Chapter 1.2
He started walking towards her, smiling. He continued to taunt her. He was getting close. She watched every footstep.
"I need no more than 50 meters…" She spoke to herself.
Bringing his hands up, he put them behind his head and he smiled big with his eyes closed.
"Is this close enough? …" He opened his eyes and then narrowed them. He drew the left side of his lips up resembling a sneer.
"Such a waste… 50 meters right…" He snickered to himself. "I can be miles away and kill you…" He slowly raises hand into the air.
"Saten Ruiko... She still lives…" He closed his eyes, "there she is…" He could see her in his mind. "White school shirt, red handkerchief, knee length blue pleated skirt, a little five petal flower in her hair… So sweet" he opened one eye gazing at Makoto.
"Her face is little dirty ... aww…" He opened the other eye. "She is standing over little uiharu and kuroko's little broken bodies…" He laughed to himself. He turned pointing in different directions like a compass searching for the north. Mikoto watched him with her mouth open, in dismay. She listened as he mentioned north, northeast, south southeast, then he stopped. "There she is…" He was pointing in the direction to her right. He looked at her, smiling. "Well… Here goes saten..."
"No…" Mikoto spoke through painful breaths. He just smiled taking pleasure in his little game. However,