Chapter Two: Fall Back My Dears
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I know this is a delusion.
A place far from the reality of what the plane had started to become.
A death cage plummeting back to earth, and from our known direction we'll be diving into the ocean very soon.
Course this would a delusion, there is no other way but in Japan do I want to know I'm dying. Now it's just a fairy tail dream with no end but a smashing of my skull once the plane hits the water's surface where I'll be seeing a light and that'll be it.
The air in this dream is frigid, puffs of warm clouded air leave from my body like it was actually coming out of my lips.
A familiar, recognizable smell stirs up, aspen trees, catching in the dream's wind shift about rustling the wide area of forest and awakes the delightful smell even more.
The cool touch of slushy snow dripping into what clothes the dream has provided me, cut up shoes, a pair of jeans, a shirt and a bulky snow jacket wrapped around myself, with the cold and wet snow in my shoes my body shivers violently.
I know my bodies in a fit of pain inside the plane.
Fighting to keep awake in the darkness swallowing me whole, fighting to live for my last day, fighting to see the end, even with my body been hurled about the airplane walls.
Still.
To think it was reality made it seem like the world of mine was finally well again, just for a bit of time that is.
Where my hands might clasp together in a prayer just for a talk with whatever being was hiding up above those clouds and stars, to say hello to it. Where a day of work would consist of chores, household ones in fact, no syringes or test tubes to handle or use against a thrashing body.
It may in fact have a day or week just sit outside, lazing in the sun maybe at a white sand beach or community swimming pool if I didn't want to be far from the gravesite near the holidays. Maybe I would get more chances to see the graves of them if I had this reality instead of the death one, just maybe.
The dream turns, souring at my mood, a gust of wind picks up tossing a sheet of powered snow onto me; again it chills even when it is such a delusional dream.
I've never been here, much less looked at anything like this place, perhaps from books I picked up in my years of learning under Kagemusha-dono or that lovely television set in the Guam hotel I stayed at, it was quite addictive to watch anything that popped up on it.
No wonder the Watchmen enjoyed it so much, though even to them they never got to see enough during their breaks at dawn and dusk, a few occasions with Yamanashi-sama nearby did they get a chance to watch something; mostly will screaming or guns, and just be relaxed for once and a while.
Again the thoughts are interrupted with the snow flinging onto my face and shoulders, shivering more I shake of the snow and continue on thinking.
Yamanashi-sama, ruler of the Blessing, taker of all things fit for you alone.
I bite at my lip; the tight feeling in my gut came up as expected. Whenever I stop to think of the man a sick feeling of diminishing came to my body, a feeling of pure lost and no way out surged in me; but never when I was face to face with him, not even the second time I met him.
Yamanashi-sama, why are you such force, but so reclusive to the world outside?
Yamanashi-sama, from those short meetings was bitter sounding; a broken male of the times with scars marking their intended pain upon his hands and all over chest. A sigh would come up with his sentences, but no one would take a note on the sullen way he would do that with his eyes trailing off in past memories. His eyes at the first meeting were bloodshot but calm in a manipulative way; I kept my guard up and nothing bad was done to me for the tense way I acted that chanced summer's eve. Though he off-handily sent me with a high ranked Watchmen just passing on a message to Yamanshi-sama and was on their was to the second in commander under the chief of sector 3, where I met Kagemusha-dono for a brief meeting that was led to misunderstandings to come, but ultimately meeting my Dono. Kagemusha-dono, was it fate I met you or was Yamanashi a part of that.
Why, Yamanashi-sama, why are you so far in person but so close in my nightmares.
I let my hands move away from my stomach, gripping at the opened flap of the jacket as the snow blows into it, my body chills at the touch of the crystalized water.
Why….
"-Are you alone in that golden cage of yours.." Words whispering out my lips taste dry forced out finally from my hoarse throat. They taste bitter, just you speak, and bits of vile things mixed beneath a texture of nails.
