"For our pampered little Kei-chan, I guess we're going to have to hold his hands."
Those words rang in my mind as I woke up, remembering a small fragment of my first day in my new school the day before. It was getting late, as I got up and did my routine morning business like I do every day. Tamahide High School was awaiting my presence on the second day of that school year, and I was about to go with my sisters Ako and Riko as expected. After locking the door and gate - again, as expected, they joyously smiled at me as we started the walk hand-in-hand to Tamahide High, despite my promise the day before. I had already seen the school with my own eyes and learned the ins and outs of it from my sisters who had already been attending the school for a while, through a long lecture yesterday night. Riko decided to break the silence.
"Keita, remember that time we defended you from that dog with just a stick?"
We had a good chat about that time, though something seemed different today. Since Tamahide High was close by to our house, we expected the usual traffic and sounds of the trains passing through. However, there was almost no one in sight. Not a soul. The wind blew the trees nearby, but only the trees were the life of the area. Ako questioned this absurdity, which was followed up by my cheesy comment about a marathon that was never talked about. The walk continued as we eventually approached Tamahide High - which, to our surprise, was deserted as well. Were we late? Was there an epidemic we never knew about? We were bound to find out very soon.
"We're late, aren't we? Oh well, it happens sometimes."
The school gates were still open, surprisingly, but with a lot of blood smears seen on the ground. We were extremely shocked to see it. Where did this blood come from? To my unpleasant surprise, however, Ako and Riko ignored the bloodstains, opting to even walk on it. I attempted not to, wondering what was going on in the vicinity. Continuing into the school building, the atmosphere got even more disturbing. The large clock in front of the school was the most disturbing part of it all. It was spinning uncontrollably, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. A student was severely compressed into the small-by-comparison circular form factor of the clock, and I could see her being punctured with the rapidly moving arms of it. I stood there, out of breath, agape with shock. As I stared at it for a while, the blood level rose until the top. There was a hole at the bottom, and so blood started leaking from it and spilled towards us like a pail of water. I screamed so loud that the resultant scream seemed to have pierced through the whole town.
"Keita?"
I looked to my left and to my right. Surprisingly, Ako and Riko were gone. I had no idea where they went at all, for they were here one minute and gone the next. I decided to walk slowly to the area where we placed our shoes - since in true Asian culture you have to remove your shoes before you enter most places. Along the way, I saw the most sickening of things - severed heads with blood dripping from every conceivable spot, blended body parts with bloodshed clearly evident, like before, on every spot, genitalia being obliterated with broken pianos, damaged computers and more bizarre things - including the fact that these electronic apparatuses were all plugged into power points and making loud crackling noises as if it went through a short-circuit, human hearts gushing out blood like a fountain with a sword pierced into the central areas of the hearts and, worst of all - I could actually feel them crying for my help. It seemed like they were alive and pleading for what they truly deserved - for no one deserved this pain on Earth. Maybe they do somewhere else, but not here. I finally - which is an understatement, since the journey was frivolously painful and long - made it to the area where shoes are placed.
Little did I know that I made a big mistake coming here.
Some people I held dear was in that room, being agonisingly annihilated by means that seemed impossible. Steel ropes were hanging from the ceiling suspending Ako and Riko upside-down, with chainsaws glued to the wall plugged into an active power point were running at full speed and slitting through their innocent bodies horizontally. Eventually the chainsaws won the battle and the bottom half of their bodies collapsed to the floor, exposing their severely-wounded parts of their reproductive systems to my sorry eyes. Mikuni was having her upper body parts processed through a tanonsaw with a chisel specifically slicing through her lower parts of her body Most disturbingly, however, I saw a fretsaw to her eyes that seemed to move rapidly, and eventually the rope suspending her gave way. With the gravitational pull of the Earth, her body dropped from the ceiling and landed on the blood-ridden floor, showering her already blood-ridden body with more of the red liquid from the other dead students, some of which I recognized. I refused to see any more, any longer. I decided quickly to run as fast as I could from the gory sight until I could not take it any longer. Eventually my knees gave way outside a nearby train station, and within an instant, I was out like a light.
"Keita-senpai!"