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"The Massacre In New York City"

Two years ago:

Blood. That had been her first thought. I need blood.

She staggered her way through the alley. She could smell them. There were two of them. Slowly, she stepped out of the alley way. The sudden bright flare of the sun hurt her eyes but they quickly adjusted to it. The street was nearly deserted. Nearly.

There were two of them, just like she had predicted. She could smell them. She could hear the blood rushing inside their veins. God, she needed it. They both looked at her at the same time. She saw fear strike in their eyes. They were frightened and paralyzed because of it. Good, that made things easier for her.

She reached out and grabbed one of them while the other just watched her.

Watched as she broke his partner's neck as if it were a twig. Watched as she ripped his head off completely. Watched as she lowered her head and drank the crimson fluid that came pouring out…

Two days later:

16 year old, Rika Urabe flopped down on the couch and turned the television on. She flipped through the new. Suddenly a news strip caught her eye. It was the BBC hot line news. MASSACRE IN NEW YORK CITY! ENTIRE CITY WIPED CLEAN. BODY PARTS FOUND EVRYWHERE.

Rika just stared at it. New York. New York! Oh my god! Rika thought horrified, that's where Ichinose-kun and Kidou-san are! Grotesque pictures were being shown on the TV now; body parts strewn in the streets, blood splattered on the walls and glass of shops. A wave of nausea swept over Rika. It took all her will power not to puke.

Instead, she reached out and grabbed the phone. She didn't know whose number she dialed. She just did.

"Hello?" a male voice answered her. She squeezed her eyes shut but the images had been burnt into her mind. Tears formed tiny rivulets down her cheeks.

"Check the BBC news channel." was all she could utter before she blackened out.

Somewhere else in Japan:

"Hello?" Sakuma Jirou yelled into the receiver. But there was no response from the other end. Rika seemed to have collapsed. Her words rang in his ears. Check the BBC news channel. He ran to the TV and grabbed the remote out of the guy sitting on the sofa. Fudou Akio gave him an angry look.

"Hey!" he cried but Sakuma didn't pay him the slightest attention. He never did. Only God knew why he even allowed the mohawked dude in his house. He flipped the channels till he reached the station he wanted. BBC news…..

He heard a gasp from the person sitting on the couch. The screen displayed an image of what looked like an after math of a bomb explosion. There was blood everywhere. The streets were covered with crimson liquid. Sakuma read the text written there and his head began to spin. New York.

Oh my God! Kidou! Ichinose! Sakuma thought wildly, this isn't true.

Fudou was staring at the screen with his mouth hanging open. The images were replaced by a reporter.

"What you have just seen were some images of New York City. It seems that overnight all the citizens were ripped to shreds. We have footage of people on their bedrooms; still in their pajamas…there are no survivors. Police are currently searching the area for fingerprints but they have found none yet. They are baffled that there are no finger-prints that match on each and every victim, meanwhile the concerned authorities are warning the entire country to keep their doors locked …." The rest of her words were meaningless to Sakuma.

Fudou was sitting very still, his eyes bulging and his breath coming out in short gasps. There had been no survivors, which meant….

No….Sakuma thought weakly, not this. Please no. He was a good person. He didn't deserve this. HE DIDN'T DESERVE THIS! Sakuma collapsed onto the couch silently. Oh God, this was a disaster. Who was going explain this to Kidou's adoptive dad? Who was going to explain this to Haruna?

Haruna. The word cleared up the mist that was clouding up his brain. He got up and went to the phone. Haruna had the right to know. She deserved the truth. It was painful but she had to know. He dialed her number.

"Hello, is Haruna home?" he said as soon as some one answered the phone in the Otonashi residence. Fudou was giving him the "are-you-crazy" look, which was very scary coming from him. But the voice that answered the phone made him go still. Very still.

"Kidou?" he breathed out.

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