----- E7
Yutaka had been running since he had been let out of the school. He had heard the screams outside not long before, and in addition, he was let out right after Mitsuko. Shit...
Tears streamed from the young boy's eyes as he ran north. Though not the most athletic of the class, he was high on adrenaline and terror, and he made his way fairly quickly considering.
He had his flashlight on, the beam erratic as the hand that held the torch shook. He hadn't really considered how obvious it was making his location. All he cared about was being able to see the way.
Ahead, the flickering light of his torch shone differently. It was glinting more, far more fluid. Yutaka gasped. It was reflecting off something... water? Surely he wasn't already at the north coast! He glanced around, suddenly worried by the apparent smallness of the island. If it was this small, there would surely be no where to hide? Kamon had said it was bigger than this, he had said!
However, as he approached the water, he suddenly realised that it was not the north coast. His torch now shone over the surface of the pond... to the other side. He moved it to the side, and was able to make out a bank running around in the dim light. It wasn't the coast... just a small lake...
Removing his map from his bag, while whimpering at his own stupidity, he removed his map. It looked like he was probably in E7... there was a pond marked there.
He sighed, and replaced the map. Something cold and metallic brushed against his hand. He gasped shrilly, and shone the flashlight inside the bag, to find out what it was. Yutaka raised an eyebrow. "What the...?"
Slowly, and reluctantly, he removed his weapon.
For a moment, silence ruled, as the trees whistled with the late night wind, before it was pierced with a shrieking.
"A FORK?"
Yutaka turned his head. OK... maybe I shouldn't have done that...
The wind hissed back merrily. Did anyone hear? That was so stupid Yutaka! Stupid stupid stupid!
He threw the fork back in his bag, and stood up, glancing around once more. I can't stay here... I can't do this on my own...
But still... he couldn't bring himself to run back to the school. There would be bad kids too... Mimura... run north too! Please...
Crunch.
Yutaka whirled around in a panicked frenzy. "What was that?" he called out loud, before whimpering, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. Stupid!
The wind seemed louder, a rising hissing sound like the sea... rising above his head. He cast the beam of the light into the nearby vegetation. The sound seemed to continue to grow, pounding on his ears... Someone else is here!
Run Yutaka
As his mouth opened in a scream, Yutaka turned, running at full speed towards the east, though he had no idea what direction it was. It turned out to be a bad move.
As he rounded a large dense bush, a foot stuck out silently, veiled in darkness. Yutaka didn't know it was there till he had tripped over it, falling over onto the ground with a crash and another scream.
The figure stepped out as Yutaka flung over onto his back to see who it was. Tears streamed down his face, as he tried to stop himself from screaming once more. A high pitched wail was escaping his throat.
However, when the assailant brought out their gun, pointing it directly at Yutaka's face, the wailing stopped. Oh my god...
----- H5
Yumiko threw the grenade directly up into the air, then grabbed hold of Yukiko's arm, and began to run.
Yukiko gasped, and nearly fell over as she was pulled once more away by her friend. They were both running through the ruins towards the opposite side from Mitsuko and Yoji. The ground was uneven, and Yukiko was struggling not to trip up. She knew that if she did, she'd probably send Yumiko to the floor too.
Just as they emerged on the other side, the grenade exploded. The sound from the blast was not as big as Yukiko had expected, nor was the flame as impressive. But it was still powerful.
"What now?" she hissed sideways at Yumiko.
Her friend shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't figure that far ahead yet. I guess... we go back..."
Mitsuko and Yoji had just started ascending the stairs of the shrine when the grenade went off just inside. It was so unexpected that Mitsuko had leapt backwards in surprise. Shit!
Thankfully for Yoji, he had also leapt back, otherwise the sickle would probably have done some serious damage. However, his jump had been more powerful than Mitsuko's, and as he landed on her, she fell backwards, the two of them rolling down a few steps before ending up at the bottom of the stairs.
"Fuck!" Mitsuko cried, reaching for the sickle angrily. Whoever had done that was going to pay. There was obviously going to be no time for fun. Best quickly deal with the extra...
Yoji had jumped back quickly as they landed, shaking.
Who the fuck set that grenade off? Jesus christ!
The two of them both stood facing each other at the foot of the stairs, Mitsuko holding the sickle threateningly, ready to pounce. There was a glimmer of enjoyment in her eyes, though her mouth was set in an angry frown.
Yoji too was shaking with anger, hate and annoyance flowing through his veins. Everyone thinks they can take a pot shot at Yoji, hey? Fuck this! FUCK IT!
Mitsuko could see he had cracked. The trademark Yoji Kuramoto mood swing. Most of the time he was just a weak and overly feminine guy, but when he cracked he was bad news. She needed to tread carefully.
Tread carefully? He doesn't even have a weapon! Think Yoji can take on hardcore Souma just because he's pissed off? Oh, you have to be kidding me!
She screamed, and leapt forward in a burst of energy, slashing the sickle violently. Yoji cried out viciously, reaching his hands up in defence.
