~CD (CartoonedDiva) has watched walkthroughs of Blood Covered...Repeated Fear, Book of Shadows, read the mangas, and watched the OVA, but this is my own story from after Blood Covered...Repeated Fear manga. Some points in the story have twists from Book of Shadows ,the game, because it makes it more...interesting? Plus, I'll say it now, spoilers ahead for Blood Covered, Book of Shadows, and [prologue] Blood Drive. PoVs changes throughout the story from Heavenly Host and the real world.~
She paced down the dark, empty hallways with her arms wrapped around her stomach. The eerie noises and distant moaning from other souls made a cold shiver run down her demented spine. Her lower lip quivered as she begun down the stairs. Even in death, the school still chilled her to the few bones she had. She's been walking around the demolished demotions for what feels like ages now, with still no sign of any life. The sound of the creaking boards under foot gave sound to the unearthly school. She got chills as soon as she passed the infirmary. The sound of flies and smell of rotting meat struck her by surprise. She put her hand over her mouth and slowly trooped foreword. As she walked ahead, something squished beneath her foot, giving a 'pssht' sound that filled the soundless hallways with noise. Tears began to form in her eyes as she looked up at the darkened wall. She shrieked and dashed away from the entrails, innards, and pulverized intestines covering the wall and floor.
The contents of my stomach. No! Why must I look like that? She stopped to catch her breath ahead of the third floor steps. She lowered her head, gasping for air. I'm so alone in this horrid place. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she flung her back against the wall and slid down, covering her eyes. She sobbed heavily until she couldn't anymore. She stood up and wiped her tears away from her eyes. She walked down to the first floor, noticing a puddle of wax on the dusty floor. She knelt down next to the puddle and smiled weakly. Shinozaki-san. Hmmn, I do wonder if you all made it out alive... She stood up and walk down stairs. The first floor was covered in decaying corpses that she'd never seen. She staggered past them and the entrance. Tiny shoe's decorated the floor. Why are there so many shoes? They're so tiny. She advanced to the second wing doors, and looked at them. The large doors seems to be painted in place or a decoration to the eye, but when you pushed on the doors, they swung open.
She glanced around at the wicked sight that was all around her. Corpses lorded the grounds as with endless forests. So many dead bodies. I've never seen this many before. Not even in the school. Did these people...kill themselves? She continued foreword cautiously, looking towards all the corpses. Some are so tiny, junior high maybe? She kept walking until she reached the large doors. This is it, huh? The second wing that I've heard about? She placed her hands on the decrepit doors and pushed in. The doors swung open without resistance. The air seemed heavier than the main building. The smell of rotting meat and death filled the entrance. She walked on ward, covering her nose. That smell...it smells like, but it can't be.
She walked towards the smell. The aroma grew unbearable as she walked into the hall producing the horrid smell. On the ground in front of her laid a rotting corpse of a young man, around her age maybe. His innards, and intestines were ripped right from his body, like he was a gutted fish. His face showed no sign of life what so ever, and his eyes watched the ceiling lifelessly. The smell he gave off was excruciating, it filled the whole hall. This boy couldn't have died that long ago, there was no sign of decaying. She staggered back as tears began to fill her eyes. A faint, male voice filled her head, echo the same things over an over. Kizami-kun, why? Why? It hurts. It hurts so much. Kiz...a..mi-kuuun. I thought I was your friend. It hurts. It hurts so much. Why? Her knees shook until her feet gave way from beneath her. She placed her hand on her head as a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She slowly slid her hand down her head, and covered her mouth in fear. Tears started streaming down her cheeks. This used to be a living being just a few hours ago. Walking, breathing, talking with his friends. Now, he's just a clump of intestines, and rotting meat sprawled out on the old flooring. His rancid odder too. Whoever did this sure had fun with it. I know this poor souls' feelings. His pain, and agony must be excruciating. He probably wouldn't want me looking at his body for too long. It must be overly embarrassing. She placed her hands on the ground, pushing herself up.
Soon after leaving the boys body and heading until the nearest hall, she noticed her hands began to ooze a sticky, crimson red like liquid. My hands all the way to my shoulders blades are trounced in that rancid smelling liquid. Blood. The way you die, is the way you die, right? Heh, I wouldn't be bleeding for no reason exactly. She shrugged it off and began down the hall, with blood soaked hands. She pushed foreword until she reached the corpse covered stairs. She walked ahead and scanned the decomposing stairs case. She headed upward until she reached the top. The silences on this floor was unbearable, something seemed off. As she kept walking, trails of blood began to appear on the ground below her feet, along with small shards of glass. Her heart pounded hard as she followed the faint tracks. The faint red marks covered the ground began to darken until they were a deep crimson red. "W-what the hell? This blood is fresh! And these glass shards." She continued ahead, noticing a small, blood soaked object at her feet. She reached down, and grabbed it, without looking at it, clutching it tightly. The blood caked object had been a cell phone. A very similar one, too. No...no... Glass shards cracked under foot as she preceded onward Shards and shards of razor sharp glass decorated the floor, most drench in blood. From tiny pieces to large weapons, this glass was not just for decoration. She walked on reaching a shattered window, most parts soaked in blood. She quaked in fear as she leaned over the window, looking out to dead that laid at the bottom. Someone had defiantly killed themselves. She looked down at the phone in her grip, then back down to the decaying bodies. This blood, it's fairly new. I think I should go look down there. Maybe they're alive!
