Corpse Party: Midnight Crow
CHAPTER 8, END 2
Denis
-Confront Flynn head on
I can't do this. I'm too weak. But… I removed my palms from the bookshelf and quickly ran back into the classroom. On the way in I had spotted a cabinet full of supplies. Maybe…just maybe… I threw the doors open, searching for something, anything. My fingers curled around cold steel. I already knew what it was before I had even pulled them out. Moonlight from outside reflected off of the blades and the image I saw in the glint barely looked like me. Disheveled hair, dark circles, you could tell I hadn't eaten in hours. But the really scary part, the part that looked least like me, were my eyes. Cold, empty, dead. I gripped the scissors harder, the sharp edges digging more into my skin. As I slid them into my pocket, a freezing shiver shot through me. I…I have to do this. I began walking.
"Denis? Where are you going?" Rozerin pleaded. "Don't leave me!" Her cries for help became fainter with every hallway I turned. Soon, the only sound was the quiet hum of my heart pounding.
Every step I took felt like I grew closer to death. My hands shook at my sides. Periodically I tapped my thigh to assure the scissors were there. I had gone downstairs, and back up to the second floor again, finding nothing. Everything was so eerily still it felt like a painting. Where is he? My bones ached. Every bruise on my skin seemed to throb. The incision on my back no longer burned but now seemed to itch. My stomach growled the longer I walked, my feet begged me to sit. Still I ignored it all. I had a mission. If I wanted to keep everyone safe, I had to do this. I have to. For me. For… I swallowed hard and began walking faster. I would find him. I will.
I turned the knob. The door swung open slowly, the hinges squealing in seeming protest. This room was darker than most of the others, but there was just enough light for me to make out the floorboards and walls. As I searched the room, I saw a shadow move ever so lightly across the minimal light coming in from the open door. I hurriedly turned around catching him in my line of vision. His choppy brown hair was unmistakable.
"We don't have to do this," my voice cracked gently, "We can go back. Together. See Rozerin. Find the others. Find Clare." He shifted back and forth, his eyes studying me. "Please," I continued, feeling my very being waver. "Don't do this."
"He he he…hahaha! AhhahahaahHA! HAHAHA!" his entire body shook with laughs that ripped through the air. I slid my hand into my pocket.
All at once, he rushed at me. My hands caught his wrists, keeping him away from me. He was like an animal, pushing toward me with almost inhuman strength. But I had the height advantage. He continued to lurch forward, unaware that I had gotten into the perfect position to take him down. With one hard kick to his ankles, he collapsed, allowing me pin his body down. I breathed hard, trying to calm my fried nerves.
"I…win…," I managed between huffs.
"Dumb ass. You will never win. You are weak, useless. You won't protect anyone."
"Stop talking."
"You can't save her. Kay's already dead," he hissed through a smile.
"You're lying because you're afraid," I retorted, pushing my arm a tad harder down.
"Think what you want. But it's the truth. I stabbed her nice and slowly. She screamed for a long time, sobbed too."
"Stop it!"
"And not just her. Aki too. Sarah. Max. Avery, Leah, Allys. Their blood is staining the walls as we speak."
"YOU'RE LYING!"
"Calm down. You'll join them soon enough."
"She'll never forgive you for this," I finally spat.
"…What?" he said, his voice wavered for a fraction of a second.
"Never. She'll hate you. She'll be scared."
"LIAR!" he screeched, sinking the knife into my bicep.
"AHHHH!" I clutched it in pain while he quickly wriggled out from beneath me. He began trying to escape. Quickly, I threw my body at his, knocking him to the ground. The blade went flying into the hallway.
"No!" he protested, attempting to regain his only defense. It was too late, I already had control. I pulled his leg, dragging him closer to me as he squirmed in terror. My hand laced into his hair, gripping it tightly. "NO! Get off!" he shouted continually, "She is dead! Demolished! Mutilated! Eviscerated!"
"STOP LYING!" I screamed, slamming his head down onto the floor. A loud, sickening crunch sounded just then. His head became limp in my hand. "Flynn?" I asked, tears filling my eyes. "No…No…" I turned his body over, holding it gently in my arms. His eyes were wide open in complete horror, his neck at an angle one's should never be. "No! N-NO! NO NO NO NO!" I shook him, trying to get him to speak, to move, to blink. "Noo. N-n-no…wahh! Wauh ahh ah! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry Flynn! Flynn!" I couldn't breathe. The world had ceased to move at all. The sound of bloodcurdling screams filled the halls suddenly. After several hours I discovered I was the source of them. And yet I didn't stop. I wailed, holding his body as it grew colder and greyer, never moving.
The worst part was how in the moment, it felt so good. It felt so damn good, his neck snapping in my fingers. So good.
"Denis?" a small, familiar voice asked. I looked up to see Rozerin practically cowering in fear.
"You're just in time," I found myself saying, "I was just starting to grow bored."
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