Morning Hope Academy's New Semester of Killing

by The Celestial Sky Dragon

Despair has spread across the world. While Class 78 sealed themselves inside Hope's Peak Academy, 40 others did the same in America. Now Morning Hope Academy has become the stage of the newest Killing Game. Jon and Mei will have to decide between Truth, Ideals, and Lies to save Morning Hope Academy's 24th Class. Will they succeed? Or will Despair Win Once More? [Partial SYOC Story]

12. Chapter 1 Act 4: Broken Trust

A/N:

Hello beautiful people and welcome to this Halloween update. I wasn't going to update today, but hell after the last chapter I'm sure you were curious to see the aftermath. Thanks for not tearing me a new asshole by the way, I appreciate that. I know it was hard to do what I did...but I did it for a reason, aside from giving Crit an aneurysm. I felt that I had to start things off with a bang. I mean we all know the V3 character, we know their lives, their ticks and their back stories. So I have no qualms with offing them. Now this isn't an excuse to kill them before I start offing OC's, trust me anyone can go at any moment. I'm just saying, when we have so many characters, I had to pick someone. Well...someone picked for me but thats beside the point.

This chapter will explore the aftermath from Mei and Jon's points of view. It should be interesting to see their thoughts after what happened. Also, do you guys like chapters in 1st P.O.V? would you like me to do more of these throughout the story? I usually write in 3rd point of view, but I wanna try something new. Something that I normally don't write, since it's been years since I have written in 1st P.o.V. So if you enjoy them, let me know and I'll be sure to write more, not just from Mei and Jon's perspectives, but also from other characters, perhaps a certain Nutty Princess, though I am struggling to convey an English character, I know I want to portray her well enough, but I feel her speech doesn't match up to what I want. It is what it is I guess.

Anyway, since last chapter was a Gut Wrenching One, this chapter is going to be a Mind Fucking one. Stay tuned while this story fucks your mind with its sizable girth, as we prepare to delve deeper into Morning Hope Academy. Worry not, we aren't going to run out of dick any time soon, as the ass fucking will continue the further we dive into this hellhole. So, do enjoy and have yourselves, a Happy Halloween!

Also, I currently have a poll up to vote for the next motive. I'm gonna take it down in 2 days so if you haven't voted this is your chance! I've got some pretty interesting choices. So I hope you are all encouraged to vote!

Spooky Scary Skeletons!

Morning Hope Academy's

New Semester of Killing

Chapter 1 Act 4

Broken Trust

(Daily Life: Day Two)

(Mei-Ling's P.O.V)

As soon as everyone left the Trial Room elevator, they all headed their separate ways. All I could feel was the daggers everyone was giving me. It was as if I was some insect that needed to be squashed quickly. No one was saying a single word, too stunned after what had happened. Kaede was sniffling as she walked, clutching onto Shuichi's hat, the only thing left of the Ultimate Detective. He was innocent, yet Monokuma killed him regardless. It was safe to say that we weren't going to be the same after this. Already we had lost three students, leaving only 37 of us.

I didn't know how long it had been...but all I did was sit at the base of the Maple Tree. I was resting against the black fence, separating the tree from the tile floor. There were four granite benches around it, for people to sit. I was just looking at the entrance hall, the blast proof doors staring back at me. They were begging me to go there, to try and open them. For a brief moment, temptation washed over me. That is until I saw the turrets sweeping back and forth. I felt something warm splash against the back of my hand. It took me a second to realize what it was.

I was crying. It was a silent crying, the tears just flowing out of me. I don't know how long I had been crying. I don't even remember when I started. But everything was starting to catch up to me. Being trapped in here, watching Kevin die, and now Gonta and Shuichi. Why are we trapped here? Why are we being forced to endure such cruelty?

The mastermind behind this was an enigma. Why were they planning this? Take it this far...what is the purpose of Morning Hope Academy? The dome, the plates...everything? Why are we here?

These questions all shot around my head, begging to be answered. Sadly I didn't have enough of an understanding of this to know. This was just someone's sick game, and by what Anaji's mother had said, it wasn't the first one. Something had happened in Hope's Peak Academy. Was this the reason Class 79B was sent here? Did something happen there that forced the ones within to...kill each other? Then there was the Simulation that Monokuma had mentioned. Alas, I doubt I would find these answers this early on. It was still day two...crazy how only a few hours had passed, and tragedy had already struck. It reminds me of Futility.