Just there shrieking out your words to nothing but faceless servants of yours, like you still have power; it's just fear that moves them, it's only the eyes of yours cutting like knife into their dreams do they listen to you. Only that, no ruler to lead on & no command from above, just fear.
Just as you found out so rudely by me that second time we graced one another with a private meeting.
One day,
One moment,
-but never the one to change that hollow space caving in on you.
A sway in my stance jerks me from my thoughts, my feet jitter; tingling to move from my locked position.
Ready to run from the danger, as I look up and the sky blacken to charcoal blackness, the trees breaking apart like smashed stones under a hammer's hit. The air thick, clustered to close together, with a smell of smoke but no hazy clouds surrounding the area.
So this is the end.
Upon a world of snowy mountains; glistering white mounds of frozen wonders to jump into, the smell of smoke to clog my throat up till I no longer breath in; even shallowly. A place so quiet, serene you can't bring yourself to cry at the lost of it; you know someday in the black cloak of death you'll come across this place again.
A place without tears,
A place you lose sight of the darkening horizon,
A place with no end or beginning.
Fall back, fall back, my dears. You all are becoming death's bride too soon. Let life be your true love, let life be there to take you far from the grasp of death's temptations.
Let life be with you, my dears.
Fall back, move from the graveside, a healthy hand shall take you away and bring back that rose colored flesh of yours.
So please, please. Fall back my dears. Death can wait but not life, jump for it now.
I smile, the dry taste gone from my mouth replaced with a soggy ash flavor.
Kagemusha-dono loved that poem, thought he despited it was original written by a Russian; who was a communist in fact. At first after I showed him the page he torn it in half, spitting into both my eyes told me to never come back there with words.
I should of ran, cried like a baby and waited out his foul mood at the work I brought him then, but I wasn't so obedient to do such things especially to the man who told me to become open to the world outside of my comfort.
I punched him in the jaw, my hand bled from chipping a tooth of his that bit down in surprise.
I never did get a removal done on my hand; just some stitches of the gash, so some of his tooth remains there even to this day.
At times it disgust me to have something as savage as teeth in me, but other days it's a piece of him with me forever and I have no regrets to that punch.
He read that poem the next day when I went to water his plants, he spoke aloud while I stood away, my back to him and a ridiculous smile on my face.
Kagemusha-dono I miss you so much.
What now, with my death in the ocean I can't change a thing for you all.
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The sky closes; shedding no more sunlight and the ash starts to fall in heavy clumps over top the snowy mountains. Fiery black scraps come down upon me still crackling, burn away into dust.
So will I, as well as the plane tumbling faster & faster into its watery prison. Thousands will scream, many will fight to get but find nothing but the water gushing in already. A few will hold onto one another asking for god's help, others will sit expressionless wetting the chair's cushion hoping to a better afterlife.
Drowning in a inclosed space turns a civilized human into a mindless monster, someone with no thought but getting of there and with no remorse to how they'll escape the sooner death for another, all alone and death within minutes rather than seconds if they calmed down to find the is no hope of escape, nothing will save you in water, nothing but accepting the death.
Sea water will pour in all around soon wrapping its way around till you have to keep swimming to stay afloat while the water rises up faster with the space being dragged further into the sea and your efforts to not die at its limit now.
Over the minutes with you swimming making your breath come in & out people will cling onto you pulling you under the surface making for them a mound of drowning bodies beneath them just to keep them a float a few seconds more than what you could of have instead.
Salty liquid flows into your mouth stinging your immature taste buds, a lurching feeling of puke comes up at the exotic taste. A moment begging to breath finally wins over the will to hold in the toxic carbon building up in your veins, the water gushes ripping past your small cavity and down into you.
The world will fizzle, blur to a mindless picture of nothingness and you'll be alive, barely. The blood in you coated in salt water, your heart pounding to keep from stopping, your legs and arms thrashing like a contorted creature of hell as the water finds it way into you.
Your lungs filling up to the brink of imploding on itself, the weak organ tissues shredding to pieces as you scream bubbles leaving your mouth and the heavy weight of water weighting down burning, burning and burning itself into your useless sack of flesh.
