Corpse Party: Midnight Crow
CHAPTER 3, END 1
Leah
-Follow Ryen
I took one last glace at a fading Kristi and a sobbing Jocelyn. Then, my feet led me out the door toward certain death. My heart pounded as I searched for Ryen. I lost track of how many corners I rounded, how many rooms I passed.
Just when I felt myself giving up, a body blurred by me. I quickly turned back and forth, realizing I didn't even know where I was anymore. As another body blurred by me I began laughing nervously. The visions of bodies speeding past grew more frequent, as did my laughs. Suddenly, the shadows began swooping at me. I couldn't move or breathe, all I could do was laugh. And I did. I laughed harder and harder, coughing occasionally from lack of air. What's wrong with me? My giggles increased in volume as the dark spirits drew nearer. A flash of silver caught my eye but before I even realized something was wrong, I felt a burst of pain. Some wetness began soaking through my sleeve. Turning my head slowly, I saw the incision accompanied by a rushing flow of blood. The laughter returned. But this time, it wasn't just me. The many spirits dove at me, cutting and ripping chunks of my flesh away, laughing merrily. And they just kept coming. I felt pain jolt through my head, and after awhile I realized I was laying on the ground, blood pooling around me. Some soaked into my hair, all of it warm and sticky. I felt myself slipping away, the last sound I heard was laughter. I hope...Jocelyn and Kristi make it...Allys..Ramiro..everyone.
I sat for a very long time by my body, fiddling with my hair as I fought off the insanity taking me over. I was dead now. The only thing I could fear anymore...I hope I stay sane. I can't hurt anyone. Whatever I do.. A sudden movement caused my head to jerk up. Ryen. He walked around the room with an emotionless face. The second he saw my body he walked over calmly, but the shock was etched clearly onto his face. His hands touched a few of my cuts, most likely inspecting them to see what killed me. I felt fury building inside of me. He shouldn't touch me..nobody should. Ever. The living dare not disturb those who've passed.. I shot forward, grabbing his throat. Choking sounds escaped him as he attempted to free himself. Lurching forward, his body hit the wall. One hand still on his throat, my other found his hair. With one swift movement, I smashed his head against the wall. And again. And again. I just kept going, beginning to laugh again. Eventually, he stopped crying out in pain and even ceased breathing. I quickly flew away, knowing his ghost would soon be after me. Finally, I understood why the ghosts of this school murdered the living, their own friends and peers. Because it's so damn funny.
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