Irony 抬起拳頭，那東西瞬間燃起火焰，隨後又被細雨熄滅。

於是，她繼續往前走。但如果她既沒有目標，也沒有終點，那還能稱作「走路」嗎？

一片空地慢慢出現在她的視野邊緣。也許，還是有終點的。

她的腳步逐漸加快。陽光穿透森林稀薄的樹冠，而她渾身濕透地衝進那片明亮的草原。

然後，她停住了。

草原被徹底摧毀了。取而代之的，是一片醜陋灰暗的平台。

Irony 幾乎想笑——因為有一株可憐的小嫩芽，正從平台縫隙裡探出頭來，拼命地想活下去。但它沒能成功。她一腳踩了下去，甚至還多踩了幾次，確保它徹底死去。

「確保。」

她為什麼會在意這種事？

她坐到了平台上。好幾分鐘裡，她一動不動，甚至沒有眨眼。

然後，她終於開口，像是終於下定決心。

「我的名字叫 Irony。站在這片空地邊緣的人啊，希望你願意分一點心思聽我說。

我生來就擁有不自然的力量——永不熄滅的猩紅火焰。從我降生於世的那一刻起，我便被視為怪物。沒有人類會擁有像我這樣的頭髮。僅僅因為這點，我便只能活在孤獨與無知裡。

沒過多久，我被放逐了。我不知道他們把我送去哪裡，不知道這地方是什麼，也不知道這一切的意義。

我唯一知道的是——某種代價已經被支付了。我失去了所有情感與感覺，而那原本應該存在心臟的位置，只剩下空洞，多年來不斷糾纏著我。

她抬手解開束著頭髮的紅色緞帶。那奇異的彩虹色長髮瞬間傾瀉而下。

後來，我找到了一片草原。就是這裡。那像是某種記憶的回收，一個幾乎摧毀我脆弱理智的念頭。一開始，那像是一種恩賜；但之後，毒一般的思想悄悄滲入，慢慢抹去我腦中僅剩的善與惡。它把我變成了一具人偶。

我只會聽從別人的思想，因為那就是我的命令。幻想變成了現實，而我也逐漸接受了它。

Irony 抬起手，面無表情地將自己的手指硬生生扭脫臼。接著，她直接把它從根部撕了下來。鮮血飛濺。碎肉從殘缺的指節上垂落，白骨裸露而出。

她隨手把斷指丟到一旁，開始處理第二根。很快地，她整隻手的手指都散落在地上，像被切成數段的小蟲。

Irony 滿意地點點頭，抬起頭繼續說：

「我曾聽見一名學者的想法。

他命令我燒掉他父母的房子。我問他，他父母的家在哪裡，但他只是奇怪地看著我，叫我滾開。於是，作為補償，我去了他的城市，把整座城燒成灰燼。唯一留下來的，只有這個小鋼鍋。我毀了它，因為它和我不相配。」

她從口袋裡拿出一塊鋒利的鋼片，漫不經心地在自己大腿上劃出細細的血痕。

「有個女人曾經帶著一個像是死掉的孩子來找我。我沒有任何愧疚感，但她卻說我應該感到抱歉。接著，她命令我殺了她。所以我照做了。奇怪的是，當她看見火焰時，她尖叫了起來，好像根本沒想到我真的會殺她。也許她以為我會用刀吧。」

