A/N: I will say there are mistakes in this, seeing how last minute while finishing up the chapter I thought of a completely different Idea and restarted to create this. So this was made in one night in order to make it to the deadline date. The reviews so far have motivated me beyond belief and have opened windows to new Ideas so thank you! I'm taking criticism to mind and looking for a Beta reader at the moment to read over things and catch mistakes that I may of missed.
Update notice: I try to update any story I do weekly so in this case since I published this story on Tuesday I try to update on Tuesdays. As the story progresses I may change that a bit depending on how things go.
The air had dampened considerably since the incident including the two investigators. The sky had gone from a bright blue during the morning, to a clouded grey as the afternoon made it's way around. Rain had begun to fall in soft ringlets, hitting the wood of the building that everything would take place in.
The building was a simple place. A one story house a few miles from the city, being the home of a rather emotional man as some people who met him would say. The place was light in color, white boards with few accents of red such as the door which was painted rather badly by someone who thought that they could do something on their own. To put it simply it looked like a kids work. The inside was neat enough, an occasional misplaced item scattered along the floor or counter tops. It was a nice place. Nothing bad about it. That is if you didn't count the very faint smell of blood that was in the air, a smell that could only be caught by one with an unnatural keen sense of smell. If one with such an ability had followed that smell you'd soon find a secret door seemingly built into the walls, painted the same color that lead to a dome shaped stone area underground.
The walls were wooden, already showing signs of both molding and decaying as it did it's best to block out the sobs of those who had the pleasure of being in the room.
The ground of the place had no real floor and was instead replaced with damp, slightly tinted soil. Tinted with both the blood and tears of past victims. In the middle of the area sat two men. Blindfolded with a dark cloth to block their eyes from seeing and left with only their sense of smell, hearing, and touch.
Ears could only get a hold of the occasional drip from a rusted pipe that hung loosely from the walls, while Touch only served as a reminder of their predicament, fingers brushing over the harsh rope around their wrists from time to time. Smell was by far the worst. The earthy smell of the place was mixed together with the high smell of Metal and Rot, making it hard for the two men to even breathe the air that was provided. Their voices were impossible to reach as their tongues felt swollen and heavy, chapped lips and irritated wrist already an indication of the time they've been tied up.
After what seemed like an eternity, ears finally caught something other than the other parties shuffling or the occasional drip of the old rusted pipe. A door sliding open, and next heavy footsteps making a dull thud on the earth with each step. Houji, as calm as ever, could only sit tall in this situation while beside him, Takizawa could only swallow and hope that whoever was there, most likely a ghoul, didn't like the beads of sweat that had already began to fall down his face.
Two sets of footsteps, considerably lighter followed behind the first pair, making a total of five people in the room.
Blindfolds were removed and prey was finally able to gaze upon their predators whose masks were already in place.
Everything was silent in the time that both prey and predator stopped to look at the features of each other. Or at least the oldest of the prey did.
Houji noticed immediately despite the masks that two of the predators were male while the last one was female. The biggest male was no doubt Jason, clearly known by his light blonde hair, white suit, and mask. He was obviously the muscle here, and if Houji was correct in his thoughts, was here to protect the two smaller ghouls.
The next male was obviously eyepatch, seeing how he met the appearance explanation to a T. The mask was a black leather material, metal on both sides of the nose as well as being used to hold the eyepatch that covered his right eye and looped around the back of his head. The mouth area was taken over by a snarl, teeth bared in a grotesque grin. Starch white hair contrasted greatly against the dark colors of the masks along with the one grey eye that wasn't covered. He was in casual clothing, a white button up shirt with a pair of dark jeans and boots.
The girl was slim in figure but was noticeably toned. She wore loose clothing, a white long sleeved V-neck dress that reached mid-thigh. To accompany that she wore a pair of knee high white gladiator boots. If Houji was to be completely honest she looked like a pretty innocent girl. Though the mask that she wore gave enough notice to not judge a book by it's cover. Her Mask was quite simple. All black with a red line that curved and met at the bottom to form a cursive B. She stuck close to Eyepatch and almost seemed to be keeping as much distance as she could from Jason.
