En Mass

En Masse

For the first time in his life, he felt utter desperation. He shifted his eyes to his comrades. Their faces set in stone told him the awful truth; there would be no help from that quarter. He was finally going to reap what he had sown among them. They would mercilessly, watch the harvest: His torture.

Slick hands covered in red clutched him. His captor's laughter rang eerily through his ears. Again, he looked to his comrades this time with the threat in his eyes of should he survive; they would think hell was a vacation resort compared to how miserable he would make their lives. Though they shuddered, they did nothing to help him. His captor began to smear the sticky red substance all over his face as if in some frenzied tribal ritual. He began to sweat leaving varying hues of pink trails trickling down his neck staining his shirt. The sickly sweet smell of strawberries assaulted his nose. He began to growl lowly in the back of his throat.

Damn his comrades, their lips were beginning to twitch. Oddly, it was the one he didn't expect to save him that did. With bribes of candy and horsey rides, Lambo convinced the six-year-old little girl to put down her "Reborn doll." After receiving a final promise that someday she would get to meet the real Reborn, she let Lambo lead her away to wash the jam off her hands. The Guardians and Tsuna released a collective, "Oh shit." En masse they began to pray for their own salvation while Reborn unleashed hell.