她用僅剩完好的那隻手，把鋼片狠狠刺進腿裡。令人作嘔的摩擦聲沿著骨頭傳出。但她毫無反應。

她繼續把刀往下移到腳踝，然後又拔了出來，隨手丟到旁邊。

「之後，我去了另一個從未見過的地方。那裡的人們崇拜著一名英雄，還替他立了一座青銅雕像。

我問他們，為什麼需要這麼做。他們說，那位英雄曾為了城市流下鮮血。我便問：這怎麼會是英雄的行為？他們回答說，那是光榮而勇敢的犧牲，他們每個人都想成為英勇的英雄。」

她抬起殘破的腿，把手指伸進深深的傷口裡攪動。她的表情沒有絲毫痛苦。她甚至把連接腳踝的骨頭直接扯了出來，只留下扭曲破碎的血肉。

「於是，我替他們流了血，也燒了他們。他們死在自己的英雄面前，看起來應該是一種祝福吧。

但接著，一群孩子對著我哭喊尖叫。看起來他們很痛苦，所以我結束了他們的痛苦，把他們全都殺了。他們叫得好大聲。

我覺得我的耳朵理應會痛才對。為什麼人類最後總是尖叫？那是某種儀式嗎？」

一顆漂浮的火球在空中成形。

Irony 把它放到自己殘廢的腿上，將整條腿燒成灰燼。斷肢甚至不再流血，只剩下一層焦黑的表面，以及從髖骨露出的蒼白骨頭。她拍了拍灰燼。

「我不知道。我的身體似乎恢復了一些本能，但我依舊什麼也感覺不到。後來，我走到了這裡，卻發現這地方已經毀了。我想知道發生了什麼事。然後，我看見了你。」

她小心地從平台上站起來，跌跌撞撞地朝前方那道人影走去。色彩開始混成一片。Irony 已經分不清眼前的一切。就像前方那團劇烈晃動的模糊影子。

「所以，我決定就在這裡結束。

我毫無價值，正如我對這世界而言毫無意義。」

她抬起手，想觸碰眼前的人。

然而，她的手卻直接穿過了對方的身體。

世界再次扭曲。

Irony 踉蹌了一下，跪倒在地。她面前空無一人。潮濕泥地上沒有腳印，沒有任何人曾經存在過的痕跡。那全都是幻覺。根本沒有人。沒有人聽她說故事。

不過，其實也沒差吧？她早就已經毀掉自己了。而現在，她正在死去。真可惜啊。她終究沒能體會到「恐懼」。

她撿起那塊鋼片，抵上自己的喉嚨。她身上的紅色緞面洋裝，除了被鮮血染出更深的色塊之外，看起來與之前並沒有不同。

Irony 用手抹過自己沾滿鮮血的臉頰。然而，那血竟早已乾涸。

她微微偏頭，露出一絲困惑。接著，鋼片乾脆俐落地割開了她的喉嚨。

——啊。

她望向天空，仰起頭，讓那已被破壞的脖頸徹底暴露。

「高高在上的人們啊。這就是你們想要的，不是嗎？如果我真的按照你們的規則度過了這短暫的一生，你們願意施捨我一次機會嗎？

讓我轉生成一個普通人。」

一聲無力的輕笑從她喉間擠出。Irony 的身體抽搐了一下，隨後倒在地上。很奇怪。她其實並不覺得自己的身體出了什麼問題。

只是腦中有種發癢般的嗡鳴感而已。她蒼白的手朝天空伸去，試圖抓住那逐漸從厚重雨幕後現身的太陽。

一道美麗的彩虹橫跨天際。Irony 的空白神情依舊沒有任何改變。她只是靜靜地凝視著。當肺部艱難地吸入最後一口氣時，她的雙眼終於失去焦距。一層蒼白覆蓋了那深藍色的眼珠，就像天空中新生的雲層，輕輕翻湧飄動。



　　

（下面是小说英文的原文：Pitter, patter.The melody of soft rain inserts itself into her ears, effectively drowning the raging storm in her mind. Something salty dripped onto her lips, and she could no longer tell whether it was the raindrops or the spawn of conflicting emotions.

Her name was Irony. A truly strange name, but she accepted it.

She didn’t have an opinion, either way. Whatever had been in the empty void of her mind was now eradicated, metaphorical blades slashing and hacking them apart. Irony couldn’t spare a single thought.