These are the things that Houji took notice of while Takizawa missed. At this moment Takizawa was blinded by the fear he felt. Sure he could kill a couple of ghouls, but what did that matter when he was tied up, without a weapon, and right in front of three powerful ghouls. Sweat rolled down in beads, stopping to hang on his chin before dripping onto the ground or his already dirtied pants. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the little amount of spit that he currently had. Even an idiot would be able to tell that things were not looking so good for the two investigators.
Eyepatch spoke up first, "Information on the CCG." He spoke calmly, his voice nearly emotionless and holding a tone of authority.
Houji kept his eyes trained on the male, not letting a word through while Takizawa went on to bite his lip harshly to keep quiet. He soon lost to the fight as words burst from his dried lips, "As if we'd tell Ghoul scum like you information." His voice wavered as he shook and in the last attempt to be threatening he gathered all the spittle that he could and spit on Eyepatch, which successfully made it to his mask.
Everything was quiet for a second before a feminine laugh rang through the room. All attention was on the girl as Eyepatch wiped the spittle from his leather mask in slight annoyance. "Oh come on, did no one think that it was funny?" The She-Ghoul said, amusement and childlike innocence clear in her voice. Of course that only lasted for a second before her voice dropped into a dangerous tone, "You know what to do if they won't participate right, Jason?" She said while grabbing Eyepatch's arm and pulling him away to the side lines.
From then on things changed. The masks that once covered the faces of the three ghouls were taken off to reveal their identities and Takizawa was released from his bindings. He fell from his chair and onto the dirt, confusion written on his face. What was really going on here? He stared down at the ground for what seemed like forever until he was shaken out of it by a loud yell. His head whipped around, body freezing and muscles tensing at the sight before him. The arm of Houji fell to the ground, blood dripping down from the wound in large quantities. Next were the fingers, which were pulled off one by one. Takizawa shook, watching in horror as he watched his instructor and partner be tortured.
His face twisted as he watched, stomach acids threatening to spill out. Though it wasn't just the blood and the screams that made him want to throw up. It was the small guilty part of himself that found pleasure in the fact that it wasn't him. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he admitted that to himself. He was happy that it wasn't him. He was ecstatic to be the lucky one who didn't have to go through that. He was- NO! He shouldn't feel that way. He shook his head, fingers moving the pull at the brown locks, successfully pulling some strands away. His eyes were wide open, but saw nothing. They held color, but no meaning as he slumped over, letting the contents of his stomach out onto the dirt below him.
Slowly the world seemed more and more black and white. Kill or be Killed became the only thoughts that he understood.
"Say, you don't want to die, right?"
Just like that the world became colorful once more, the vibrant colors becoming almost painful for the man as feminine arms wrapped around his torso to drop a weapon of metal into his hands.
"Do you see the world as a cruel place now? Do you want your friend to die? Are you glad it's not you?" The questions were endless and ran on without room for an answer though it mattered not because Takizawa could only hear the voice of an angel when he heard such questions. For this angelic voice gave him the answers to everything.
"Why don't you just kill the big bad ghoul?"
A broken laugh burst from his throat as the male shakily pulled himself on to his feet. Yes. This was the answer to everything. Just kill the ghoul with this knife. Everything will be better after that. Yes, Yes, Yes, YES! And if not then he'd just have to kill everyone there!
With every thought the man became more broken, a shell of who he once was. His sight became more clouded for he did not think about how a kitchen knife wouldn't kill a ghoul. That fact easily slipped his mind as he let a grin curl his lips. The dry skin cracking as letting just a bit of blood drip down and he raised his hands and let the knife sink into flesh.
It took three seconds for the laugh of Jason to fill the room with noise. Five seconds for Takizawa to pull the knife from flesh and drop the metal onto the ground. Seven seconds to step back and fall.
Ten seconds for him to notice his instructor and partner dead from a single stab wound to the chest.
And eleven seconds for Takizawa Seidou to scream until his lungs bursts.
A/N: Wow that was certainly fun.