Corpse Party: Midnight Crow
CHAPTER 3, END 3
Leah
-Look for medical supplies
I ran out the door as fast as possible. My legs carried me through the halls as the two girl's voices faded. As I came to the door of the infirmary, I twisted the knob carefully. The door swung open easily, putting up no resistance what so ever. A deep set frown etched on my face accompanied by darting eyes were on me as I entered cautiously. My feet pounded the old wood floor as I sprinted toward the cabinet. Upon tugging it open, I was met with hundreds of coloured bottles that varied in height and size. I swept a few more-or-less recognizable ones into my small bag, snatched a bundle of wraps and turned to go. As I sprinted down the hall my feet tangled together, resulting in my unfortunate fall. I climbed awkwardly to my feet when a shine in the darkness caught my eye. A red vial filled with a small amount of liquid lay unaccompanied on the floor. Out of pure instinct I found my hand grabbing it and sliding it into my bag. Now..please don't let me be too late!
I stumbled clumsily into the classroom just in time to witness Kristi's eyes close. She was gone. I found myself on my knees, hot tears spilling over my cheeks.
"I-I'm so sorry. I-I..I'm a failure!" My hands flew to my face in an attempt to hide my shame and the atrocious face I knew I made when I cried. Two hands settled on my wrists, pulling them from my face. Jocelyn.
"You went out, you tried. You didn't just sit around and do nothing as she..she..." Tears arched over her eyelids as she too broke down. I flung my arms around her and she reciprocated. As we held each other, a sudden presence swept over me. I turned and looked up to see a large man with bloody eye and rotting flesh. I could barely gasp as I pushed Jocelyn behind me. The man didn't advance but instead a small imp of a child descended down in front of my face. She let out a few cold giggles.
"Keekee! Hiii Onee-chans! Wanna playyy?" She dragged out her words slowly, leaving a bitter sound in my ears. My body was a statue as she cupped it, blood from her tiny hands staining my skin. "I have a realllly fun game in mind," she added with a malicious smile. Just as she whipped out a set of rusty scissors, the brown blades touching my chin, something rustled in my bag. As I turned to look behind me a hand shot passed my face, clutching none other than the small vial. The miniscule level of liquid shot out, splashing the girl in front of me. Sachiko let out a howl of pain, temporarily clutching at her face. The very same hand gripped the front of my shirt, pulling me to my feet. I was yanked forward and immediately began running. The monster attempted to stop us, only to receive the last remnants of the bottle to his face. Yoshikazu mimicked Sachiko, bending in pain with wild moans of agony. I had only realized the hand belonged to Jocelyn when we had reached the end of the hall.
We collapsed in a heap when we reached the second floor. Jocelyn's chest rose and fell slowly, an indication of exhaustion but also life. My lungs had a fire ripping through them, causing every breath to burn. Occasional coughs interrupted this cycle of pain, accompanied by excess spit. Jocelyn nudged my shoulder softly.
"We made it," she breathed. Tears climbed into my eyes again as a smile formed on my lips.
"Yeah. We did," I answered softly. Just as I felt my mind drifting into unconsciousness, a yell sounded out, a close one at that. An averagely sized form came into view down the far end of the hall. As it got closer, choppy black hair of decent length and fair skin were recognizable. Before I could even ponder who it was, they hit me full force in a tackle. "Uwah!" I cried out in pain as I squinted at my assailant. I couldn't believe my eyes. Small tears hit my face accompanied by laughing. Her hair brushed against my cheek as I began to cry.
"Oi! Avery slow the fuck down woul- Avery!" the masculine form sprinted to my side, tentatively touching Avery's shoulder.
"I'm fine Max," she responded, sitting up and taking his hand. His hand swiped at the liquid spilling over her eyelids. He gave a sigh of relief, then peered over her shoulder. His face quickly changed into a shocked expression as he walked towards me. I let out a small laugh, attempting to climb to my feet. He pulled me up by my wrists, letting out a chuckle as I hugged him tightly. In the background sounds of Jocelyn and Avery laughing and crying hit my ears. My knees drooped suddenly, pitching me forward. Max caught me and began teasing me instantly.
"I know, I tend to have that effect on woman," he joked. I swatted him playfully as I sturdied myself. He turned around suddenly, crouching down with his back towards me. "Hop on," he exclaimed happily. Who am I to turn down that offer? As soon as my feet were off the ground he began running with me. I couldn't help but cry out in shock, followed by laughs. Jocelyn was leaned against Avery for support, as Max ran up to them. "Race ya," he dared, already preparing to sprint.
"Bring it!" Avery joked, bending slightly so Jocelyn could climb on. They took off, me and Jocelyn struggling to hold on. Max often took a huge lead but slowed down to stay with the other two. In the back of my mind, a name was permanently etched. It throbbed in my brain every time I laughed. Kristi.
True End
CHAPTER 3 CLEARED!