It was an odd book that I picked up once. It didn't have to do with Folklore at all, yet I found it so intriguing. It was a story written about the largest ship in the world, named Titan. It was a three screw, steam powered vessel with four funnels. On the night of its maiden voyage, it struck a iceberg and foundered. Only a quarter of its passengers survived due to the lack of life boats. Everyone dismissed it as a work of fiction, until April 14th1912, when the Titanic struck and Iceberg and sunk. It was so peculiar...how a book predicted something years before it actually happened. Both ships were the largest in the world, both sunk via iceberg, and both suffered heavy loss of life. Could it be that Hope's Peak Academy foretold what is happening here now? Could it be that this was predicted somewhere? A book perhaps?

The only reason I think about this is because it's all so meticulous. This can't happen in real life. Not how its designed, only in fantasy would a two toned bear, allow teenagers to kill each other. All for the sake of despair...and yet...I couldn't dismiss it as mere fantasy. This was reality after all...and I like to think myself as a pragmatic individual. Truthful in everything I do...despite me researching folklore. It's odd...I research Fairy Tales, mere fantasy and yet search for the truth. I sighed, sniffling a bit as I wiped my tears away. I was no longer crying, but I could still feel the moisture on my cheeks. I heard footsteps behind me, and looked up, meeting the gaze of the Ultimate Lepidopterologist. I frowned, glancing away from him.

"What do you want? Here to call me a bitch for keeping the phone hidden?"

"No...I'd like to apologize. I know I act hard...but come on...we were all on the line. I'm not sorry for the stuff I said, but I'm sorry if I hurt you with my words." he replied firmly.

"Sounds like a half decent apology to me."

"Would you just accept it Mushu? Jeez, here I am trying my hardest to apologize, and you're being a bitch about it." he cried out. I let out an annoyed growl, forcing myself to my feet, standing tall and proud, despite being short.

"If you force your petty words onto a person, then that isn't an apology. You have to mean what you say, if not then don't even bother. Besides I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. You threw Carla under the bus when you knew she was innocent!" I cried, causing the boy to look away.

"Tch...I did what any sensible person would do. She's a prankster, and traps are used to set up pranks. Forgive me if I thought for a second that she was guilty. We couldn't move forward."

"So you made her be a scapegoat? You have no shame do you?"

"You're giving me shit? For what? You're the one that didn't tell us about the phone. Setsuko had a decent plan, her blog is read by thousands of people. Myself included, she has a cult following, they could have worked to free us!" Chris cried out.

"A five minute phone call isn't worth the death of one of our friends! Didn't you see what they did to Anaji's mom? She's dead because he wanted to use that phone call. You reap what you sow Christopher, no one is safe, not even our loved ones. We are at the mercy of the Mastermind, that is the truth. And you have to get used to it!"

"So...you've accepted your fate then? That there's no way out of here?" the boy asked curiously, arms crossed over his chest.

"I haven't accepted anything. There is a way out of here, and I'm afraid it's going to require more blood. But mark my words, I will not fall to despair. I will continue believing in hope, and I will find a way out of here. You can either help me, or not. Just remember, at any moment any one can be sacrificed, I'll pray that it isn't you." I said firmly, spinning around.

"Mushu, don't just leave."

I stopped in my tracks, my fists shaking in my anger. I looked over my shoulder, every single ounce of anger flowing through my body. He shuddered a bit, most likely in fear of me. I panted a bit, teeth grit so hard I swore one of them was going to break. I just stared for a moment, before finally delivering my message to him.

"My name is Fa Mei-Ling daughter of Fa Zhou. You will address me as such, or not at all. Do not anger me, because you do not know of what I am capable of. I know enough folklore to give you nightmares for years, and I will make your life a living hell. Are we clear?"

"Tch...whatever, with friends like you who needs enemies?" the Ultimate Lepidopterologist asked, heading toward the cafeteria. I sighed, watching him go. I shook my head, a frown replacing my anger.

"Chris...I don't know why you are the way you are...but I pray you cease your behavior. This is only going to get worse for you."

(Jonathan's P.O.V.)

I didn't know how to feel...I was just numb. How could I have done that? Pull that lever...sentence Shuichi to die. That entire trial was gut wrenching, I never knew someone would be subjected to so much in so little time. We had been gone for two hours, that was it. The investigation itself was merely 50 minutes compared to the 2 hours we spent in the Class Trial Court Room. It was just shy of noon, and everyone was in the cafeteria, eating a belated breakfast, now lunch. I was just sitting there, staring at my plate, I hadn't touched a single bit of food. I wasn't hungry...and it honestly bothered me how some people were calmly eating. Kokichi was enjoying his food, as if he was being served Five Star Meal. It was honestly the most disgusting thing I had felt all day.

