Kiriska: Hm. I like writing from Aymichi's pov....=D He's a good baddie. ^^
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Chapter Thirty: Just a Game
Aymichi
I was beginning to regret having gone ahead with killing Tachikawa, the police were on my trail. I couldn't get out of Odaiba. I sat rethinking my decisons, could I have done anything more to better my situation. I pulled my jacket closer around me, I should have stolen a thicker one, but this one had looked better at the time. I pushed myself deeper into the tiny niche behind an air conditioning unit on the roof of an apartment in the middle of the city. I was safe for the time being.
Maybe I was taking this too seriously. I've told myself before it was only a game, win or lose. Just a game, to see how many of them I can take down before I'm finally caught, arrested, and taken away. How many can I take with me to hell? Sometimes that's what it feels like, a game. But other times, it seems more than that. Like when you're playing a game. Doesn't matter what kind of game, a video game, a racing game, whatever. When you're on the edge and about to fall, it becomes more than just a game. It becomes a matter of life and death, no matter how stupid or obsure it sounds.
It's human I guess. Human to not be able to stand losing. Human to want to give it all you have to win. Humans are insane. So what do I consider my situation now? A game? Or life? Both. But I can't lose now. I haven't gone far enough yet. I've only killed two of them. There are six left. I have to complete my goal. I have to kill them all. Or at least half. At least that much. At least four of them have to accompany me to hell. I took out my knife and began drawing designs in the thick layer of dust and dirt that covered the roof of the building. The designs were random, swirling circular shapes. My mind was in another world completely. Reliving three nights ago.
~Flashback~
I dashed our of the room, a strange fear immediately taking over my bloodlust. I could not afford to be caught now. My footsteps did not make too much sound, especially not with Takenouchi's screams still streaming out of the bedroom. Was there a phone in that room? Had they called the police yet? How much time did I have? I didn't want to try the front door, because if police were on their way, I would collide with them. How much time did I have?
Stop panicing, I commanded myself. Think! The window was the easiest way. You can escape to the roof and down into the alleyways. "Fuckit, why didn't I just hightail out of here when I had the chance?" I mumbled. I shoved my knife back into my jacket and hefted the living room window open. It got stuck halfway, the opening wasn't big enough for me to go through. Damn.
My eyes franticly scanned the area for another window. Damn. I went into another room, a bedroom, a window. I lifted it open. Damn thing hadn't been opened in *way* too long. And there was pounding at the door. That fast!? How long has it been? A few damn minutes? Fuck. "Open up! This is the police!" I forced the window up all the way, then climbed through, feet first. There wasn't an emergency fire escape, I had no support for myself.
Damn. Well, the Izumis certainly paid less for this dump than Tachikawa. I held on my the windowsill and closed the window, maybe they'd think I went out the other window as opposed to this one now. I gripped the brick tightly, it was a three story drop into a trash dump. Hmm, could I make the jump without any injuries? Did I have a choice? Fuck. I could hear heavy footsteps in the house now, the police had come in. I didn't have a choice, I let go of the windowsill.
I was lucky. Saturday was trash pick up day, and today was Friday, so the dump was filled with the week's trash. Well, maybe not too lucky. I was stuck waist deep in rotten food and other disgusting household disposables. I wriggled out of the trash and stepped into the dark, unlit alley. Good thing I was use to these wonderful envirments. My left leg hurt a bit, since I had landed on it, but it seemed alright. I put my back against the wall of the apartment building and stayed in the shadows, moving as cautiously away.
The back side of the building was against that of another apartment complex, I ducked under that apartment's fire escape and slowly made my way further and further away from the Izumi's residence. Where to now? Were the police following me? I couldn't tell, the cars in the street made too much noice for me to notice them by sound. Where can I go? A taxi? Would that work?
I knew my picture had been broadcasted on local television, but how many people watch the news? Listen to it? No, I can't put my trust in the ignorance of people. Because there were people who watched the news. And what if one of them happened to be the taxi that would pull up if I waved for one? What to do? What to do? There's no way I can sneak out of town on foot, so I guess I'll just have to stake out for now. And take whatever chances I may get to take down the rest of them.
Where would be the last place they would look? They expect me to run. They expect me to try and get out of town. They don't expect me to stay in town do they? Perhaps not, but where? The worst would be if they figured out the connection between my victims. If they could figure out who I was after next. That would be the worse, so they would surround the remaining Digidestines' homes. They would look for me near there. So, I'd have to hide away from them.
The outskirts of Odaiba was always a good place to hide, it was full of abandoned buildings and tons of homeless drunks and bandits. I would be able to hide among them..., but they would look at the borders. It wouldn't be safe for long. And besides, living with those weird hobos was never a good experience. They'd rob you blind as soon as you fall asleep. So where can I hide?
I mentally pictured the city in my head. The Kamiyas and Takenouchi lived on the South side. Kido, Southeast...Izumi, east. That left me a good range of territory to retreat to. There was an old abandoned factory in West Odaiba....but it would be crawling with homeless as well...I'd have to pick a populated area, surrounded by people. They wouldn't think to look there. Lots of apartment buildings had basements. Many of those basements are rarely used......
