Disclaimer: If I owned Drrr it would have second season and Izaya would rule Ikebukuro! So no I don't own Drrr…but you wish I did don't you~
Shizuo was glued to his spot, unable to move, his eyes locked on the horrifying scene in front, watching two children being burned alive. Ran's and Izaya's screams filled the arena as even the audience was frozen in place, watching the throat of the canon as the flames retreated back reviling the two bodies that they enveloped. Ran was screaming on the top of his lungs, his body set a flame, his skin melting away from his face and arms, cloths turning to rags of ash. He rolled off of Izaya and on to the floor, proceeding to roll trying to extinguish the hungry flames that ate his skin away. Izaya too was screaming, not hurt as badly as Ran, for Ran's body unintentionally took most of the blow, but still burning as he too rolled on the ground.
Shizuo snapped out of his trance and ran to his younger friend's aid. He started tapping the fire out, ignoring the burning pain in his palms. Izaya screamed and struggled, trying to get away from the fire eating at his flesh even as the fire disappeared from his skin, suffocated beneath Shizuo's hands. Small boy cried as the burning sensation pulsated through his skin and he curled up in agony of burned flesh, no longer caring for his own survival. Shizuo gripped the boy, taking him in his arms, hugging the shaking, writhing figure.
He glanced over to Ran, who was lying on his back, panting heavily, shaking in the same type of pain that Izaya suffered, only much more intense. Right side of his face was a mess of melted flesh that will leave an ugly scar, his hands and legs littered with burn marks and his clothes had burned in holes.
There was no one on his side to comfort him, to help him like Shizuo helped Izaya. His only friend was gone…killed.
Ran was alone.
Truly alone.
Shizuo gripped raven's shoulders, promising himself that he is not going to let that happen to him, nor to Izaya.
They will both live.
They will find some way.
The speaker on his collar start up and an angry voice barked in his ear; "What are you standing there for you little brat, kill him already!"
Shizuo felt Izaya stiffen in his arms and the boys pleading eyes searched his. Shizuo waved his head.
"No." he whispered.
"What did you say you bastard?"
"No." Shizuo repeated, louder this time.
"Shut the hell up and finish the job!"
"NO!" Shizuo yelled on the top of his lungs.
He gripped Izaya tightly, getting up with the raven safely tucked besides his chest.
"You are not my boss! I won't do what you tell me! I won't! I won't! I won't!" He screamed louder and louder, letting all the pent up rage out as he rebelled against the men that dared to claim ownership over him; "I am not a number! I am a person! My name is Shizuo Heiwajima and I'm nobody's toy!"
He roared in anger as he started running towards the nearest wall, head first, determined to break it in half and run to his freedom.
"Arrrrrrggggghhhhhh!"
"Shizu-chan stop!"
"Arrrrrrhhhhhhhh!"
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"Garrrrrrrrrr!"
"We are going to die!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"SHIZUO!"
The impact was strong, so strong that the wall did actually crack. But what cracked more were bones.
Izaya's and Shizuo's bones.
The scream of pain emitted and the two boys fell down, Shizuo on top of Izaya. Shizuo's bones already took damage from all the heavy lifting and broke under the speed that he ran combined with the firm concrete of the wall. Izaya…he never had a shot.
Shizuo was never good at thinking when he was angry. He always just took for granted that he could do anything without breaking. Izaya was the one that thought things through, that calculated the outcomes.
He probably saw this coming too…
Shizuo groaned in pain as his vision started swimming, black spots entering and blocking his view of the world.
Somewhere in the arena the siren went off.
The siren that marked the end of the game.
A.N: ….and the game ends when target dies dun dun dun duuuuuuun. Short chapter is short, sorry about that, writing late at night sucks.