I had been sitting by myself, that is until Veruca found herself sitting across from me. She hadn't said anything. She didn't need too, she just placed her hand on mine, gave me a reassuring smile, and silently ate her meal. It didn't take long for Tsubaki and Kaikane to find themselves with me, followed by Carla. Hell even Jill was sitting by me, having told me that she doesn't blame me for what happened. A few others were missing, namely Anaji who was probably grieving over the loss of his mother. Mei-Ling, most likely guilty for keeping the phone to herself. What honestly angered me was how Angie was in the room, acting all merry and like nothing happened. Harrison was in the room as well, sitting by himself, working on what looked to be a bracelet of some sort. I still didn't know what was going on with him, but his fascination with blood has me quite concerned.

Regardless of that, I couldn't bare to face Kaede. She was sitting at our table as well, not having bothered to take any food for herself. She was still sniffling and clutching onto Shuichi's hat. It was clear that those two had become fast friends. I felt guilty, because me pulling the lever lead to the death of an innocent. But it was a surprise to see someone care so much about a stranger. I remembered our lapse in memory and started thinking...

What if we weren't strangers? What if at one point, we were all friends?

I felt a sick choking feeling in my throat. Even my actions had betrayed me. I had vaulted over my stand in an effort to save Shuichi. It was more involuntary than anything. It isn't often that you end up in that state...fight or flight as they call it. You move on instinct, whether you fight, or you run, flight. I had chosen to fight, but my his hand slipped through my finger tips. It was still in my mind...I could see him, being shot...being frozen...being crushed. I would never be able to forget something so horrible. I know Gonta was spared that at least, but even then...his death made my heart hurt. He looked like an innocent young man, he was tricked. Tricked by Harrison, Anaji and Angie. It's clear that those three are people we should keep an eye on. But I know if I voice my opinions, people would just shut me down.

"Hey Jon?"

I looked to my left, seeing the vibrant eyes of the Ultimate Pianist staring back at me. She brushed away a lone tear, her eyes puffy and red from crying. I sat up a bit, fixing my posture from the slouch I had been in.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Shuichi was looking forward to that concert...I know you might not be up for it but. Do you think we could still host it? For him?" she asked. Normally, I wouldn't consider something like that...but if Shuichi had been looking forward to it.

"Sure...we can do it for him. But not today...I gotta deal with some stuff." he said.

"I know...I'm not up for it either, but I'm definitely going to work hard to prepare for it."

"Hey, I'll help too. I didn't know Saihara that much, but if it means he gets to rest easy, I'll help in any way I can." Kaikane said.

"Oh...I'll sing too, I think I have a decent voice. Is that okay Jon?" Tsubaki asked.

"Of course...I'd love to hear the last of that pirate shanty, if you don't mind." I said, sounding a bit better. I was normally an optimistic person, despite me being sad and guilty, I knew I had to be happy for them.

"Which one? She knows like three of them. Our grandfather taught us some, he was in the Navy you know? He fought in World War II." Kaikane said.

"Did he?" Veruca asked curiously.

"Yup, he was in Pearl Harbor when...oh...maybe I shouldn't talk about that." he said, glancing at Kaede, who just frowned.

"It's okay Kai...what happened, happened. I know Japan did something terrible to America. It was all pointless war I think, we shouldn't focus on the past." she said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Anyway, the song that I sung for him was the Song of the Sea. The one Calypso sings to Davy Jones." Tsubaki said.

"Oh...I love that one. You always sung it to me when I was scared." the Ultimate Surfer said, finishing the last of his pasta.

"Man, you totally went in with that food. You want any more? There's plenty left." Jill said, earning a sheepish smile from the boy.

"What can I say, Kirumi's cooking is amazing."

"Actually, I made the pasta. Thanks for your praise." Jill said with a wink, taking a hold of his empty plate. She briefly passed by Kirumi as she headed to the kitchen. The Ultimate Maid brought a platter of drinks to them, silently excusing herself before continuing to bring drinks to everyone else.

"Thanks for refilling my juice Kirumi! Everything you brought me was absolutely delicious!" Kokichi said happily.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it then."

"Nee-hee-hee...shame that Gonta couldn't join us. I'm sure he would have loved it too. Poor Shuichi, he missed out on the quiche, heard that was his favorite."

"Seriously man?" Kaito snapped, glaring at the violet haired lad.

"I'm not saying anything...I'm just expressing my sadness. We lost two of our friends today. I just wanted to share a meal with them, at least once." he said, feigning sadness.

"You sicken me. How can you sit there and relish in the despair of those around you? While you live contently with a lie?" Setsuko cried, standing up as she glared at the boy.

"Relish? I didn't see that in the condiment bar."

