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The ex-class didn't believe what they'd just been told. Irina's heartbroken voice on the phone, very different to her normal, bubbly self. She told them to get to their old classroom tonight, that Karasuma was dead, and Takaoka was back. They could almost feel her tears drip through the phone, especially when she mentioned Karasuma. They didn't dare say a word to calm her, they knew they had to just listen, they knew she was forced to call them.
Normally, Irina would just take the shot to the head, she was an assassin, she'd never take others down with her. Her strong nature made herself promise not to. But Takaoka would find the kids anyway, and if it wasn't by her then it would've been in the worst way possible. Irina hated herself for what she did but she knew it was the only way to cause the least harm to the kids she knew and loved.
They ran. The forest they loved was flashing past their eyes. Panting, sweating, stumbling footsteps, their cross-country training going to waste as they desperately tried to reach E class. They didn't care, they just needed to be there.
They began to reach the top of the hill, pain clearly written on their faces, when suddenly Kurahashi stopped and pointed something out in the bushes.
"Is that..?" She edged closer to the crippled figure draped over the rocks, as the rest of the class stopped anxiously.
"What?" Nakamura replied, immediately followed by a large gasp from Kurahashi.
The class nervously approached behind her but instantly regretted it when they saw him too.
Karasuma lay there sprawled across the rocks, blood trickling from his stomach and mouth. His onyx eyes, eerily stayed open, but they remained staring into the distance, his usual stare, a loving glance in comparison. A faint lipstick mark dusted on his forehead, clearly from his fiancée.
The whole class was almost sick. Colour drained from their faces as they looked upon their class dad. The one who trained them all, the one who still visited them after they graduated, cared for them when they needed, the one who meant everything to them.
They had all recently received an invitation to his and Irina's wedding. Shock and excitement bloomed from all of them as Irina shoved the ring in their faces and told them they'd be getting married on the beach where the students set up the date for them.
But now that day would never come.
Some began to cry as others just stared at Karasuma in silence. They could only imagine what Irina was feeling.
Terasaka was the first to move, he walked over to him and gently closed Karasuma's eyes as a sign of respect. He turned back to the class with a small tear at his eye.
"Let's go."
They continued running up the hill, trying to push Karasuma to the back of their minds. When they reached the top, the sight was much worse than the one they just saw.
Takaoka, the man they all had a pure hatred for, stood there waving at them with a overly happy grin. His other hand, tightly locked around their language teacher's neck. Her face, clearly red from crying and littered with cuts, showed fear for the students standing in front of her.
"Hey there kids!" His voice was perky yet mildly sadistic. He still called them kids, which earned him a few glares. They were a few years older now but it seemed none of that mattered to Takaoka.
"Look at this pretty doll I found, all for me now her boyfriend has gone." His grip on Irina grew tighter as she let out a squeak. More tears leaked from her face as her baby blue eyes desperately stared at the class.
The 28 faces that were once showing sadness quickly turned into rage. They saw how Irina wasn't even putting up a fight, her fire and mojo gone; it tipped them over the edge.
"What the hell do you want with us?" Isogai finally said what they were all thinking. His voice clearly broke, but he tried to keep his brave facade for the others's sake.
Takaoka's smile turned into a twisted grin as he threw Irina to her knees and held a gun to the back of her head.
"I want to play a game with my beautiful class, and if you don't play, then dollface here is gonna join that bastard on the rocks."
The class slowly looked at each other, almost as if they could read each other's minds. They had already lost two of their teachers, they weren't going to lose the third.
"Now listen to your dad and get in that class." He cocked the gun. "Now."
Sympathetic eyes glanced to Irina as they solemnly shuffled past her. Yada stopped beside her, wanting to comfort her, but with a glare from the deranged man, she continued walking, a tear dripping down her face.
Soon enough the whole class was seated, fearfully sneaking glances at each other, worried for each other's safety.
Takaoka wasn't far behind them, grinning whilst he walked in, dragging Irina by the neck. An eerie silence filled the room except from Irina's strangled gasps, before Takaoka spoke again, "I assume you'd like to know where I'm taking you?"
