The Hunter Becomes the Hunted
Limping away from the sunset that was gradually bleeding from the sky felt like the confirmation of my affinity to the dark side. Ironic really, how the day turned into dusk at my coming. It was almost as if the very heavens knew of my impending death.
And impending it was. Holding my side, limping through the vast fields, I knew I was going to die, either from blood loss or Kogami was going to catch me. I think I preferred it would be the latter. No, I knew it.
I couldn't believe that the little Enforcer had caught up with my game, breaking all the rules, bypassing my defences…or perhaps I had anticipated this long ago….the hunter becoming the hunted.
Perhaps that was the reason I was so strongly fixated on Kogami, taunting him, aggravating him, subconsciously knowing that he would be the one to kill me.
What if this was part of my intricate plan all along?
I had gotten bored of a world where everything was replaceable, where you could find a spare for any talent, where any relationship could be replaced, where people were empty and alone, and where people no longer have need of others. I had wished to change it, to break from this never ending cycle of humanity, a cycle that the Sybil system decreed and lorded over.
My criminally asymptomatic symptom gave me a free pass from the Inspectors and the Enforcers, which was just further incentive to change this city. Touma Kouzaburou, Masatake MIdou, Rikako Oryo and Sunguji were just pawns to be thrown away after they had exceeded their use-by-date to further my plans in this elaborate game of life and death.
In an attempt I dimly knew to be futile, I sped up my pace, hoping to gain some distance. Running through the wheat fields, the kernels were swaying in the wind, almost as if they were bowing down to me, mocking me.
What was this negative thinking? I really must be losing it now. Shaking my head to clear it just seemed to make my vision blurry...and I felt the insane urge to laugh. Shit I must be mad...but then maybe I was the entire time. Certainly everyone else seemed to think so.
Giving into the exhaustion of my body, panting, I fell onto my hands and knees at the edge of the field, watching the sweat and blood splash onto the hard and unyielding earth beneath me through my increasingly blurrier vision.
In one last effort, I pushed myself up, leaving behind a bloody handprint as I struggled up the slope. Darkness reigned at long last, the sun falling beyond the horizon, taking the last rays of warmth with it. The temperature immediately cooled down and an ominous wind blew. Clouds covered the heavens, leaving one little pocket of night sky that allowed the red moon to peek through.
I knew that he would not be far behind.
I wonder why…that the thought of dying by the hands of someone other than you never occurred to me.
The wind blew, and I collapsed on my knees, raising my head to the sky, watching the dark clouds cover the moon as I asked the silent executioner I knew was standing behind me.
"Say, what do you think Kogami…after this, will you be able to find a replacement for me?"
His reply was "Well I sure hope not"
I smiled faintly, knowing that the end for me was near, and knowing that I had at least been irreplaceable for someone. Like Mark Twain said, go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company
The only sound that could be heard was the wind picking up…and in the silence…
He pulled the trigger.
A/N:
I know that Makishima did actually die, but I thought that for all his being the main antagonist, his death was anti-climatic, and didn't really show the inner workings of his mind