S. Darko: a Donnie Darko Tale
Jack didn’t have to die, either. His best path was leaving his dog tags and possibly also his backpack up on the windmill to make it appear that he died. That would have gotten everyone off his innocent back. He then needed to find a way to save both Samantha and Corey. The pervert priest would no longer have anyone to frame and thus, end up caught.
“Everybody burn the house on down!”
- House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance
Really, I feel bad for both Donnie and Jack. A jet engine and a meteorite are, frankly, awful artifacts to have to figure out what to do with.
Needles, thankfully, are much easier to work with. I thought there were too many parallels between what happened to me at the hospital and things someone else has been through and I was right to recognize those, much like I was right to recognize Cactus and my grandmother in the doppelgängers of them that were there. I still have the scar from when the hospital staff ended up tranquillizing me.
I’m also beginning to think that saving the world does require a sacrifice - after all, Donnie would have still lost his room and everything in it. Jack would have still lost his dog tags and potentially also the stuff he was carrying in his backpack.
So I have a plan for a blood sacrifice that is already in motion. I can send a needle into a portal if that portal is me.
Operation: Full Hysterectomy achieves my goals and I will be surviving the procedure. I am the blood sacrifice and that’s okay because it’s not being spilled unnecessarily.
Recovery is probably gonna be a bitch but it will be well worth it. It’s already a procedure I need to have, by the way. I’m a DIY magician and, the way I figure, worst case scenario I get a surgery I already need. Best case scenario, it also saves the world ::3