Long since has she lived with no emotions, no serenade of flowing thoughts, no gleam of ideas that pop out of nowhere. To be blunt, she was a living puppet, controlled by nobody and everybody. Thoughts of her own were like her name, holding no meaning and jokingly dry. Even though she could taste, hear, and cry, she couldn’t help but think it was lacking.

The sound of feet hitting mud resounded through the humid, foggy woods. A loud flower perched on a branch, achingly unfitting. Irony raised her fist and the thing burst into flames, later extinguished by the trickling rain. And so the walk resumed. Could she call it a walk when she had no goal nor destination in sight?

A clearing slowly appeared in her peripheral vision. Well, maybe there was a destination. Her footsteps increased in intensity as she picked up the pace. The sunlight shined through the thin canopy of the forest as she burst, completely drenched, into the bright meadow.

Then, her steps faltered.

The meadow was obliterated, an unsightly, grey platform in its place. Irony almost laughed at how a pathetic little sprout peeked out from the new platform, trying its best to survive. It didn’t. She stepped on it before it had a chance, stamping her heel a few more times for good measure.

Good measure. Why did she care anyway? She sat down on the platform. For a few minutes, she stayed there, not blinking. Then, she spoke, seemingly making up her mind.

“My name is Irony. Whoever is standing at the edge of this clearing, I hope you spare a thought. I was born with unnatural powers, the power of never-dying crimson flames. I was considered an abomination the moment I arrived in this world. No human is born with hair such as mine. That fact alone brought me solitary and ignorance of my situation.

Before long, I was banished. I had no idea where they sent me, what this place was, and what the purpose was. The only thing I knew was that a price had been paid. I lost all emotion and feeling, the empty space where my heart is supposed to be haunting me for years.”

She raised a hand to her hair and untied the red band restraining the strange rainbow colored hair. It cascaded down her shoulder in a flurry.

“Then, I found a meadow. This one. It was a reclaiming of memory, a thought that nearly broke my fragile mind. It was a blessing at first, but then, poisoned thoughts snuck in, slowly wiping out whatever goodness of evilness that was left in my mind. It turned me into a puppet. I listen only to others’ thoughts, as they are my orders. Fantasy became reality, and soon, I accepted it.”

Irony held up a hand and dislocated a finger without flinching. Then, she tore it from the base. Blood sprayed, flesh dripped from the remains of the fingers as bone peeked out. She tossed it aside and moved to the second finger. Soon, all the fingers on her hand were laying on the ground, like little worms cut in half. Irony nodded, satisfied, and raised her head.

“So, as I heard a thought from a scholar, he ordered me to burn down his parents house. I asked him where his parent’s house was, but he looked at me strangely and told me to scram. To compensate, I went to his city and burnt it to the ground. Nothing was salvaged except for this little steel pot. I destroyed it because it didn’t match me.”

She reached into a pocket and produced a sharp slice of steel, absentmindedly cutting thin lines of blood into her thighs.

“A person approached me with a broken expression, holding what seemed to be a dead child. I didn’t feel any guilt, yet the woman announced that I should feel sorry. She then ordered me to kill her. So I did and proceeded. For some reason, she screamed when she saw the flames like she didn't expect me to kill her. Maybe she thought I’d use a knife.”

Irony stabbed the steel into her leg with her good hand, the nauseating sound of it scratching against bone echoing. She was unfazed, and moved the blade lower to her ankle. Then, she removed it and tossed it to the side.

“After that, I moved myself to a new area where I’ve never seen before. There, they worshiped a hero in the form of a bronze statue. I asked why this was necessary and the people answered that this hero spilled his blood for their city. I then questioned how this was the actions of a hero, and they told me that it was a glorious and brave sacrifice, and they would all want to be a val）

　　

（以上作者原创时使用的是英文，我女儿用AI翻译成中文，是繁体字，读起来可能会辛苦一点。但美篇规定单篇文章最多字数不能超过5000字，所以英文小说只是其中的开始部分章节。如果有英文阅读能力的美友使用英语阅读，行文流畅性与情感表达的准确性更佳。）

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