I accidentally messed this chapter up! Though luckily I didn't have many reads phew... so you'll get a double update here!


The sun began to lower as Yoshida leaned against an overgrown tree. He breathed heavily as he observed his surroundings; taking in the masses of forests, the lack of people, the lack of his friends. Yoshida panted as he wiped the sweat off the bridge of his nose. He had been running since the podium, desperately trying to keep tabs on the directions his friends were in.

Looking at the sun, he tried to determine if their hour had been up, the anticipation of finding his squad, thriving within him. Aside from the squad, his longtime best friend lingered in his thoughts. Yoshida was longing to know if Hara was okay, even if they didn't speak much after graduation. He closed his eyes as he took in another deep breath, actually appreciating the fresh air despite the situation.

His brief moment of peace was abruptly cut off by the sound of a cannon resonating through the surroundings. Eyes snapping open from fear it was one of his close friends, he stood there in a frozen state — terrible situations running rapidly through his mind.

"Go on then kids, find your friends."

The eerie sound of Takaoka's smug voice cracking over the speakers snapped him out of his trance. Not wanting to waste time, Yoshida sprinted further into the woods; a panicked expression etched clearly on his face.

Yoshida mentally begged it wasn't the people close to him. Just the idea it could've been spurred him on to run faster. Branches scratched at him and leaves got tangled in his hair as he wove through the forest, fear clouding in his eyes.

His heart dropped as he reached a cliff. Despair suddenly turned to anger as he pounded his fists against it.

"Fuck!" Yoshida cried out, ignoring the loose rocks that fell from pounding it.

A snap of a branch alerted the boy, whipping his head round to locate the source of the noice. Far into the forest, Yoshida could make out the figure of a person heading along the rock face. Squinting to confirm who the person was, he hesitated before letting out a weak laugh, breaking into a sprint again.

"Hara!"

The ground seemed to sway under Sugaya's feet as he stumbled through the trees. His mind was unable to process anything, especially the recent death of one of his best friends. Sugaya's head pounded, his vision going fuzzy, as he had no time to mourn. The more he thought about Okajima, the more nauseated he felt. Suddenly leaning against a tree to throw up, the final image engraved in his mind was his shredded body just laying there, bleeding out.

Sugaya wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, not caring if it got dirty. Tears finally began to stream as he got a moment to himself. The silence of the forest becoming hell; letting him dwell in the disturbing images in his mind.

The silence was broken by a single cannon shot, followed with Takaoka's gruff voice. Sugaya slumped more, almost relying on the tree to support him. He didn't care about finding his friends. One was already gone, and the most recent cannon gave him the immediate fear the other one was gone too.

Hearing a rustle of leaves, he gave no effort to look. Sugaya hesitated, wondering if someone was out for him- the cannon indicated to him that the class was already turning on each other. He didn't particularly want to die, but he had no strength to fight them off.

Swaying more than before, he hurled again. Nausea and shock shrouding his mind, he finally let himself collapse, oblivious to the fast footsteps getting increasingly closer...
•••

The sun rested on the horizon as Takebayashi began to sweat. He had been walking, his mind trying to escape the outcome of earlier when he began to get increasingly warm. Finally, reaching his limit, he turned to see a gigantic blaze towering before him. His jaw dropped; behind the terror, an uneasiness could be seen in his wide eyes.

Trying to turn as fast as he physically could, a fireball suddenly flung itself across his path and cut him off before he could even take a glance in the other direction. Desperately seeking an escape route, he soon began to panic; ducking and running was definitely not his forté.

Takebayashi began to pant as he kept twisting his slim body in search of freedom from the flames. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his mouth went dry as the heat got more intense. Every second felt like forever as he stood in his panic; however, cursing himself for not being able to find a solution.

As the flames danced demonically around him, he finally succeeded in spotting a weak part in the fire. His heart filled with adrenaline as his eyes narrowed with determination. Eager for his escape, he sprinted through the blaze, cursing as burns instantly formed across his skin that was showing.

Tears pricked in Takebayashi's eyes as he reached the other side, but to his dismay, the inferno got larger. Ignoring the urge to itch his stinging arms and face, he put all his faith in his athletic abilities and began to dash through the blazing trees.

Takebayashi had never run so fast in his life. The fire kept growing, catching up with him, no matter how far or fast he ran. He began to falter, tripping over the odd rock and branch, his lungs wheezing at the lack of oxygen, his sweat making his glasses slide up an down his nose.