Maybe then you die, maybe you see what is happening beyond your body as a spirit about to fade into the sea as well, trapped and drowning for centuries to come of you.
There the ash stops.
The dust gone from burying me in it, dissolved like melting snow into the snow already upon the mountain top. The dark clouds still hang above me brewing something more.
The cold wind blowing dies down and a roaring echo begins; low mumbles of a yell proceeds building on one another as the sound multiples, two, three, more voices come fused together shrilled animalistic speech comes up a pitch to loud to stand up to.I fall bracing my ears for the sounds coming in from that dull roar to a louder, LOUDER booming racing up to me.
Oh god what is it!
Voices, voices, so many fucking voices come at me, yelling unrecognizable things into my ears, it hurts so much!
Banging, pounding sounds rattle my body, moving me, shoving me around in the dream, pulling me up and making me fall all over myself.
What is happening?
This is the crash the impact to the water surface, where my body will fall and come smashing down like an egg on concrete, splitting my head open with all the red and pink mush stuffed inside me. Bits of white fragmented bone will shine like small ancient stones under the flickering light spotlighting my dead body to only gods alone.
Mushy, chunks of fading pink brain matter will splatter like grounded meat across the walls accompanied by the massive bursts of blood not already leaking out my soon broken face, one that will resemble a shredded deer's carcass.
Flesh hanging like wet dough, my nose turned a crooked angle with small specks of brain caught on the ripped open cartilage.
Eyes punctured through by metal shards, the blood streaming down them both, bits of white muscle dropping off to the floor sliding off.
My mouth torn right down the middle, teeth obliterated and falling on the ground, while that blasted phone of mine lay crushed into my throat, still blinking.
"EVERYONE LISTEN!"
I choke, a scream in my throat at the voice hammering out over me and the snowy world shattered like glass falling away revealing what was really there.
I was still in the bathroom.
I was sill alive.
My eyes blink over many times the blur kept winning holding me to not see the details of the place, just to know I was here, I was really here, alive.
The smell of smoke came out over me, the smells of piss over powering the memory of the fresh scent.
What happened?
Shouldn't we be drowning, why not?
Unbelievable, we actually landed on land, how we were no where near land.
Was there a passing ship, a change of direction in the fall?
I should be dead. I should be dead. Why am I not dead now?
Was it all just a dream for me?
I hold my breath, the slamming of heart pounding for air but my body was shocked, so shitting scared and truly angry at my mind's cruel prank.
I move my eyes about, nothing wa-Was open in the bathroom, the door was shut-!
Oh holy!
This isn't a dream!
A large rod thing was pierced into door and through the bathroom, somehow as the blur wouldn't let up on my eyes, the rod turned directions like it was bent at a 90 degree angle. Kind of shaped out to be an 'L' with the bottom part over my body now, shadowing me.
I move, well try to that is, a feeling of weight suddenly lands on me, and the pain from before my dream rush forth in a choked scream, only a hiss of air coming out my strained neck.
Whatever it was, it hurt, badly as if I was pulling my fingernails off with pliers; slowly wiggling the metal claw over thee bent nails and little tugs at the flimsy bone and rip fast away with a bubble of blood dripping from the exposed pink flesh.
"EVERYONE LISTEN!"
Again I block my frighten scream gulping down the trapped air expanded in my throat and go silent as the blurry room rippled in my eyes and that voices shouted where no other voices came out like in my dream.
I struggled once more hoping to push off whatever held me in place but doing so torn open a wave of white lights flashing as I willed myself up not even sure I would move on command.
I came up with such a force in the blurry world I noticed nothing of the black thing stuck above, I crashed into that rod and hit back to the floor with a sound like a bomb exploding besides me.
The light dies away fading into that black nothingness as before and my body drifts off, no pain, no voice to hear at the moment.
"..ti-Tier-tired…I-I nee-need.."
