I know this is coming out with such a low word count and doesn't finish the 3rd manga up but I want to continue this story still, just in time I will post out more as I can again. I miss this story so much.
Chapter 9 Poisoned Fools
Unknown Hour-Unknown Day
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Current Location: Caves
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Too Lost to Feel It
The thudding, the skipping pressure awakens my senses.
I am in a great deal of agony.
The cold eating at my flesh. The dark spots flickering all around my sight. The low whimpering coming from my own lips as I breathe.
Please just let me rest in this grave a little while longer.
I have let so many regrets drown me, so many impulses take me further into a hell of my own making.
So many decisions that make breathing a painful stab every single time I continue to live.
I just want to go back.
Back to the place where my life began to rot and take it all away for good this time. Life is confusing, everyone sees the world differently and expects far too much from invisible faiths.
What is this world, donno?
I wasn't aware of this or any of this free will, a thing people seem to toss about.
"Hey batgirl, what happened to you?"
A mumbled voice speaks. I flutter open my eyes to see red droplets falling down from an outreaching hand. The dark, flickering figure match in time with the red plopping off the hand. The red beads puddled onto the stone, returning to the earth.
"Hey batgirl, what happened to you?" Again the muttered voice distracts my sight from the blood. I crane my neck and see him.
Brown eyes, beaten with several blooming bruises upon his body is kneeling before me.
I can't speak. I know I have to react to this with surprise and recognize the small flickering hope he has put back into my suicidal mind. But, I can't do it. I feel everything all at once and just drop my head to the cold ground to avoid all the outcomes. It fucking hurts. Already my head starts oozing and Brown eyes drag me up with wet hands.
I avoid his eyes and see his hands aren't wet with sweat or rainwater but soaked by the smell of iron and earthy grime.
He isn't hurt but someone else is or was. I look up and sag into the cold grip.
Rotted out sockets hold clinging bits of squirming muscle still probing about for sight.
A voice cracked and coughing up blood between words repeats back to me.
"He-b-rl, w-hped t-u?" Again the slimy grip digs into me pulling apart my lungs and mind as this ungodly sight of my mind torments me with a decaying figure of Brown eyes.
His greasy bangs have been ripped up by rushed hands, frayed, and bristled all the hair strands left jutted upward in alarm. His scalp is flopped down his back and catching droplets of brain crumbling out the back of his head.
The words do not pass his lips given his jaw all of sudden detaches like a spring-loaded door. It swings roughly, pulling the skin almost off his face but rips off the flesh of his chin instead. I catch the blood in my mouth and my world turns downward with a horrible sensation coming forth from my lungs.
Make it all stop
I gasp out.
Bitter, bitter, bitter taste soils my tongue.
Vomit is in my mouth, I turn and spew it out. Hot and burning liquid dribbles out my quivering lips.
My arms hurt and my stomach is churning. I can't see beyond the expelled fluid or hear anything but ringing and his voice dying.
No more of these sights. I shut my eyes and I drag up an arm to roll away from the puddle. I feel my arm is wet and see its red all the way up to the shoulder. Must of cut it open.
I look to my left and see its purple with no feeling as I twitch a finger. I am very fucked up.
So I shut my eyes and let horror and dread take me down again.
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Morning Unknown Day
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Current Location: Jungle
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Too Lost to Dream
An alarming scramble of footsteps rushes forward as Akira just began to enjoy this single moment of peace and safety.
"Who is that?"
"Get them off me."
"So loud for nothing."
"Better get ready."
Several of the group assembled towards the outcry and held hopes it wasn't a creature attacking.
All together they met with a miraculous surprise.
"Sensei!"
The shine of glasses from a tiny formed lady twisting about towards Sengoku's group.
Strange mice-like creatures leaped on and off her head and back as she distressed their frenzied dance on her.
Sengoku lights up with a grin stretching so wide it hurts but this was a miracle. Kurusu-Sensei, so tiny and caring had been safe from death and injury thus far. Everyone ran forward to her, shoo'ing off the pesky little things away.
Though Mariya just stared, already scanning over the hill for the four distance shadows swaggering down after Kurusu-Sensei. His guard was up if this was a ploy for a devilish trap but really what could sensei have done on her own without others.
"Little sensei wait up! Tsk, hella tired of chasin' after her, man."
He eases up a little but continues to watch the four come closer to alert Sengoku if this does turn into a trap. His skin pales as the flash of blond hair gleams the sunlight and grey eyes pass over the group's members with indifference.
Yarai Kouichi, age 14, blood type B, 3rd year of class 4 and the most dangerous person to be near when a confrontation arose especially on this island and everyone's panicked reactions. Those stone eyes just observe without any tell he was seeing them as human but things in his way, it sent a shiver down his spine and made him cast a look over to Sengoku. Who as well wore a weary expression at the approaching group.
