Ending 2

Takato sat in the chair as the demonized Rika charged for him. He glanced at the pistol on the table. He could have grabbed it to defend himself, but he didn't. He took a breath as he closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate, knowing he would soon receive what he deserved. As he waited for the monster to tear into him he let his last thoughts turn to Rika. Her beautiful face haloed by the light of the sunset, causing her red hair to glow like fire around her head. Her violet eyes gazing at him lovingly as a small smirk graced her lips.

"I'm sorry Rika. I've been sorry ever since it happened. Not a day goes by where I don't hate myself for what I've done. Nor is there a day where I don't wish that I could have you back."

When he awoke his face was leaning against a cracked window. On the other side of the window was dark grey pavement. He wearily raised his head and saw that the glass he had been laying on was stained red. He tried to move his hands to better lift himself, but found them restrained by handcuffs. With some difficulty he pushed himself to his feet, glancing around to find himself in the back of a small car. He was separated from the front of the car by a pane of glass. Looking through the glass he saw the body of someone wearing a security guard uniform.

He looked above him to find the door window broken open. Being careful of any remaining broken glass, he reached up and pulled himself out through the broken window. Climbing off the side of the car, he looked through the broken front window to examine the security guard. The guard had blood dripping from a cut on his forehead and was slumped over, held up by his seat belt. Takato pressed his fingers against the guard's neck to check for a pulse, but there was none. Spying a set of keys on the guard's belt, he reached for them and unclipped them from the belt. He went through several of them before finding the correct one to unlock his handcuffs.

He then took a moment to look around him and figure out where he was. He noticed the road he was standing on bordered a pale white beach. Dark stormclouds above him blocked the sun, giving the sand and faint grey tint. The dark blue ocean waves washed onto the shore as a light fog receded out to sea.

Looking further down the road in the direction the car had been driving, he could see a small fishing town in the distance. He looked down at himself, still adorned in khaki pants and a dull red shirt. A cold wind blew along the shoreline causing him to shiver. He wrapped his arms around himself for warmth as he glanced around for anything that would offer better protection from the wind. Lying a few feet away in the sand he spotted a few objects that must have been forgotten by someone after a long day at the beach. It was a discarded blue jacket half buried in sand, and lying next to it was a pair of goggles whose lenses had been cracked.

Walking over to the abandoned items he picked up the jacket and looked it over for any large tears. Finding none he slipped it on to find it fit a little big on his thin frame. Satisfied with the additional layer for the time being he crouched down and picked up the goggles. He gently ran his thumb over one of the cracked plastic lenses. They were worn and tattered, but he was confident that he could fix them up.

With a small smile he stood up and placed the goggles upon his forehead. Setting his gaze back to the town and buttoned up the jacket before setting off for the fishing town. As he walked he thought about whether the storm hanging above him was over or if it was just beginning. He got his answer as some of the clouds broke away, allowing a golden ray of light to pierce the darkness and cascade down onto him.