Kyouko was crying her eyes out, so hard, she couldn't see straight. She never thought she'd see herself her, always on the other side of the case, solving, not experiencing.
She had gone too far in, the killer catching her before she could catch them.
The class of Hope's Peak had been out on a trip, so watch Sayaka's concert, "One of my best planned!" and now...
She had been found backstage, her head turned to the side, just slightly, her jaw unhinged, the police had said from a brutal hit. Parts of her neck had been missing. Literally missing. Something, or someone, had claws out her neck, so brutally, so roughly, she bled to death in seconds. She must have felt nothing, besides her blow to the jaw.
And now she was cowering in the corner, trapped, her hands scrabbling to get away, the wounds littering her hands and arms bleeding, her head dizzy from the blood loss. She knew that it was the killer who killed Maizono, there had been blows at her neck, and her jaw was broken, the blow so hard she almost blacked out.
And now he was standing over her. She wanted to scream, to cry out, to...
To grab his hands and put them at his sides, where they belonged, or point off, telling someone not to lose hope, or something else, somewhere else...
Not gripped around the knife in his hands, not holding her chin, not...
She felt the cold metal tip press into her neck. Choking back a sob, she heard his voice. Just barely, her head spinning too much, too little blood supply, too much hurt, cannot...
"Tell her I will miss her... And you too..."
Then, she felt something lightly brush her lips, and the metal press into her. Losing consciousness, she felt herself falling, losing her grip, what weak a grip she had, on the hoodie she used to play with sometimes, whenever he was feeling down.
And she felt a superfluous amount of hope inside of her, even as she died, that maybe he didn't know what he was doing, maybe this wasn't who she thought it was, maybe...
She felt herself slip, and then she was gone.
And the student standing over her did nothing but push the blade deeper.
Deeper.
And the flesh came off into his hands,
"I will always miss you Kyouko. You and Sayaka both... I'll miss you forever..."
He lightly brushed his own lips over it, his face flush and his eyes closed,
"I'll miss you... I love you... I'll miss you...!"
He tossed down the knife and gently brushed his fingers over Kyouko's hair,
"And I'll always, always think of you..."
He laughed to himself a bit, and then, flesh in hand, sauntered away, fawning over the piece of Kyouko in his hands.