With all persons accounted for and standing before one another, it's clear how uncomfortable and threatened the group feels about meeting the worse cases of student delinquency and a doe-eyed teacher thinking she had some reign of control over them. No amount of strength in Mariya could support Kazuma and Sengoku from an attack by all three of Yarai's gang members or even just himself. Back in Guam, he demonstrated his wild strength on full-bodied adults well trained for threats and yet he took them down without struggle or back up, he is a monster among humans.
A hand raises up, Maryia's eye widens at the confident gesture of Sengoku and yet Yarai, without even acknowledgment or sight of him, brushes pass.
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The stale breeze is felt across his skin and open jacket, the impact it has on Sengoku, as all his friends and trusted companions, watch the scene and shift in the tension between the opposing leaders of their working groups.
Dissed!?
I'm not even in his line of sight.
Yarai and his boys beat them to the cave opening and already the three delinquents began to encroach, bags opened, food devoured like they hadn't eaten and worse of embarrassing the girls with displaying the garments and lewd suggestions. Saji stands beside Sengoku but barely reply to their demands for more food and aggression to the girls' things.
"That's Enough!" Sengoku may be at the disadvantage in size but dammit they don't get to run all over them and make this any more stressful for the group, Rion is still recovering.
With the vice grip to Ono's arm, Sengoku peers over at Yarai, worrying if this action will start a fight between them, but he just sits there in the bed of leaves without a look at his member's predicament. All too soon Sengoku is shoved to the cave wall with a slam by Ono and shadowed over by Itoh.
"S-Stop it, both of you!" Kurusu dashes forward hoping to disengage the trio, yet is flung back by Itoh as Ono takes Sengoku by the throat. A boiling rage marking his face and strength upon the tender flesh.
"Hey."
The strength and rage are gone from Ono, a fear appears on all three delinquents and Yarai's pale eyes lookout pass them to no one in particular.
"Grub.."
In unison, they respond like servants and fetch handfuls of fruits to present to him quickly and carefully.
Sengoku held up by Rion's grasp, is a little offset by the sudden change and presence Yarai commanded, even a little jealous and frighten at what could possibly make him so damn special.
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Night Unknown Day
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Current Location: Throne
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His Dark Reign Began
As we all have entered the other world now. I thank the many fallen for their blood sacrifices to my Earth and my kingdom.
So much life has been shed for me and their passage towards me. With my hands outstretched before this illuminated night, I see all, feel all, become all with each and every last one of them.
I became both prey and predator to Akira Sengoku upon that cliffside and as I struck his unguarded form. I watch over him, the unseen potential he has set into motion through bonds and human nature forming rifts in all the people around him on this island.
Kouhei Arita, to start with, has already fallen from his perfect pedestal and set in motion a plan of my own making, what choice will a cowardice killer make in a few more days? What will Akira see of his dear friend once faced with the transparent shell of Kouhei now that the island has infected him deeply?
Lips curl and my breathing turns frantic, my world, my brothers have cast me out to the underworld, yet this is the true Eden and I'm god above them all now. Everything is life's way of finding its true self again, none of those pressures, traditions or expectations to move them, just desire and want now guide us.
My ax feels heavy in my hands, the grip is worn down from my feverish twisting and I hear those footsteps approach me once again.
"Should I write the same thing or something else?"
I smirk and she obliges me once again in this game.
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Past Noon Unknown Day
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Current Location: The Shallow Ditch
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Some Evil Festers
The ground sinks between bruised hands as the downed figure try to make their voice be heard, but it's just a muffled groan and they taste the dirt. It's pure compared to the sin drooling out their lips and eyes shut again. The sun overhead once again, the simmering heat felt by those open lacerations as the breeze sweeps in but sweat trickles down tattered garments pooling behind the body's failing form.
Breathing, thinking and surviving are between their reach yet out of reach as the pain throbs and they remember what occurred. The curdling scream echoed the open field, setting flight to every skittish lifeform for miles and leaving their body to suffer slowly in quiet.
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Devil's Hour Unknown Day
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Current Location: Open Field
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Your Radiant Light Is My Torture
Hikari!?
Before Kouhei's eyes as he pushed back the jungle plants and stepped forward to the shadowy figure hunched over the crime scene that had been his growing nightmare the past few days he noted the jet black hair and small frame hurriedly drawing at the dirt floor.
No, it can't be her. It can't be the timid one who went out of her way to cheer him, girlish yet bold enough to take a picture for herself of his charming form on the beach. It can't be Hikari, that would be cruel, monstrous, why even try to make him smile when she knows it all is a lie.
His hands latch onto her mouth, her body is so little, why the fuck would she challenge him like this, she knew he would find out, why waste three days of this, she's gotta shut up. Her body lifts and jerks about but the surprised yelp is muffled, hot on his hand and he can hear the pilot's dying breath, see his eyes go dark before him all over again. What's important is to shut her up now!
ShutUpShutUShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUpShutUp!