I'm exhausted, my body shivers aching with a pain digging at my back, and my hands feel dry and covered with sand. I'll just rest for a bit and try again.
Just try again.
Yeah I'll do that.
When I-
Get back- get back-
Up again.
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Daylight
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On The Jungle Floor
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Lost, Lost, Rion-chan, Everyone?
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Senoku Akira lay, dead as it appeared, on the dirt beneath him. The jungle alive and stirring, chirping, croaking, chitterling sounds mumbling about the thick vegetations surround him and no one but him in the daylight.
A groan comes out his dry lips and his eyes flutter open with much resistance on the action alone.
"Aguhh!" A pattering pair of furry feet come up to Sengoku's face as he draws open his eyes, still dazing out into his blank memory.
"So, so, so ho-Hot, why'dya the h-Heeell is it sooo h-hot." More grumbled words come out and he pulls a hand to his face dragging it down with his facial muscles.
He stops his hand as it drags to his chin and he furrows his brow at what appeared to be a monkey staring curiously at him as well.
That is till it slams a padded foot to his nose and Akira jumps completely alarmed at the hit and what it was that hit him.
"What is this?" He scoots back trying to gain his bearings and the fright at the animal, as the animal hightailed it out into a wild looking palm leafed plant.
With shock fading Akira brushing off the dirt caked onto his face now a bit sweaty in his panic and looks back to where the animal ran off but drops open his mouth at the sight in front of him.
"WHERE AM I?"
Eyes gapping open, horrified and mystified in the same look as he scans around where the animal hopped away rustling up the low melody of the jungle.
Thick vines covered with moss hang low and weave up tracing the base of a clustered grouping of deranged and looking trees so robust in width they stood up like mansions in front of Akira.
Vivid colors of scarlet, lime, violet even gold paint the jungle all around him, the blue sky pinned above the far reaching tree tops with birds soaring all over it.
Fruit bearing natures hang high and low presenting lush orbs of juice filled delights.
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What was this place, a jungle out of nowhere, a place lost in the ocean between Japan and Guam?
Maybe only a pseudo paradise soon to be painted in the very willing hands of those unfortunate enough to fall back to earth rather than a watery grave where only minutes of torture would occur but now..
Now, now lives beyond the control of even the most powerful fists and wits could stop the fast approaching collision of horror pulling itself out from a hibernation long since trapped in.
The horror of humans, where eyes see nothing called mercy, where dictatorship seeds a fear deadly to even look at normally, where heart and love break the stone walls protecting a fragile long since broken wish.
Where being the hero comes to a be threat and hope, where you find hope being crushed and brought back from the brink of death, where chance and fate fuse as one and there is no certain future for anyone here.
"A JUNGLE?"
Akira bellows out aghast by the very sight he will not believe is actually here, the air quickly around him become too stifling for him, the world whirls and flickering shadow come out his mind trying effortless to scare him to death.
"This it-is ha-Happening, no way, N-no way!" He quivers trembling so much his knees buckle and he falls back to the ground with his eyes wide and glossy.
"..R-Rion.." The word slips out and the color comes back to his cheeks, he limply get up to fast to hold himself at first but starts off into the tree, pushing vines and clumps of dirt out of his path while he screams.
"RION! Rion! KOC-CHAN! Eiken!" He's flying off hollering into the jungle his voice panicking and booming out over the jungle sounds in the day.
He keeps going, shouting out everyone's name; even his dick headed schoolmate's names, running and running deeper into the entangling jungle.
Running,
Running,
Screaming out for anyone,
Anybody!
Why was no one calling back to him?
Akira kept going till the legs of his fell under him and he tumbles over gasping for air, straining to keep up with his pounding ribcage begging greedily for more, more and more air till he can't even see straight at the dense tree tops covering the wide open sky.
"Wh-wher-WHER-where is every-Every-everyone?"
He stares on, blank vacant eyes pondering on what of his situation, of the plane, of his friends, of Rion-chan & Kouhei-kun, and what the hell was that thing before he blackout.