~End Flashback~
I had take cover in the basement of a luxery apartment building not unlike Tachikawa's place. It went alright for 2 days, there was a lot of preserved food packed away down there, but on the 3rd day, this morning. A bunch of people went down there to get things, wines, excusive foods, whatever. Aparently they were having a celebration and the basement was going to be in the middle of it. So I escaped to the roof of the place. It wasn't too bad I guess, it had a lot of cover from overpassing aircraft and such. But it was cold.
Entering November it was going to get colder. Snow would come soon. I don't know how long I can hold out here, with this stupid jacket as my only warmth. Well,...with the coming cold, people will be using their heating units right? I could always snuggle up next to one of those at night. Heh. I really didn't think there was much else I could have done. But I needed to take some action fast. There was no way I'm staking out here all winter.
A stupid smile took over my face. "Someone else has to diiieeee sooon....hehehehe." Who shall it be? I held one hand in front of my face. Five fingers. Five Digidestined in Odaiba. Taichi, Hikari, Sora, Koushirou, Joe. Eenie, meenie, minie, moe...I laughed, who will die next? Who will die next? I stretch and crawl out of that cramped space between the AC units. I looked over the edge of the building and down at the street below.
It was pretty empty, it must be past midnight or something now. There was some guy on the other side of the street warming himself with a tiny flame burning on some newspaper. There was a parked truck to the left, there were curtains in the windows and a dim light glowing on the inside. There was probably someone living in there or whatnot. A guy in a trench coat was walking slowly on the sidewalk, his hair was grundgy looking and greasy. He paused directly benethe me on the street below.
I blinked and looked closer. The guy seemed familiar....no, it couldn't be him...I leaned forward a bit and glared, it was him. Dirtier than the last time I saw him, but it was him. Ishida. I chucked to myself, perfect. Just as I was pondering my next move, it comes to me. I get another person to kill! Last time I had spared him because if he had died at the jailhouse, it would have been obvious the killer was me, but this time? He was alone.
I grinned and moved away from the side of the building. The fire escape was on the other side, I climbed onto the steel staircase and started towards the ground below. So you escaped little Digidestined, but you won't be free for long...I grinned and felt for my knife in my jacket pocket. It was in it's proper place, ready to take another life. I did not expect too much trouble, but part of me warned me to be cautious, his anger towards you would be even greater now. And anger often fueled a fight.
Would my anger out power his? We'll find out soon, in the next round of my game. I stepped onto the concrete ground and started around the building, knowing that my victim could not have gone far.
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Kiriska: Fight coming! Fights are fuuunnnnn. Hope this chapter was satsifactory...=/
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Chapter Thirty: Just a Game
Aymichi
I was beginning to regret having gone ahead with killing Tachikawa, the police were on my trail. I couldn't get out of Odaiba. I sat rethinking my decisons, could I have done anything more to better my situation. I pulled my jacket closer around me, I should have stolen a thicker one, but this one had looked better at the time. I pushed myself deeper into the tiny niche behind an air conditioning unit on the roof of an apartment in the middle of the city. I was safe for the time being.
Maybe I was taking this too seriously. I've told myself before it was only a game, win or lose. Just a game, to see how many of them I can take down before I'm finally caught, arrested, and taken away. How many can I take with me to hell? Sometimes that's what it feels like, a game. But other times, it seems more than that. Like when you're playing a game. Doesn't matter what kind of game, a video game, a racing game, whatever. When you're on the edge and about to fall, it becomes more than just a game. It becomes a matter of life and death, no matter how stupid or obsure it sounds.
It's human I guess. Human to not be able to stand losing. Human to want to give it all you have to win. Humans are insane. So what do I consider my situation now? A game? Or life? Both. But I can't lose now. I haven't gone far enough yet. I've only killed two of them. There are six left. I have to complete my goal. I have to kill them all. Or at least half. At least that much. At least four of them have to accompany me to hell. I took out my knife and began drawing designs in the thick layer of dust and dirt that covered the roof of the building. The designs were random, swirling circular shapes. My mind was in another world completely. Reliving three nights ago.
~Flashback~
I dashed our of the room, a strange fear immediately taking over my bloodlust. I could not afford to be caught now. My footsteps did not make too much sound, especially not with Takenouchi's screams still streaming out of the bedroom. Was there a phone in that room? Had they called the police yet? How much time did I have? I didn't want to try the front door, because if police were on their way, I would collide with them. How much time did I have?
Stop panicing, I commanded myself. Think! The window was the easiest way. You can escape to the roof and down into the alleyways. "Fuckit, why didn't I just hightail out of here when I had the chance?" I mumbled. I shoved my knife back into my jacket and hefted the living room window open. It got stuck halfway, the opening wasn't big enough for me to go through. Damn.
My eyes franticly scanned the area for another window. Damn. I went into another room, a bedroom, a window. I lifted it open. Damn thing hadn't been opened in *way* too long. And there was pounding at the door. That fast!? How long has it been? A few damn minutes? Fuck. "Open up! This is the police!" I forced the window up all the way, then climbed through, feet first. There wasn't an emergency fire escape, I had no support for myself.
