Corpse Party: Midnight Crow

CHAPTER 3, END 2

Leah

-Stay with Kristi and Jocelyn

I quickly shut the door and ran over to Kristi's side. "Kr-kris.." Jocelyn stammered through her tears. I placed my hand on her throat, feeling for a pulse, if even only just a faint one. Her breath had become labored and I saw her and Jocelyn lace hands like earlier before we had entered Hell itself. Every time Kristi's eyes even closed slightly Jocelyn's would widen as she clenched her teeth and gripped her hand.

"Kristi I-" She held one finger to my lips.

"Shhh. It's okay. Just make sure to.." her coughing interrupted her.

"To..?" I asked, grabbing her other hand.

"To carry on. Don't give up. Protect each other." Her words were wise and full of compassion. That's what truly set off the waterworks for me and Jocelyn. Seeing Jocelyn sob was unnerving. She always had a calm air about her but right now her psyche was cracking apart. The terror finally set in. She's going to die. We're going to be..alone. Suddenly I gripped Kristi's frail hand, waves of emotion over taking my whole being.

"Kristi! Please don't give up! P-Please don't leave! We need you! K-Kr.." I couldn't even bear to finish. A wet hand landed atop mine. I looked up through my tear soaked eyelashes to see Kristi, a small smile on her lips.

"It doesn't hurt," she whispered, a face of ecstasy was all she wore. A small chuckle escaped her as she gave my hand a comforting squeeze. Tears continued to flood my eyes, spilling over the dam that was my eyelids. "It..doesn't.." I squeezed back softly.

"Kristi, we'll be here for you until..We won't leave you. I'm so sorry we couldn't do more an-"

"She-she's..." a gasp escaped me as I pressed my ear to her chest. A small amount of her blood stained my ear, leaving it buzzing. The feeling of death and despair filled the enclosed room. I could barely breathe. Jocelyn's body made a thump as it smacked against the ground. Loud sobs turned into screams of pain. The room seemed to tremor with every yell of agony.

My eyes wouldn't stray from Kristi's corpse. It was already starting to turn pale and cold. How long has it been? Jocelyn was still crying, though her voice was but a whisper now. I finally tried to go to her. As I reached her side, she looked up at me with a distorted face. My arms secured her, pulled her into an embrace of empathy. She shook at my touch, but her sobs had ceased. After sitting in this position for several minutes Jocelyn finally spoke up.

"What do we do?" she begged.

"..I don't know..I-I'm sor-" The classroom door swung open, hitting the wall with a bang. We both jumped, fear instantly sweeping over us. My eyes widened in fear, my breath sped up. Jocelyn's body has gone rigid. A tall man stood in the doorway, a small child sitting on his shoulder with a bloody grin. The odd pair advanced into the room, idly shutting the door behind themselves. Sachiko!? And Yoshikazu?! My heartbeat increased, slamming against my ribs, begging for freedom like a desperate prisoner. I climbed shakily to my feet, dragging Jocelyn up with me. The giant villain approached as his assistant flew to the side to watch. He took a charge at Jocelyn. I found myself pushing her aside and dashing at the large man. His hand quickly engulfed my neck, swiftly lifting me and turning my head toward the child who had taken place over a tired Jocelyn. He released my throat, choosing to use his arm to pin me in place, in perfect placement to view Sachiko and Jocelyn. Snickers escaped the red gowned child as she lifted a pair of scissors. She flung them open wide, not wasting a second before pressing them to Jocelyn's exposed throat. A cry of glee slipped through her cracked lips. Sachiko changed suddenly, moving the scissors to Jocelyn's stomach before clamping them shut. Screams tore through her, ones so loud, so fearful, they couldn't be human. The evil youth began pulling the split skin apart, quickly pulling out some meat. What..what is that!? The answer soon came to mind. The small girl was clutching my friend's intestines. She twisted them around, earning louder and less human screeches.

Eventually Sachiko displayed a bored expression. "What the fuck? It died. Boring! Oi, big dumb! I wanna play with my other onee-chan," she drawled viciously, staring coldly into my eyes. Yoshikazu obeyed with a few groans, throwing me down before Sachiko. I squirmed, attempting to to get away. But soon enough her tiny form loomed above me. She pointed one tiny finger at me, simply stating "There." Before I could even be confused, the monster swung the hammer he carried with him unto my knee. It instantly shattered, bone ripping through veins and muscle. "AhhAHHHHH! UHWAHH!" my shrieks mirrored Jocelyn's, simply animalistic. I still attempted to get away, but with a shattered knee I could barely breathe regularly let alone move. She pointed again, and this time the hammer obliterated my other knee. Next was both of my elbows, completely immobilizing me. Nothing but sobs blended with screams escaped me. The child simply laughed darkly, turning and pointing away from me. My body trembled, my skin crawling. I felt my eyes almost tear out of my head as the man came back. In his hand he held up the mutilated and barely recognizable Jocelyn. He simply uncurled his fingers, dropping her lifeless body atop of me. Her gaping stomach landed over my face, her blood filling my mouth, my throat, my lungs. I attempted coughing through it, leading to me only ingesting more. As I choked on skewed organs and blood, Sachiko's laugh sounded out again.

"Keekee! How does she taste Onee-chan? Keekeekee! Pretty gross I bet, you sick dog! Kee, I hope you aren't choking," she taunted as I felt my eyes rolling back and my breath depleting.

I hovered over my corpse with Jocelyn by my side. My joints still screamed in pain as her hands rested on her stomach. It was all her fault. Her screams called Sachiko and Yoshikazu...her blood drowned me...her fault we didn't leave the room. Strong amounts of anger filled me as I looked at her. Before I could take any action, a person entered the room. Ryen. He dropped the flashlight that he had been holding as his face grew to show shock. His eyes drifted over Kristi's corpse, to mine and Jocelyn's stacked ones. He closed his eyes with sadness as he grabbed the flashlight off the blood stained floor boards and turned away, exiting swiftly. I only grew to be more angry. This rage saturated through my body, soaking every fiber of my being till there was nothing but hate. I will kill them all.

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