Back in the plane a phantom like beak, a massive one, big as a truck, came crashing through when he tried finding Rion and found her running towards before the beak swooped in. Transparent but the outline of it came in separating the two from reuniting with each other and sent Rion backwards while Akira screamed out for before it vanished and he woke up here, in the jungle.
The plane had hit some kind of air pocket at first, making the entire cabin space jump abruptly with all the passengers crashing about ceiling and other people about them.
Akira had been hanging with some friends after Rion and Kouchei wandered off, being as they are so popular, with everybody in the classes. When the air pocket came he flew to the side crashing into the window seat while bodies dropped all over him burying him a claustrophobic space.
"Attention passengers, listen to the follow we've just experienced some unexpected turbulence, though we are not aware of anymore to come please Fasten your Seats and remain seated, don't stand or go to restrooms for the time being."
The flight attendant voice squeaks out the speaker but gains Akira attention even with been cramped between bodies tossed about him and the chairs beside him. With the the voice calming explaining what had just happened then the panic ceased, with the people limping back to their place calling out to one another in concern, and Akira able to breath again finding his buddies were stacked above him; they got a kick out of that for a second or two.
That's when it hit, the true danger seeping in from all sides and the screams grew louder.
"Attention, Attention passengers, please listen, Ther-there will a major storm coming. Fasten ALL seats now."
"Attention passengers Please go to your seats!"
Again the attendants spoke but even their own voices wouldn't reach as the plane keep bumping side to side distorting the message and people screaming as they rolled down the aisles, sparks suddenly fly out white hot pieces sprinkle out the now destroyed intercom system.
Akira stood as one of the guys spoke out saying something about Rion, he shoved pass trying to keep from falling over and called out her, and there rest is know by, but where the hell was he now?
How was he not injurged being as it seemed to of falling out of the plane , since he didn't see one anywhere even when running.
Where was everybody?
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October 4th, Day-time
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In The Locked Bathroom of The Airplane
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Tired, Lost & Where Was A Way Out?
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Dripping.
Drops.
Dripping drops of something liquidly.
Splash and a plop it went sounded out and awakening me.
Where am I?
Dripping water, maybe.
Maybe I'm bleeding.
I can't remember why I would be.
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Right, the plane. The plane went down, but not in the water, unless I'm sinking now.
Am I?
Plop, plop, plop, SPLASH!
I jump, somehow, even without seeing where I was or what I was doing to be laying down, I whack into something and fall back with a stinging in my eyes and thudding pain growing on my forehead.
What just happened again?
I groan aching at the vibration of my voice, so dry and scratchy now, I needed water.
I needed to move from this hard ground, stabbing small cuts into me, I needed to see, I need, I need, so much!
My arms felt tight, overworked and strained, like I was fighting for hours in this darkness. My legs tingle but I can't bend my knees, as a popping sound starts in my ears and my thighs tense up. My breaths coming out strong but then with the movement of my limbs does it shake and hurt to breath in but not out. My eyes blur then leave for the darkness just as the fuzzy picture starts to clear, pushing aside to see what was going on, to get out of here even.
Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, SPLASH, SPLASH!
More water comes down, louder now as the pain in my head subsides again and I lift myself; slowly this time painfully waving my arms about the space losing the gray colors and falling back to pitch black.
Am I paralyzed somewhat, maybe there is hemorrhaging in my eyes or in my brain, please god don't let it true!
My hands shake, I pull my hands close from the dark outside of me and clutch tighter the two gloved palms of mine holding my body's trembling core. I am not going to be doubtful on my condition, maybe this is just a bad injury, nothing a good old surgery can't fix again, or just my mind playing more tricks like usually.
Nothing is the matter, nothing could be wrong with me, never been better, I'm fine, totally fine now, death will make it go away, right Kagemusha-dono, I will be fine in death. Nothing is the matter with me.
Nothing at all.
I'm so tired, I need to rest again, but I got to get up now or I'll fall back down. I'm so tired, just a another moment before I- before I get up, yeah I'll sleep just a moment then I'll leave.