The sickle impacted on his left hand wrist, just where the bone is closest to the skin. The skin was pierced, the metal of the scythe only getting stopped by the bone. Yoji howled with pain, his free right hand reaching out and grabbing the handle of the scythe before Mitsuko could pull it back.
She scowled as they both struggled to pull it towards themselves. Suddenly, Yoji was looking more threatening... his face was set in an angry snarl, almost animalistic, his teeth exposed. The pupils of his eyes were tiny, and the veins not just of his eyes, but of his whole face were pounding and pulsating.
It was pure rage. Yoji couldn't even control it. So angry... so FUCKING angry! Kill the stupid whore! "You fucking bitch!" he screamed, the saliva flying from his mouth like acid.
He raised a foot, jabbing it sharply into Mitsuko's lower body. She winced, and cried out as Yoji managed to free the sickle from her hand.
Oh, you messed with the wrong bitch!
Rearing her head up, she jumped forward, pushing Yoji to the ground as he swiping furiously with the sickle, cutting into her upper arm.
The blade slashed into the muscle of the upper arm, causing Mitsuko to shriek with pain. No! I refuse to die! I cannot let him win!
Yumiko and Yukiko were running back towards where Mitsuko and Yoji would now be, with absolutely no idea of what to do. The ruins were dark, but thanks to the moonlight, there were just about able to see.
Then they heard a cry of pain, followed by "You fucking bitch!"
Yukiko gasped. "Was that..."
"Yoji!" interrupted Yumiko, her face aghast with surprise and horror. "Hurry!"
Speeding up, they made their way through the ruins, before Yukiko cried out once more, having spotted something on the floor. She reached down and picked up a gun.
"Where did this come from?"
The gun shook in her trembling hands. Someone else is here…
Yumiko glanced around briefly. "I don't know… but we have to hurry!"
Yukiko nodded, following Yumiko with the gun still in her hands, casting occasional looks around for their mystery guest.
The two girls sped up once more, passing their kit bags on the floor before reaching the top of the staircase, spotting Yoji and Mitsuko rolling around on the floor, both shrieking and cursing at each other.
Yukiko gasped. "Oh god... Mitsuko! Please no!"
Yumiko had thought of running down and trying to break them up, but she realised that it might simply get her and Yukiko injured, or worse. Biting on her lip, she reached out, taking the gun from Yukiko's hands.
"Yumiko?" exclaimed Yukiko.
Mitsuko appeared to have pinned Yoji down to the floor. The two were no longer struggling, and Mitsuko was winning the fight. Yoji was crying out, insults flying from his red face. It was scary to see, but Yumiko knew what she had to do.
God help me…
Raising the gun to point at Mitsuko, she pulled the trigger.
----- E7
"Darling, so glad you decided to join me!" exclaimed Shou, as he pointed the derringer down at the whimpering Yutaka.
Yutaka had no idea what to say. Shou was a bad kid, he hung around with Kazuo... Yutaka was absolutely terrified...
Shou grinned. "Little Yutaka Seto... Mimura's little bum chum, how quaint!"
Yutaka's lips wobbled as he produced some sort of noise that sounded like the word 'no', but could have been anything.
Shou raised an eyebrow critically. "Oh, don't wet yourself Yutaka! I'm only killing you!"
Yutaka uttered a shriek at this comment.
Shou raised his free hand to his mouth as he giggled. "Whoops-a-daisy! Did we say that out loud? Oh darling, how silly!"
He fired the trigger mercilessly.
The gun would normally be a complete piece of crap, but at the range, Yutaka didn't stand a chance. His head flew backwards, the rest of his body flailing momentarily, before finally coming to rest, still.
Shou smiled. "Delicious..."
Rising up, he began to set off once more, licking his lips briefly. "Where are you Kazuo?" he mused out loud. You can't possibly expect me to let you deny me anymore...
He smirked. "Yes darling... we shall have him all for ourselves..."
Don't we just crave him...
----- H5
Mitsuko flew over to her side, clutching her upper thigh, where the bullet wound was bleeding heavily.
"Run Yoji!" shrieked Yukiko.
Yoji had screamed with shock himself when he had heard the gunshot, and looking up, and seeing Yumiko and Yukiko... he hardly needed encouraging. Whimpering, he leapt up, running up the stairs to where the two girls stood. He could feel himself starting to cry again.
Yukiko was taken aback. It had taken seemingly no time at all for Yoji to go from angry, and fighting almost like an animal to a crying wimp. She couldn't deny she was scared by it, but there was something more pressing on her mind.
Mitsuko was getting up.
You can't help Mitsuko... she isn't going to stop, Yukiko...
Mitsuko was lurching up the steps, at a feeble pace, yet she seemed now even more terrifying. Her eyes were wild, blazing with fiery hate, her hair billowing out and her face snarling maliciously.
"Guys?" Yoji shrieked, realising that Yumiko and Yukiko both seemed reluctant to leave. "Guys, run!"
You can't help her Yukiko!
RUN!