She darted away from the window. She ran down the stairs, following the blood tracks' stains until they completely disappeared. The remains of the poor, dismembered boy wasn't on her mind at all this time. She ran right past him without second thoughts. I'm so sorry, but I have no time at the moment to sympathies with. She ran as fast as possible to the demolished doubled doors. She pushed on them with slight force. The doors gave way, and opened with ease. She dashed out, and started calling out to the endless woods. She loosened her grip around the phone until it slipped out of her grip, and onto to walkway, making a thud sound when it hit the ground. She crept towards the railing, and searched the area. She leaned foreword to examine closer as what seemed to be a child's voice began to mumble in her ear. "Don't go out there. Stay away." She looked behind her, but to her avail, nothing was there. I need to. I have to see what lies beyond this point! She positioned her hands on the corroded fence, and started to leap over the fence. Her feet hit the ground with a thunk. Blood dripped down her torn skirt and down her pale legs.
She groaned as she paced ahead. Rain poured down onto her blood soaked, messy hair. The blood poured out from her dismembered head and jaw. She walked foreword, examining the deluged bodies. Blood couldn't dry with the down poor, and the fresh blood that she'd been tracking been washed away. Most of the corpses looked contemporary, brand new. Did all of these people commit suicide, or were they killed by the children spirits? They're so many. I feel bad for them. She walked on foreword as washed up glass shards began pooling around her feet. "Huh?" She bent down, picking up a shard of glass off the ground, and inspected it. "There's blood on these pieces, but the rain should have washed it away, right?" The dull glass blade was covered in blood. Fresh blood. She advanced towards the forest, following the crushed arrangements of glass. The aroma of blood filled her nostrils as a corpse began to form ahead of her. She rushed forward, noticing the familiar gakuran, and ID card not so far behind. Tears formed in her eyes as she cautiously walked on.
The male corpse sprawled out in front of her was surely dead, and was strangely familiar, but it couldn't be. No, no. I'm just imagining things. She dropped to her knees, tiny beads of blood dripping from the corners of her lips, and started sobbing. "No! Please, let it be a dream. Let it be my imagination! This can't be! No!" Tears rolled down her cheeks, and down her chin as she kept sobbing. Make this nightmare stop! Please! Why must this be happening to me? The tears kept coming, replacing new ones when she'd wipe them away. The rain continued to poor down onto her, soaking her to the bone. The area that she'd fallen to had become strikingly cold. Had someone been watching me the whole time? Did someone see me crying? Something or someone cold touched her shoulder. It chilled every inch of her, making every single hair on her body stick up. Someone had been watching me, b-but it's not that strange. Her soft sobbing begun to die away until she could only hear the sound of the rain against building, and the faint breathing behind her.
"Calm down," the male voice begun to speak behind her, moving closer and closer with each heartbeat.
"There's no need to cry," Tears welded up in her eyes again as she lowered her head down, taking glances at the bloody corpse.
"Mayu."
Tears rolled down her cheeks once again as she turned around and flung herself at him. "Shige-nii! Why? Why," she hollered out. He pulled her into his embrace, letting her crying into his chest. "Shh, shh. Let it all out. Not everyone can survive a place like this." He placed his hand on top of her head, brushing down her matted hair as she sobbed furiously, "Shige-nii, why'd you have to die?" He looked down to his corpse, letting out a slight snicker, "it's not like I'd survive in the real world for long anyway," looking back down at the sobbing girl, "Mayu..." His depressed sigh snapped her out of her trance. She looked up at him, her bright green eyes filled with tears, "but," she began. He wiped away the remaining tears with his torn sleeve, and cracked a slight smile, "there's no way I'd be able to live in the real world after passing through here."
How can he look at me, and smile? I must look so disturbing. Stomach churning. I wouldn't care if he ran from me, I'd do the same. I probably look horrific!
"Mayu? You don't look so well, how about we find somewhere you can rest for awhile? Does that sound good," he muttered as he begun to stand up. I got so caught up with finding Shige-nii, that I totally forgot about how much pain I was in. "Ah, yeah," she said in distress, getting off her knees. I am in a lot of pain. Being slammed through the infirmary doors, dragged across the ground at high speed, and being splattered against the wall, taking my final breathes as a scream, to never again as a living being. How could I forget? "Mayu, come on," he said as he glanced down at her. She nodded rapidly, clinging onto his arm with a soft smile. He grunted quietly as they began foreword.
I have Shige-nii, but what is it worth? It would have been for the better if he had escaped with the rest. The rest. I'll never see them again. Their happy smiles, and giddy laughter, it always made me happy. But all my friends, my family, there's no way in seeing you. I didn't even say goodbye...if I had one more chance to see you all, I'd take it in a heartbeat.
~By the way, italicized is when the character is thinking. If you didn't know, a gakuran is a type of Japanese uniform. So, how was this chapter!? Most of this was written down when I got bored, so much of it is messy context, sorry. Also, the way I imagine the spirits are way different. They're just like people, but with a bit of a eerie blue, or red glow to them. Kinda like the revenants in the OVA! More to come! I promise! I hope you all enjoyed.~
~RANDOM UPDATE FROM THE FUTURE: I've been going through my chapters, and fixing messy context, grammar, spelling, ect. Over the chapters, you'll see a dramatic change, so if you don't like my writing style in this chapter, it changes. I just wanted to inform you about that.~