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"Hey, they got the RADIO, the RADIO works!"
I awake, my mouth drier than before, my eyes stinging with a fading blur on my eyes as it came hammering down at me like a freeze frame camera.
A voice came out happy and laughing while many other voice cried out with a joyous sound, it startled me but non the less awoke me, what was that sound, a radio?
Wait!
Light, bright and blinding lights!
Pushing aside the words mumbled out and pitching louder and louder I find myself just dawning on the light I'm see now.
I can see, I CAN SEE, I reach up my hands; they move but with a great deal of pain but not like before still I rub my eyes lids blinking wildly in the shock and even my throat begging for water I settle on just smiling at the relief.
Above me the wierd rod that I kept hitting was a, well certain this is a delusion. It was a massive piece of metal stabbed into the lavatory with red specks of drying blood, which I suppose as my own blood being as I hit it so hard before.
My god, I almost di- Wait why am I happy I didn't die? I know I'm supposed to die but I only want it by murder, really, by that man.
I cringe feeling a stab to my back and roll up with a tense slowness; several little stabs it feels like and I brush my hand back there and jolt back.
Shards, those little shards of glass stuck to my back pressing in like pebbles, god it hurt!
So I take my fingers pulling each shard, one by one. digging into my flesh tearing through the touch skin, letting the blood seep out with a small splash each time, over and over again till blood soaked the black leather gloves of mine.
Ping.
Ping.
Drip.
Ping.
Ping.
Drip.
Plng.
Ping.
I wish I could scream tear out the pain all together. Let death take over, but what then? What do I do then? Do I really just let myself die, alone in this place and without accomplishing anything?
Maybe I never planned to do anything but die when I came here to Guam, maybe all that there is for me is death in the Blessing, how would I live on with you all if I continued my work there, just how?
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"You Bastard, the RADIO doesn't work!"
I look up letting my eyes open and squint at the light twitching above as a voice came out loud from the cabin and running feet charged back and forth the plane space as it felt like to me. Growling voice came out lashing, cloth being tousled about with force and whispered panic start to rise.
What was happening, I place a hand to the wall, the other up to the metal rod and tried hoisting myself up, it didn't work only provoked pain in my back to flare up and I weakly fall back down as the shouting form outside escalates.
Dammit why has no one noticed I'm in here?
Then again with the rod stabbed through is it blocking the way or more curved and making it impossible to open unless power tools were involved, shit I must be trapped.
More shouts, cries of protest and things come out but again my mind grows wearier at this much work, how hard did I hit my head before, it's pounding now.
Then a shrilled voice comes out loud and clear in my ears and all goes quiet a second, just a second, for air filling the lungs and it all goes to hell.
"YO-you STAB-stabbed HIM!"
"Uwahhh, wE-WE'RE go-GONNA DIE!"
A flood of noises, barbaric sounds chilling to the core come out of the few shrieking voices and the pounding footsteps roar to life. While more, more and more screams of terror spring up.
Panic.
They are panicking, but who was stabbed? What about that radio?
Mass panicking among hundreds of people all kicking, biting, throwing, killing everyone inside the plane. Everyone trying to flee from the monsters awaked in those weak human hearts.
Aggression, violence and death were the rule out there.
Oh my god!
A thump came down at the door and a feminine cry came out as more voices lurking closer in laughed aloud with dirty, vulgar words in their sinister laughs. I knew what was happening, and gulped down the twitching fear crawling up at the disgusting banter while the door shook at each voices shoving and pushing while the woman cried out for help.
I couldn't help her, if I could I would do so, but with the door shut and entrapping me there wasn't much I could do for her.
I scream out, the dry hacking accompanying my feebly cry and I grab up at the rod using my other hand to hit at the door with a lazily throw. I felt so tired just doing this.
Rape.
Gang-banging this woman amongst the chaos going, the sins being done within a flick of an eye, what had happened out there, why was this happening, we already crashed so why are we killing each other now!