Damn. Well, the Izumis certainly paid less for this dump than Tachikawa. I held on my the windowsill and closed the window, maybe they'd think I went out the other window as opposed to this one now. I gripped the brick tightly, it was a three story drop into a trash dump. Hmm, could I make the jump without any injuries? Did I have a choice? Fuck. I could hear heavy footsteps in the house now, the police had come in. I didn't have a choice, I let go of the windowsill.
I was lucky. Saturday was trash pick up day, and today was Friday, so the dump was filled with the week's trash. Well, maybe not too lucky. I was stuck waist deep in rotten food and other disgusting household disposables. I wriggled out of the trash and stepped into the dark, unlit alley. Good thing I was use to these wonderful envirments. My left leg hurt a bit, since I had landed on it, but it seemed alright. I put my back against the wall of the apartment building and stayed in the shadows, moving as cautiously away.
The back side of the building was against that of another apartment complex, I ducked under that apartment's fire escape and slowly made my way further and further away from the Izumi's residence. Where to now? Were the police following me? I couldn't tell, the cars in the street made too much noice for me to notice them by sound. Where can I go? A taxi? Would that work?
I knew my picture had been broadcasted on local television, but how many people watch the news? Listen to it? No, I can't put my trust in the ignorance of people. Because there were people who watched the news. And what if one of them happened to be the taxi that would pull up if I waved for one? What to do? What to do? There's no way I can sneak out of town on foot, so I guess I'll just have to stake out for now. And take whatever chances I may get to take down the rest of them.
Where would be the last place they would look? They expect me to run. They expect me to try and get out of town. They don't expect me to stay in town do they? Perhaps not, but where? The worst would be if they figured out the connection between my victims. If they could figure out who I was after next. That would be the worse, so they would surround the remaining Digidestines' homes. They would look for me near there. So, I'd have to hide away from them.
The outskirts of Odaiba was always a good place to hide, it was full of abandoned buildings and tons of homeless drunks and bandits. I would be able to hide among them..., but they would look at the borders. It wouldn't be safe for long. And besides, living with those weird hobos was never a good experience. They'd rob you blind as soon as you fall asleep. So where can I hide?
I mentally pictured the city in my head. The Kamiyas and Takenouchi lived on the South side. Kido, Southeast...Izumi, east. That left me a good range of territory to retreat to. There was an old abandoned factory in West Odaiba....but it would be crawling with homeless as well...I'd have to pick a populated area, surrounded by people. They wouldn't think to look there. Lots of apartment buildings had basements. Many of those basements are rarely used......
~End Flashback~
I had take cover in the basement of a luxery apartment building not unlike Tachikawa's place. It went alright for 2 days, there was a lot of preserved food packed away down there, but on the 3rd day, this morning. A bunch of people went down there to get things, wines, excusive foods, whatever. Aparently they were having a celebration and the basement was going to be in the middle of it. So I escaped to the roof of the place. It wasn't too bad I guess, it had a lot of cover from overpassing aircraft and such. But it was cold.
Entering November it was going to get colder. Snow would come soon. I don't know how long I can hold out here, with this stupid jacket as my only warmth. Well,...with the coming cold, people will be using their heating units right? I could always snuggle up next to one of those at night. Heh. I really didn't think there was much else I could have done. But I needed to take some action fast. There was no way I'm staking out here all winter.
A stupid smile took over my face. "Someone else has to diiieeee sooon....hehehehe." Who shall it be? I held one hand in front of my face. Five fingers. Five Digidestined in Odaiba. Taichi, Hikari, Sora, Koushirou, Joe. Eenie, meenie, minie, moe...I laughed, who will die next? Who will die next? I stretch and crawl out of that cramped space between the AC units. I looked over the edge of the building and down at the street below.
It was pretty empty, it must be past midnight or something now. There was some guy on the other side of the street warming himself with a tiny flame burning on some newspaper. There was a parked truck to the left, there were curtains in the windows and a dim light glowing on the inside. There was probably someone living in there or whatnot. A guy in a trench coat was walking slowly on the sidewalk, his hair was grundgy looking and greasy. He paused directly benethe me on the street below.
I blinked and looked closer. The guy seemed familiar....no, it couldn't be him...I leaned forward a bit and glared, it was him. Dirtier than the last time I saw him, but it was him. Ishida. I chucked to myself, perfect. Just as I was pondering my next move, it comes to me. I get another person to kill! Last time I had spared him because if he had died at the jailhouse, it would have been obvious the killer was me, but this time? He was alone.
I grinned and moved away from the side of the building. The fire escape was on the other side, I climbed onto the steel staircase and started towards the ground below. So you escaped little Digidestined, but you won't be free for long...I grinned and felt for my knife in my jacket pocket. It was in it's proper place, ready to take another life. I did not expect too much trouble, but part of me warned me to be cautious, his anger towards you would be even greater now. And anger often fueled a fight.
Would my anger out power his? We'll find out soon, in the next round of my game. I stepped onto the concrete ground and started around the building, knowing that my victim could not have gone far.
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Kiriska: Fight coming! Fights are fuuunnnnn. Hope this chapter was satsifactory...=/
