Fuck. I can't move anymore. It hurts. Holy fucking shit it hurts..!

I slowed my running pace considerably until I stopped completely. My muscles cramped. Every part of my body hurt so much. Yet I'm still alive somehow. My heart was beating so incredibly fast, it almost felt like it would burst out of my body at any given moment now. I coughed vigorously, using my only non-injured hand to cover my mouth. Knowing them, they could track me down like bloodhounds if I were to give off too much noise.

...Weird. I could taste something...

...Something metallic-like.

I removed my hand and stared down at it. God, no wonder. I've been coughing out blood. And quite a bit of it too.

It hurts. Everything hurts. I really wanted to just lie down and rest but I need to get away. Reach safety and away from those four. Despite the pain, I had to endure. Running is the only option I have.

I took a few more seconds to recuperate. No harm done in squeezing out a bit more rest, but I had to go. I stood up and gripped my battered and bloodied left arm. She really did a number on it, considering she was weilding a god damn Bowie Knife. Thing was razor sharp and deadly as all hell.

Hopefully, with the amount of maneuvering I did, I bought myself some time to increase the distance between me and those four. During their sudden confusion, which involved some well times tourists asking for directions, I ducked under a shady alleyway that was away from sight. It was getting late already, around 5-6 I think, but there was still plenty of sunlight for them to use, so did what I did. The dark shade of the alleyway would help aid in my escape.

But...now that I think of it, nowhere was safe. Even if I did reach back home, there was still someone who lived VERY close by. Sayori, my childhood friend. And by very close by, I mean she literally lives next to me. And knowing her antics, she could just silently jump from her balcony to mine and enter my home from there.

Fucking shit. Who would have thought that she would also turn out to be like them? She used to be so cute and innocent back then and would always cling to me.

Now she was just...gone. All that's left was this girl with soulless eyes and a never ending smile. And not the kind people would give. No. It was more of a crazed smile than anything else. It was terrifying the first time I saw them. But it was worse than that since everyone else in the club were in the same state.

I know the term for it. But I still can't help but deny it.

Gah, no use thinking about it now. What's more important now was my survival. I mean, if pitted against an ex-debate club member, a knife-wielding madwoman, a small yet deceivingly strong girl and someone who knew every part of my life, I'd stand no chance in surviving.

I need to come up with something. A plan.

For now, I should probably bunk with a close gaming friend of mine. His house was relatively near from where I'm at. But I'll probably end up lying to him about my situation. I can't help to bring him into this problem of mine. He'd just die with no retaliation.

And so, I continued to limp my way, this time to a new destination. Here's to hoping he would accept this lie of mine.

"So...let me get this straight" My friend, Zetsu, replied with a hand on his face. "You, who is normally on good terms with your parents, got kicked out due to reasons revolving around Sayori?".

Alright. So to give a bit of an idea, I lied to him by saying that I got kicked out of home and got beaten to an inch of my life by Sayori's dad all because I wouldn't agree to the idea of taking her as my...

...Uhh...

...Wife.

"...Yea, that's the gist of it" I answered while laughing awkwardly. I mean, it was kind of correct. In a way.

I did get beaten up and yes, it was due to marriage reasons. But it was Sayori who did the beating up. And it was in school, during club activities, just a moment ago, where everything just went to shit. I had no idea someone like her could hit that hard. It wasn't as hard as Natsuki though, since her punches felt like bullets. But it was hard enough.

I bit my lip, hoping that he would buy into the whole ordeal. His eyes scanned me like some sort of warden before sighing loudly. "Alright, I get it. Just get in and I'll help patch your wounds" He finally answered after a while. "Seriously though dude. You got fucked up real bad"

I gave a dry laugh. No kidding.

I entered his home and immediately went straight to the guest room. Since I've been here before, I knew the layout of his home quite well now. The room itself looked about the same from weeks back when you last visited. But my eyes were firmly glued onto the important thing current for me, which was the bed.

Sitting down on the edge, I placed my bag on the floor and heaved a heavy sigh. Alright. At least, for now, I was safe from them. But it was only a matter of time before they start filtering through the rest of my friends, asking about my location. I had to lay low. Extremely low.

A minute later, Zetsu came around and brought numerous things to help with my injuries. Gauze tape, cotton balls, alcohol and some other things.

"What the shit, dude? You also have some cuts here and there. What the fuck just happened?!" He exclaimed, staring at some of the things that Yuri had inflicted onto my body.

I kept silent for a moment, trying to come up with something logical at the very least. But with another sigh, he gave up wanting to know and just told me to zip my mouth. And so, for the next half an hour or so, he continued to treat my numerous cuts, bleeding and other wounds.

Once he was done, he packed up shop and left the room, asking if I needed anything else. I thanked him before shaking my head and telling him it was fine. With that, he was on his merry way to do whatever he had been doing prior.

All that's left is me in the small room, lying down on the bed as my body just immediately caved in on itself. I have never pushed myself so hard and so far in my entire life. I'm so exhausted about the current events that had transpired.

I really wanted to sleep now, but the feeling of unconsciousness never came. My mind was still awake, trying desperately to understand the situation. Situations swirled throughout my head, bombarding me with endless questions. But the most prominent one; Why?

Just, why? Why did all of this happen?

I tried to recall the events that occurred and past events as well, trying to link it all to their behavior as of current. They were crazy. That was for certain. More specifically, crazy about me, for me and anything that had to do with me. From my earlier encounter with Monika, she spilled forth about how she would think about nothing else but me. It was flattering at first, but the madness in her eyes started to show and it was no longer what one would call love.

Which goes back to my previous thought about them. Yandere.

They were crazy for me. To the point of absolute obsession and the total removal of any other female individual in my life.

But just how did I trigger this...? I mean, we were all getting along nicely with each other. Heck, they forced me to go on a date with them a couple of times. Which, I will admit, was really nerve-wrecking to a person like me.

But then again, I was never really popular in school either. I mainly kept to myself and would often find myself talking to them more than anyone. So why?

Why the fuck did this happen?

...Oh well. As much as I'd like to come up with a solution and bring them back, an idea like 'Date the four of them at the same time' to try and solve the issue wouldn't help. It's either I get to the bottom of this, or I submit myself to them. But either way, I will win this war of attrition. And I will tame the girls.

I will save them from themselves. Or die trying.