The
ouran high school host club. Consists of now 6 members. Missing: The
natural type. What will the host club do without her? In a few
minutes the door had been burnt down. She had managed it. But now
there was the problem of getting out. She was weak. She was hungry.
There wasn't a way out. Haruhi
remained trapped in to room. Right now that was her hell.
"Run."
Haruhi
struggled to get up and away from the fire that had just started in
the room. Once she made it to the door, she placed her skinny arm on
the door and her other hand on the doorknob.
It
was locked.
A
few curses were the only thing to escape her lips. In minutes she
would be dead. She knew that. If there only was a way to prevent it.
It's not like the door is going to burn down before she does.
Wait.
Maybe there was a way. Just maybe… In
a few minutes the door had been burnt down. She had managed it. But
now there was the problem of getting out. She was weak. She was
hungry. There wasn't a way out. "SHES
STILL ALIVE!" The voice of one of the men hollered to the other
over the loud sound of the crackling fire, burning down everything in
its path. "YOU
IDIOT!" The other man screamed back. They were standing on the
other side of the vicious flame that kept Haruhi in the room.
Haruhi
looked down at her feet. Beside her foot, was a card. As she used
most of her energy to bend down and pick it up, the card revealed a
ID. A driver's license. Letting
out a little chuckle, she held the card in her hand.
"I
have your ID. I can rat you out." She yelled to the two men over
the flames. Haruhi felt good inside, she might get too see her fellow
host club again. One
of the men grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall, and began to
put the fire out...
