In
the dark Iora's apartment a figure crouched looking at his work. Iora's body
was sprawled out on the floor; the blood had stopped flowing at this point but
the smell was still heavy in the air. He looked at the wall opposite if the body,
blood was splattered against it and it looked as if the bullet even passed
through the wall. Damn, I knew that I should have used something less
powerful…,he thought to himself. Double checking his hands to make sure he
was still wearing the black leather gloves he reached into his pocket and
pulled out a small, tattered sheet of paper, and a hawks feather. He leaned
closer to his work, now the smell of death was hitting him directly in the
face. It was like cologne that he had loved all his life, but never got to
wear. He dipped the roots of the feather in his victims blood, making sure he
got lots on the tip. He then took the list and gazed through it until he found
the name "Iora", using the bloody pen, he crossed it out.
"Two
down, nine to go," He whispered. Then he stood up and stepped back to admire
his work a moment. "The police will be here soon, my friend. I must leave.
Enjoy the after life, whatever that may be. Say 'hi' to your dad for me." With
that he was out the apartment. Walking down the street he could see the
flashing lights pulling up at the apartment. He only wished he could be around
when his victims mom came home.
"Hey,
Yamato! Yamato, where are you!" The stagehand had just come back and was
looking franticly for Yamato.
"I'm
right here, calm down. What is it?" The stagehand had a frightened look on his
face, "My god, what has gotten into you? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"No
ghost, Yamato, but a letter," He took a frightened gulp of air.
"A
letter? What the fuck is so frightening about mail?"
"Look
at the cover and you'll know." He still looked scared out of his mind, and
Yamato looked at him like he was the craziest son of a bitch he had ever seen,
until he looked at the letter.
"Oh
my god…" A pause to think it over, and when no explanation was found he asked
the question. "Is that…blood?"
"That's
what it looks like," He stopped and looked around to see if anyone was
watching, he saw no one, "could it be some crazed fan?"
"Who
gave this to you?"
"I
don't know." Yamato looked at him with a blank stare, and then repeated what
was said.
"You
don't know?" He was loosing his temper now. "Don't you have eyes? What in hell
did the guy look like?!"
"He
was short, I don't know…uh… five-five, probably. Wearing all black, black coat,
black pants, black gloves… the works." Now he was getting impatient.
"What
did his face look like?"
"I
couldn't tell, Yamato. You know these fans… they come with earrings and their
faces all painted up. His was painted in black and white." A pause to think,
"Oh, and he had an earring in his left ear, uh…it was a ruby I think. But it
looked fake." Yamato looked at the letter one last time and finally said,
"Ok,
at least you got it." The stagehand knew that was an insult, but ignored it and
went on his way. Mat took another look at the outside of the letter, written in
blood were the words "Hi, Yamato", he opened it. The entire thing was written
in blood. He read it through very carefully.
Hi Yamato. Did you know that there is a saying, "and Eye for an Eye and a tooth for a tooth"? If you did then you probably know that the real world doesn't work that way. Well, the moment you opened this letter you left the real world and entered mine. It's time for revenge.
SINcerely,
~A Friend
"This
has got to be some kind of sick joke." Starring at the letter in his hand he
knew he would die, when he did not know, but he was sure he would. The concert
would start in a few minutes. He just wanted to get through one more. Takeru
will be at the show tonight. I have to
make it good, he thought. This will have to be a show to remember.
"Hey,
Iemitsu." He called to one of the other band members.
"Yeah,
Yamato?"
"Do
we have all the fireworks and lights that we were going to use at the season
finale?"
"Yeah,
why?"
"Have
the stage hands postpone the show for a half-hour and set them up."
"What?
Are you crazy, Yamato? We blow all that now we wont have anything at the end!"
"I
know. I want this night to be the best. This will be our last show."
"What
the hell do you mean by that."
"Something
has come up, that's all I can say."
"Ok,
if you're sure…"
"I'm
sure, just get it set up."
The
show started half and hour later. The crowd had been chanting "Yamato! Yamato!"
for the past fifteen minutes. When he walked out on stage he was greeted by
great amounts of cheering, he tried scanning the crowd for the "crazed fan" but
didn't see him. He found Takeru right off. Front row center. I wish you
didn't have to see this, Takeru. But he knew it was hopeless. He wanted the
world to go out with a bang, and this was the best way he knew how.
He
stepped up to the mike, "Before we start, I would like to dedicate this
performance to my little brother, Takeru." The spot light found Takeru right
away, and the crowd went into thunderous applause and cheering. Takeru couldn't
understand why his brother was doing this. Hikari, who was sitting right next
to him, saw how worried he was. So she leaned over and kissed him, just to make
him more embarrassed. The crowd really enjoyed that one. Whistles followed it
and cheering that drowned everything else out. Yamato was so happy he got to
see it he almost cried, but he had a show to do and that was not in the agenda.
The
show didn't just go well, it was the best in history. Fireworks lights, for
more than three hours he played. Every song that they had written they played
that night. The ending of the last song got the crowd the there feet. Bright
flashing strobe lights and massive fireworks exploding everywhere. It was so loud
that no one heard the shot that was fired. They saw a red substance fly from
Yamato's chest, hitting most of the people in the front row. Once again the
bullet passed through his victims body. Blood had splattered on the stage floor
behind him. The band members were shocked. The stagehand was franticly pushing
on a door marked entrance only trying to get out. Once the mad fans realized
that he was dead they rushed the stage. The band members ran in terror. The
fans, obsessed with Yamato, smeared his blood on there skin and clothes. Takeru
and Hikari sat starring in the front row. Tears running steadily down Takeru's
face. So much was happening at once that no one saw the man, dressed all in
black, come down to the stage. No one saw this man pick up the bullet, and no
one saw this man pull out a sheet of paper and a feather. After dipping the
feather in his victim's blood he looked at the list, and calmly cross off the
name, "Yamato". No one saw him leave. No one saw him at all.