Karma finally spoke up, his usual bravado missing, "You still haven't answered Isogai, what the fuck do you want with us." His voice not cocky for once, but laced with fear.
"Language." Takaoka reprimanded, forcing the gun into Irina's back. "But I will tell you what I want with you. You shits ruined my life. So I'm going to ruin yours. You're going to a special little place where I get to see you kill each other." His twisted smile gleamed once again.
"And why would we do that?" Terasaka shouted back at him, a look of worry etched on his face.
"I'm glad you asked! This is where my rules come in." His scars stretched to his smile as he threw Irina to the ground before picking up a stick of chalk. The gun aimed right at her face as he dragged the chalk carelessly, speaking as he wrote.
"I'm taking you all regardless, so you better pay attention to this. Number one, at the start you do not move until the timer hits zero. A surprise might happen!" He turned to see 28 terrified faces. Smirking, knowing he had them where he wanted them, he continued:
"Number two, there are to be no alliances in the first hour. You pick up what you can, no sharing, and either kill or run. Number three, there can be only one winner, yes that's right, one of you can get out!" His smile twisted into something evil. "Just one."
Irina wheezed before suddenly speaking; she was brave despite the situation. "You've beaten this bastard before, you can do it again." Her words bitter and emotionless, gazing up at the man in front of her with cold eyes, as if she was the one who was dead, not her fiancé.
Without warning, Takaoka kicked her with his full power, gaining a loud cough and blood dripping out of her plump lips. Her wheezing grew worse as she clutched her side. Shouts of protest filled the room as she saw Takaoka move closer.
Time seemed to slow for Irina as he pointed the gun straight between her beautiful eyes. The screams of protest became numb as she embraced her last moments. She remembered a time when she would laugh when being threatened, telling the stories about it to Lovro, and more recently Karasuma, when she got back. Karasuma loved her laugh; the way she couldn't finish the sentence because 'her experiences were so cliché she felt like a movie star'. Irina let out a small smile as all of her memories came flooding back. A tear shed from her eye as she glanced at the class at the side of her. They weren't a class anymore- despite it being only two years, they had grown so much.
If only Takaoka had seen Irina's smile, he would've kept her alive only to beat her more. His only weakness was people defying him. He strived on fear.
Takaoka's grin stretched as his eyes lit with malicious intent. Cocking the gun, he ignored the screams from the kids getting louder.
A sudden silence filled the room when the gunshot went off. Irina's frail body dropping to the ground, a pool of blood instantly forming at her head. With a tut, he rolled her over with his foot, before turning to the 28 frozen faces before him.
"Rule number four, kids. You do something I don't like, that will happen to you." He smirked, stashing the gun and pulling out a small device. "Lighten up kids! She was a bitch after all."
That threw everyone over the edge, screams, tears, swears, all thrown towards the twisted man that stood before them. What made it worse is he laughed. A deranged, mad, sickening laugh escaped his lips as he pushed the button on the device and pulled a gas mask over his face.
A dark smog entered from boxes hidden in the corners of the room. Coughs and gasps came from each student as their hateful eyes glared on the sadist in front of them, before passing out.
Nagisa realised his old classmates were dropping like flies. He felt his eyes go wide with fear, sending a panicked loathing stare to Takaoka, soon joining his classmates on the floor.
Ritsu looked on at the scene from her box. Her classmates all on the ground with a shroud of gas lingering over them. Her tearful eyes were laced with terror as Takaoka began to walk towards her. When he reached her, she let out a small squeak as he placed a hand on her box.
"Now now my little government secret, you're going to help me." He whispered as he plugged in a memory stick, transferring Ritsu to his possession.
He took a step back and surveyed the class once more; 27 sleeping bodies and one dead. Takaoka smirked, knowing he was a step closer to making them suffer, he enjoyed this situation.
He pocketed Ritsu as he watched his henchmen
"Now then, let the games begin."
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