I try to put the effort into my arm, try to keep my voice higher than a cracked whisper, just trying to help whomever it was beyond the door, but I'm so tired.
I fall back down huffing trying to catch my breath as the vulgar voices continue on before a sickening crunching sound comes out of no where and the voices scream out. Another sound like a truck crashing into a wall comes out and the woman's screaming against before gasping out and the shadows below the down fade away.
"Th-Thank y-You, Yarai-kun.."
Yarai-kun, was that who help the woman out, I daze out with my vision doubling on me and pull myself back up before the voices of the woman whoever that, Yarai, guy was disappear.
Sounds start to fade but then so does my sight tunneling into a narrow passage of the door rattling and being hit upon, voices distorted out with bloodcurdling rage before it falls away and I'm hitting the ground with a thud and I sigh out.
Hell has come upon me, but I can't get up, can't express the fright screaming out in my heart, I can't stop another human from raping a helpless one as I'm trapped in here.
Someone soon will open the door, find me here to either kill me or see me already dead. I'm trapped, trapped, trapped, in a cage just as Yamanashi-sama has always been in, so this what it's like, to be trapped with thousands of a mad looking humans beating against it and you can't do nothing but scream, if you are able to do so still.
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The next moment I awake there is nothing.
Thrashing bodies were gone, nothing screaming out vile hate or slamming down the door, nothing was being killed.
Nothing, but the faint sobbing floating about the air, so far away from me now.
My eyes double as I bring myself to a crouch, knees shake a little still weak from not being used for so long. Again the sob comes out, a bittersweet sound among all the silence, so very Creepy. With my back stretching up as I reach for the rod, the great deal of discomfort comes back at me.
"He-hello.." I breath out wincing at the cracking in my voice but nothing comes to response just the same sobbing but it seem to grow, louder now but in and out it went in my ears.
My hand presses onto the door, a creaking sound came out of my efforts and rod was pushed back into the hole but then stop half way jolting to a stand still. I sigh letting go of the rod and fall back down, but manage to hold myself from not crash down on my injured back.
Dammit, how the hell I'm getting out here. The door's physical jammed with a big ass rod through it, my body's lacking any or all strength to even stand up; seeing as I can't feel parts of my legs at the moment, and I might be faced with killer-psychopaths once leaving this room; this safe place without the screams and madness as it was before.
Had there been people killed, were they asleep somewhere, or did they all died in the panic?
I shake the thought, what was I thinking at this moment, all that matter was getting out the rest would come with instinct when needed.
I fill my lungs bracing for the pain at getting up, my hands clasps the bar and I spring my feet upwards swing me up a little to fast as I take a hit to the chest, but I stay standing.
A new feeling came up from my knees, fiery and painful, but they were working still holding me as I hands clasp still begging not to be falling again.
I look around; half the bathroom was scorched black with the wallpaper peeling off and burnt away to reveal the pipelines, electrical wires, and small punctures filled in with shards of metal and such. The other half had stayed intact, beside the random rod shoved through, the walls still lined with interior walling were layer with fine gray ash and something crystal like, probably glass like what was in my back before.
I shiver at the thought, the sounds of it smashing and dropping bits of it, I hate so much, make me cringe so much I press up to my spine.
Really nothing else in here was new to see, a destroyed lavatory, check, and the smashed phone in the wall, check again, so how the hell get out now.
Again the crying floated over the silence; maybe that person could help me. I bang at the door a few times and over that a gasp echoed after a hit or two but no thing came after that.
"G-GOO AWWAY FROM ME!" I jump back smacking against the eroded wall at the shriek, what the shit I banged against the wall I wasn't going to attack I was trapped in here.
I wish I could speak but the burn hadn't left, but as it seem we both would be here a while, trapped, where ever we are, so I had time to spare, alone with only the sobbing to confirm me in not being alone.
End of Chapter Two: Fall Back My Dears
Next: Chapter Three: Blazing Carnage