The Sound of Civilization
Chapter 2: Dystopia
They pulled me out of the public's eye, bringing me into an abandoned alley way. The two of them were holding onto my hands tightly, and skipping out infront of me. I couldn't keep up with their jolliness, it was to damn hot! I don't even know how they're keeping their spirits up so high and not dying of this heat.
"E-Eh? Let go! Slow down!"I panted, stopping to catch my breath.
"We can't stop now! We're almost there!" Gumi shouted. She and Gakupo still held onto me, practically dragging me along. I gave up on any chance of keeping up with the two, bu they didn't seem to notice. So, I dug my heels into the dirt of the alley, hoping they wouldn't be able to move my anchored body.
A handful of wishes-come-true are in front of you, you know.
Oi! Now this voice is starting up again? I can never catch a break. Plus, Gumi and Gakupo didn't even seem to notice my attempts to halt myself, they just continued to pull me along like some sort of rag doll. Instead of dragging me along, with my body upright, like my mind believed they would, their strength actually tipped me over, so that my face was having dirt shoved into it.
"S-STOP!" I managed to say, spitting out rubble that was forcing its way into my mouth. I was starting to get scratches on my knees, and small pebbles were getting lodged into my shins. My whole body was being pulled over the dusty earth, my clothes were being torn apart from the stray rocks! But still, the two never ceased.
"HALT!" I heard Gakupo yell out frantically. They weren't running anymore, but they still held onto me. I managed to levi myself up just in time to see an 18-wheeled semi crash into the scene, wreaking havoc as it tried to stop itself.
The three of us just watched as the ginormous truck ran through a red light, raced passed the cross walk, and slammed into a bright red, expensive looking car. The scene was more gruesome then I could ever imagine. On impact, the red car's driver had flung through his wind shield, glass shards stuck in his body. Blood had splattered on all of the broken off car parts, leaving a disarray of people. The semi-driver was face down, his back bent at a complete 90° angle, his spine was peeking like a scared child peering out from under a blanket. Everybody seemed to be in an immense panic, leaving the streets crowded with screams. I looked at the man who had driven the red car, his limp body was facing up and he was gurgling blood.
Doesn't this blood remind you of her little red ring that she gave you?
"Yada!" I yelled to the voice inside of my head. That ring has nothing to do with this accident! Nobody seemed to take note of my sudden outburst amongst all of this chaos, not even Gumi or Gakupo. I lowered my head as to not look at this horrific scene.
Fufufufu~! You'll be happy to hear that you're fate won't be similar to this!
I clutched my head and gritted my teeth. Is this heat making me go insane? This voice, it mocks me! I tilted my head up again, only to see the broken and disfigured men being hauled off to an ambulance. The stains of their velvet blood still left to boil in the August sun.
"How tragic," Gakupo whispered, "May their souls rest in peace with God." It was then that Gumi and Gakupo bent down their heads in what seemed to be a Russian prayer.
"Khristos, nash vechnyy Tsar' i Bog, Ty unichtozhil smert' i d'yavol na svoy krest i vernuli cheloveka k zhizni po Vashemu Vaskreseniye," Gumi and Gakupo were muttering under their breath. Of course, they weren't the only ones praying. Others were sputtering out their own words of Grace.
My head was spinning from the buzzing words of everyone's chants. I looked back over at the daunting scene, seeing the blood of the victims crawl further on the road. But what's that? I strained my eyes to behold the sight of a strewn paper with a picture of a golden haired girl. I looked down at my crimson ring, then back at the bloody catastrophe.
I forced myself to walk over to that one stray paper. I could feel my feeble legs about to give out at any moment. I was still exhausted from being dragged about in this kind of heat, but I had to push on.
I couldn't tell you why I was being so persistant about this, because I really didn't know myself. For all I knew, that measly piece of paper could just be a photo of one those men's daughter or something...
As I arrived at the paper, I bent over to retrieve it from the puddle of red that it was resting in. I looked at it in a state of terror. That face? That hair? That girl! It wasn't a picture of anybody's daughter! It was...it was Rin! My Rin! My Rin that went missing 2 years ago! W-Why did one of them have this photo? Nobody that I knew of were still searching for her, not even the police! They all just gave up after several months went by, saying that it was a 'dead case'.
The picture dripped with the mixed blood of the two injured parties. My head was dizzy with theories of where my beloved twin sister may be at. Was she at one of the men's houses? Could she have been in one of the cars during the time of the crash? Oh please, Amaterasu, please don't tell me that Rin was in one of the cars!
Yellow base. Black writing. Classification number 579. Number 46-49.
That voice again...I can't! It won't stop this time! I felt all of my strength leave as my knees belted underneath me. Nausea washed over me and my vision was being blotted out by multicolored dots. That voice still didn't stop. It was repeating itself over and over again. The same exact thing..over and over. It seemed to get more powerful as I got weaker.
Right before the point of a full black out, I felt a pair of slender hands haul me up and begin to lead me away from the blood-stained street. Maybe it was just Gakupo and Gumi lifting me up to my feet to a safer place than the middle of the street. I could just faintly hear Gumi's voice pierce through the still ongoing prayers of others.
"Hey! What are you doing! Len!" Her sweet voice rang out. She sounded in a panic...I thought it was her and Gakupo that were keeping me steady, wasn't it? Why does she sound so worried?
I swiftly glanced above to find a watery, blue-haired figure lugging me elsewhere from this dystopia. That was all I remembered before I completely fell into the grasp of an unconscious state.
TRANSLATION NOTES:
Yada!- Japanese, in this circumstance, it means, I don't like it!
Khristos, nash vechnyy Tsar' i Bog, Ty unichtozhil smert' i d'yavol na svoy krest i vernuli cheloveka k zhizni po Vashemu Vaskreseniye,- A Russian prayer for the dead, in literal meaning, "Christ our eternal King and God, You have destroyed death and the devil by Your Cross and have restored man to life by Your Resurrection;"
Oh, Amaterasu, please- Amaterasu is the most important kami(God/Goddesses) in Japanese Shintoism.
Yellow base. Black writing. Classification number 579. Number 46-49.- Very basic set up of a Japanese license plate.