Chapter 6: Wanting Revenge

„Let her go." Haruka spoke, trying to keep her fear out of her voice. Goro just grinned at her and shook his head. "No. She's going to die. You will see her die…like I had to see my son die, thanks to you!" "Haruka…" Michiru whispered, her eyes filling with tears when the kidnapper pressed the tip of the hook harder against her throat, nearly breaking the skin. The aqua haired girl whimpered at the feeling, and that was all Haruka could take. With one swift motion, she had drawn her gun, pointing it at the killers head. "Let her go. Now." She ordered, glad that her voice was steady at last. Goro looked at the gun for a few seconds, then he slowly started to lower his hook. Haruka was just about to let out a small sigh of relief when the killer suddenly pushed Michiru aside roughly and threw himself forward, towards her.

Before Haruka had time to react, the butcher hook crashed against her forearm, slicing a deep cut into it. The blonde yelped in pain and dropped her gun at the unexpected impact, causing it to hit the soft ground. Haruka felt how Goro grabbed her across the waist as if he wanted to hug her, and then, the sharp end of the butcher hook dug into her stomach. Michiru screamed in sheer terror when she saw what the killer did to her beloved, but at the same time couldn't help her, since she still was tied up. Desperately, the aqua haired girl started to struggle, trying to free herself of her bonds, while Goro smiled at Haruka, his eyes glinting with joy. "Your body will become numb now." He whispered into the detective's ear, tightening his grip around her waist to steady her while he slowly started to move the hook to the right, cutting the blondes stomach open. "That's caused by the shock, so don't worry." Haruka choked when the hook continued it's fatal way through her body, blood running from the wound and the corners of her mouth. Far, far away she could hear Michiru cry out her name several times, but it didn't seem to matter much anymore. The pain that was overwhelming her, colouring her world red, was all that mattered. Goro grinned at the blonde one last time, finally making the butcher hook stop. With one violent motion, he jerked it out of the blondes stomach, blood splashing from the wound and onto his hands. "There." He whispered, grinning. "I made you pay. My son will be pleased." With that, he let go off Haruka, and while she still was falling to the ground, he turned around and started to leave, not bothering to waste a single look at Michiru.

"Haruka! Haruka!" Michiru screamed, still struggling against the ropes that held her wrists, with not much avail though. Haruka was on her knees, one arm over her stomach, panting heavily, her blood dripping to the ground and colouring the grass red. Slowly, the blonde raised her head, her eyes meeting those of her lover. "Michiru…" Haruka whispered, the flow of blood from her mouth increasing while she did. Collecting all the strength she had in herself after that brutal attack, Haruka started to move towards Michiru, leaving a trail of blood drops behind. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the blonde reached her tied-up lover and started to work on the knot that held the aqua haired girls wrists. As soon as she had managed to free her girlfriend, Haruka let out a pain-filled groan and nearly fell face first to the ground; luckily, Michiru  managed to catch her in time and pulled her into a loving embrace. "Don't leave me." The young woman sobbed, her tears falling on Harukas blood-stained shirt. "Call…an ambulance." Haruka whispered, her breathing turned to heavy panting by now. "My cell phone…in the car…" "I can't go there and leave you behind alone!" Michiru replied, crying heavily by now. Harukas only response was another pain-filled groan. Slowly, and as gently as possible, Michiru laid the blonde on her back, before she hurried into the hut she had been held captive in. She didn't remember seeing a phone while she was there, but maybe she just had overseen it, or it was hidden somewhere…desperately, Michiru started to search through the cupboards and shelves, in hope to find the desired object soon. Finally, upon opening the last cupboard in the small room, she was lucky: a black cell phone laid in one of drawers. Quickly, the aqua haired girl took it into her shaking hands and dialled 911, informing the person on the other end of the line what had happened and where Haruka and she were. Then, she hung up and ran back out to her lover, who laid in the grass unconscious by now.

"Will she be okay?" Michiru softly asked, looking up at Takeshi with hope and fear in her eyes. Takeshi sighed and shrugged before he returned his gaze to the big glass window that allowed visitors to watch the room Haruka laid in. "The doctor said that chances are good…if she awakes from the coma."  Michiru covered her mouth with one hand and let out a small sob, turning away from the window. She didn't want to see her lover like this anymore; hooked up to so many machines that it was hard to tell where they ended and Haruka began, and so badly hurt… "Make him pay." The aqua haired girl whispered, looking at the police director once more. "Make him pay for what he did to her…" Takeshi nodded, a grim look suddenly in his eyes. "We will, Michiru. Believe me, we will."