Nothing else matters, how else is he going to get back to his life and his friends, his reputation is at risk, he'll be lost if this is known. Her throat constricts, feels hot to his grip and her legs kick out weakly now.
Just growls, creaks and hush sounds of death ring in his ears as she drops all fight from her body. Slacken shoulders, neck slumped into his chokehold, pale legs gleaming in the night's light expose her shameful fluid spewing out her dysfunctioning body and lastly, her voice resounds once more as her soul departs this hell with a weak rattle.
He places her down to the dirt, still gripping her flesh, her soft pale skin now red and splotchy under his nails.
He made her bleed and feel so much pain before dying. He looks over her tiny form and her eyes are glazed over, she may have sadness in them but all he can see is his twisted face distorted in them.
Locking his arms around her body he hoists her up out of her filth and backpedals into the thickening jungle scene.
"G-Gotta get rid..of her body before everyone starts waking up!" Gripping Hikari's shoulders he can hear them bending wrong and resisting the change, the violent urge to puke coming up in waves but continues the task.
"I saw it all.." From beyond his sight in the misted darkness of the jungle, he heard a horrible grating voice speak up. His heart dropped and his grip sagged from the body causing it to smack down onto the ground, yet he whipped his head wildly around looking everywhere then grab the body and run.
Those words, those chaotic words, those words Hikari kept writing for him, now who knew the truth. Kouhei kept turning and flipping back to catch the person's face and then he spotted the shadow just watching him, and the vacant eyed mask.
"I'm Hades, lord of the underworld...and you just murdered again." The mask man chuckles and Kouhei lunged towards him, though a knife plunges down at his feet by the time he takes a single leap forward.
That knife.
Struck right in the ground was the same knife he had stabbed the pilot with, even the handle was stained in a brownish tint. He looks back at the person and feels his legs tremble by the eyes
"Poor thing was being used me, that's all and she thought she was keeping you safe by following my orders, her last breaths must have been so confusing and painful for her." Again that grating voice speaks and Kouhei can't hold back the filth screaming inside himself.
"Don't tell me..." Through the surging foul coming up and realization of his actions Hades keeps speaking and coming closer to him.
"Don't tell me..." Kouhei grips his face, seething at horror and sees Hikari's form beside him, lifeless, broken and hollowed eyed. The images of his friends staring him down and fear in their eyes flash about his thoughts, Akira's smile morphing into rage, and Rion's eyes filling with tears as it collapses into screaming at him for his actions.
"You killed an absolutely innocent girl, Kouhei."
"No! No, no no, no!" His voice breaks and comes out shaky with the knowledge he was done for, who ever this is, how they know, he was done for.
"I had to shut her up!" He pleads, pulling at the ground trying the get up and run, but the strength to do anything but beg wouldn't save him from this monster and his sins.
I'm not evil!
I'm not!
I'm...
I...
No!
"..relax, I'm not telling anyone."
"Huh?" Kouhei goes wide-eyed as his spiraling thought get interrupted by the causal words and Hades picking up the knife before his eyes. He flicks it back into the handle and turns away to pick up something he left in the grass and lifts up a rock axe. Then slowly turning he juts the axe point to Kouhei and points beside him to her body.
"It's her fault anyways, Shoulda gone to you first about all my demands if she cared so damn much about you, superman." Once more that grating voice using that nickname Kouhei gives him a mean look yet couldn't muster facing him upright still. He is just a murdering bastard anyways.
"No one would ever be suspicious of you." Hades oozes the words, loving the twisting emotions upon Kouhei's face and his trembling figure. Even he knew there were only two paths breaking off from this moment, paths breaking into the simplest ones, only two with no good ones left for either to go back on.
A small sounds starts in Kouhei and feels he is laughing, Hades lowers the axe and turns away without another word. He vanishes into the mist and underbrush as the sun starts to peek out above the world of darkness.
"Even if Hikari wanted to come to me, she saw I was in a tight spot, she couldn't burden me further." His laugh mixes between the words and he knows he is dripping saliva and puke down his clothes, at least it will draw away from the urine stains from his own disgusting body and Hikari's. A fucking coward, a murderer and a liar, he should of been killed right now by Hades.
"Then if this is how it will go then there is only one choice...that's right I can't go backwards..." Again the laughs turn to howls and his fingers are deep into the dirt scraping away the evidence.
He looks up to where Hades walked off and resolves this path.
He has to forge on and see things through to the end. No matter the measures he has to take to get back to his happy school life.
From beyond the darkening forest, Hades sees as Kouhei pulls up the stupid girl's body into the tall grass and the climatic laughter. He smirks beneath the mask and sees all the string coming together for his world to be full formed.
Seeking out death is life's slippery slope. Kouhei now must choose, shall he become the fool thinking he's superman still or a madman who is fit for his plans.
Thank you, Hikari for another beautiful sacrifice towards this hell in Eden.
Next up: Chapter 10- Mournful Satisfaction