The inferno got stronger. With every grasp from the flames, another scar appeared on the boy's weakening body. Despite his glasses, his vision began to fade as a pain in his head began to form. Letting out a low grunt, Takebayashi forced himself to continue, pushing the pain in his head and lungs to the back of his mind.

Something caught his eye through the sea of flames; a flash of dark auburn hair gently flowing in the heated breeze. Takebayashi's could hardly make out who it was, his eyes were dry from the heat, but luckily he managed to spot the familiar scrunchie that held the brunette's locks.

Takebayashi forced himself to shout. His dry throat scratching as he screamed, yet too focused on helping the girl, he was unable to spot the danger hurtling towards him.

"Yada, Run!"

•••
Yada wiped the sweat from her forehead as she walked. She didn't understand why she was beginning to feel hot and feverish, but her uncertainty was soon answered as she heard the distant, yet eerily close cry of someone else.

Startled by the fact she wasn't alone, she spun around to see Takebayashi sprinting towards her, followed by a burning inferno, screaming her name and for her to run as he kept stumbling over rocks.

Yada's jaw dropped. The blaze engulfing the forest that surrounded her, shock and fear overcoming her. Yada stood dumbfounded as she stared at the ocean of orange, unable to move.

A short scream knocked Yada out of her trance. Diverting her eyes swiftly back to Takebayashi, she froze as an enormous fireball flew in from the left and hit Takebayashi square on, flinging him into a tree.

Yada's eyes widened as tears began to form and cling to her eyelashes. The flames began to get closer, licking at her arms and face. Hesitantly, she turned and was about to run before she heard an earsplitting scream of pure agony.

Flicking her head back to the tree, Yada saw Takebayashi emerge from the flames, burnt to a crisp. His glasses had melted into his cheeks and his body was barely recognisable with how quickly he had been scarred.

Yada had to cover her ears as Takebayashi screamed his aching lungs out again, it easily overpowered the crackling of the flames. It was clear he wasn't going to make it, but the way he looked at her- the pain and desperation in his eyes- Yada couldn't just leave him.

Ignoring her own weakening body, she clumsily ran to him, narrowly dodging smaller fireballs and spreading flames. Her lungs quickly began to lose their capacity at the lack of oxygen, but she pushed herself to reach him.

When she got there he was as stiff as a log. Takebayashi's burns were unbelievably deep and horrible, the molten metal of his glasses seeping into his crisp, blackened skin. Yada almost threw up. Her skin began to receive the same treatment as she stood in a panic, unsure how to help the boy in front of her.

Yada felt her throat get tighter and her vision started to fade; her rapid breathing from her current panic attack causing her more harm. Desperately trying to soothe her, Takebayashi reached to embrace her, neglecting the pain and stiffness of his own body. Before he could, he noticed another fireball heading directly towards them. The fear in Takebayashi's eyes alerted Yada; slowly turning, an expression of terror was etched on her face in the split second before they were hit...

•••

Takaoka smirked as he leant back, watching the two teenagers scream and writhe in pain as their bodies were pinned between the molten rock and the trees. He let out a sadistic chuckle as he saw their bodies collapse, indicating the carbon monoxide had defeated them both.

He grinned as he let off another two cannon sounds at the push of a button. Watching them die was only his second favourite thing. The first? Watching the rest of the teenagers' faces drop into a state of panic every time a cannon went off. It amused him. But when he pressed those two? It turned to chaos.

No one would ever expect two to go, but then again, no one knew of Takaoka's forceful input.

Takaoka swivelled in his chair as he watched his vast amount of cameras. His grin twisted into a horrible sight as he remained watching the ex-students, laughing at their misfortune.

It was reaching the night. Takaoka's plans of displaying the four already deceased students on a screen- wanting to taunt the class further. Firing Ritsu up again on a separate screen, he planned a slideshow of the four, with their photos, the time and how they died.

He smirked as he typed 'shot by Rinka Hayami' for Justice; hoping the limited detail would put even more fear into the students, wanting them to be scared of each other.

As Takaoka was typing, one of his screens stood out to him. His eyes fell onto Kayano, leaning in intently as he observed her body language. Her small figure twitching, her eyes clenched almost as if she was in pain, the way she held her neck.
It thoroughly confused him, stopping him from typing as he took notes, yet deep down, he knew...

Things were going to get much more interesting.


Ahh thats better.. the right chapter this time lol! As always please leave likes and comments! I love reading everything!