Execution 2: The Final Death

Wakako's podium clicked, then began to rise up to the ceiling, a door opening up that took her all the way to the surface of the campus, next to the fountain. The sunset hitting her eyes, so she just casually covered her eyes with her wrist since she was no longer in character. At the sunset stood a figure, wearing a wide brimmed hat, and a long trench coat. Monokuma Van Helsing rode in at dusk atop a fake pony.

Wakako began to run, stumbling in her high heels, forced to kick them off her feet and run through the campus barefoot. Yukiji quietly watched the action on the monitor, with both hands in front of his mouth, clasped over his nose. He wanted to cheer her on to escape, but the look in his teary eyes knew exactly what was going to happen next. All he could do was watch as Wakako scrambled up the first floor stairs, looking for anything to throw onto the floor to slow Monokuma Van Helsing.

Monokuma pulled a small crossbow from his belt, firing a pair of bolas, tying her ankles together, Wakako falling and landing facefirst onto the staircase. She grabbed onto the railing as she began to slide down the stairs, turning and seeing Monokuma waiting at the foot of the stairs. She turned around, her nose began to bleed from hitting her face on the stairs, and crawled from step to step, getting up higher as Monokuma Van Helsing seemed more intent on watching his prey.

Yukiji breathed a sigh of relief as Wakako got to the second floor, hopping away from the steps to give herself enough space to attempt to untie the bolas. However, it was then she noticed blood pouring from her ankles. The bolas had barbs on the cords, cutting into her. The pain of her smashed nose had made the stabbing barbs unnoticeable by comparison. Wakako grabbed onto the cords, barbs digging into her fingers.

Monokuma Van Helsing approached her with a grin on his face, tossing her a ring of garlic at her, which just made her look confused as she held it on one hand, breaking the barbs off and finally standing up to face off against him, despite there being no escape, as shutters began closing off any of the hallways she thought about running down.

Wiping the blood off her upper lip, she charged at Monokuma with all her might, reeling back a hand into a fist to try and punch him, but he just threw his crossbow, loaded with a 3 foot iron bar on it, firing it with a heavy KA-THUNK.

She stopped her charge, looking down, to see she was impaled through the chest and stomach with the iron bar, blood spraying from the wound and coating her dress, as she slowly collapsed onto her knees in pain. Standing back up, slowly stammering a step at a time, throwing a punch at him, but falling down the entire staircase and ending up on the floor in a pool of her own blood.

"W-Wakako…" Yukiji gently sputtered, before closing his eyes as hard as he could not to see anymore. Monokuma Van Helsing loomed over Wakako, who looked up at him with defiance in her eyes. She struggled to stand as she coughed an uncomfortably large amount of blood onto her chin and chest. She heard the cocking of the crossbow. KA-THUNK! Another iron bar slammed down into her left shoulder. Then another into her right. KA-THUNK!

Wakako could only look at the ceiling as she heard another two bars fired. KA-THUNK! KA-THUNK! She felt the bars pierce into her legs, pinning them to the floor. Monokuma Van Helsing walked up to her head, looking at Wakako as she gritted her bloodsoaked teeth, defiantly spitting some blood onto his face. He drew the crossbow once more, the iron bar loaded in and fired with a final KA-THUNK as it drove right through Wakako's head, stopping at the floor.

Yukiji had covered his ears, tear-soaked eyes shut tight. That hard slamming of the iron bar echoed through his head, his body shaking as he fell onto the bottom of his podium, shrinking into a ball as the other students stared in shock. Kenji's heart dropped, but the anger he had when he watched Emi's death was just replaced with a hole. A hole filled with an absolute void, like his heart couldn't let him feel.

"Wakako…" Yukiji muttered quietly as the other students slowly filed out of the room in complete silence, wanting to leave as fast as possible. Haru and Hana left, in hopes to forget, Yukata and Shiro left because they wanted to rest. Setsuki left, nearly having to drag herself from how hollow she felt. Kenji quietly tucked his hands in his pockets, and forced himself to the elevator at about the same time Airi got on. Akami and Miho stepped onto the elevator, looking at Yukiji with heavy hearts.

Akira stayed, slowly walking over to Yukiji and gently sat on the floor behind him, crossing her legs over her thighs, waiting patiently for him to turn around after gently tapping his shoulder. Yukiji leaned back to look at her, a pained look on his face, and eyes red with his own tears, when Akira suddenly leaned over to hug him as hard as she could, as he gently began to sob on his shoulder. There were no word shared between them as the lights began to shut off in the courtroom, but there didn't need to be. They hugged, they hugged for what nearly felt like an hour as Akira gently guided him back to the elevator so they can go up together, despite how soaked with Yukiji's tears Akira's police uniform was, she didn't mind him reaching out to hold onto her hand.

Dinner that night had begun in silence until Akira and Yukiji had arrived. Kenji was the first to get up, walking over to them. "Yukiji, I'm really sorry you had to see that. I know what you're going through, so if you ever need someone to talk to…" he said, Yukiji simply nodding.

"I think… you should just get some sleep, Yukiji." Akira admitted, feeling Yukiji squeeze her hand before gently letting go of it. He walked off for the dorms. Akira sighed, shrugging off the weight of all that's happened, and just tilting her head back as she stared at the ceiling.

Akira felt ragged, like the after effects of a tidal wave hit and she's just assessing the damage, knowing that there's going to be a lot more work and stress ahead of her. It was over, for now… But there was going to be more murder, more shouting, more accusations… she was at a crossroads, and wasn't sure what she could do to stop it.

Resigning herself to this, Akira decided to just go to bed instead of talking to the others.

CHAPTER 2 END

STUDENTS REMAINING: 12