"Cheeky little shit." Veruca muttered dryly, finishing the last of her food. She was trying to contain her anger, at least that's what her eyes were telling me. I was sure Kokichi was close to getting his nuts cracked.

"Well, Shuichi would still be here if Jon hadn't pulled the lever. I mean, Angie planned it all right? We could have all held a vote and cast her out." Nick said.

"Angie did nothing wrong. She was just trying to appease Atua, sometimes it hurts. But in order for his divine light to protect us, certain conditions must be met." she said, a grin on her face.

"How can you sit there and say that with a smile?" Kaede shouted angrily at the artist.

"I have stated this before you Heretic! We will not have your false god in the halls of this institution. The United States of America was founded a Nation Under God! I will not have your false idol stain these halls with blood!" Lee shouted.

"Oh...I'm sorry if you are so close minded. I will pray for you tonight." Angie said, looking a bit disappointed.

"You disgust me. How can you plan all of this, sit back and watch the fireworks? Do you not care about what the others are going through? You bitch!" Miu cried angrily.

"I hate to agree with you plebs, but what you did was wrong. I may be a bitch, but a Queen has to protect her subjects. If she doesn't then she'll have less servants to serve her!"

"Wow...and I had honestly thought you were going to say something genuine. You are such a conceited cunt." Veruca said, taking a sip of her wine. I was honestly surprised that she was even drinking that, most likely due to what was happening. It wasn't exactly a bad idea.

"Students please...perhaps we shouldn't continue this. We've been dealt a heavy blow by our captor. Maybe we should just let this be."

"Oh shut up Dan...you think you're safe from this? You could have potentially saved Gonta's life. Or hell even turn in the people who fucking did it! Because of you, this investigation lead to the death of an innocent man. It should have been you who died!" Gabriella cried angrily. I was surprised, she usually spoke like a pirate, but hearing her normal voice astounded me. It showed me just how serious she was, especially if she wanted to drop her normal speech pattern. I sighed, shaking my head as I stood up, looking at everyone gathered there.

"Look...I'm not gonna stand here and preach or some shit. What happened sucks...it sucks a lot. But we have to remain positive and move on. We have to live for the ones we have lost, even if we've lost them. I didn't know Shuichi or Gonta, but I'm sure if two people died in their place, they would move forward. We should all do what Gonta wanted to do, become friends. Only then will we have less of a reason to kill each other. If we remain strangers, that just opens the possibilities of..."

"Oh shut up...you said you don't want to preach, yet look at what you are doing." Nick said, cutting the boy off.

"Mind controlling your dog Cara? I think he needs a good tug on his leash." I said, eyes widening a bit. I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth, gritting my teeth.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"Likely story...you know I still think you're the mastermind. No one dresses in Monochrome because they believe music is Black and White. That's a pretty stupid ideal. Hell I bet you don't even enjoy song writing, you do it for the money don't you?" the Ultimate Craftsman said, a smirk on his face.

"You listen here, my songs are a work of art. I pour my emotions out in every song I write. Every single melody, every single tune, every chorus, every stanza, every bar. Everything that I write has my soul in it. I have never used my talent for the money, I don't even care for it. So don't you dare insult me, because I'm not insulting you."

"You called him a dog not that long ago...I'm sure that counts for an insult." Kokichi said, picking at his nails, a look of boredom on his face. His eyes said it all though.

"Everyone please, we shouldn't fight. Our own distrust is what lead this tragedy to happen in the first place. Can't we all just be friends?" Kiibo asked, a hopeful look on his synthetic face.

"Regardless of anything that has happened, it is very clear that most of us aren't going to do that. Some are more guilty than others. After all, I don't blame anyone for falling into temptation. What Mei-Ling did during the trial was a proper way of handling it." Rantaro said, his face stoic as he spoke.

"I agree with what she did too. If anything, she isn't the one to blame for any of this. Harrison, Anaji and Angie are to blame. Not only did you work together to kill Gonta, but you set it up so that some random sap could be the blackened. Why go through all of that?" Jill asked firmly. She glanced over to Harrison, who looked up from his jewelry tools.

"Ah...you want to know why I did what I did? Well, it wasn't merely for Atua. I was just an accomplice. Anaji confided in me that he was in fact the owner of a cellphone. However in order for him to use it, someone had to die. The rules don't specify if a body has to be alive or dead when discovered, just that it had to be discovered. I was the one that supplied him with extra blood. Anaji was the one who did most of the work."

"Why would you agree to that? Besides asshole, you're the one who let Shuichi die! You could have used the First Blood Perk and skipped everything!" I shouted angrily.

"So, you wanted Gonta to die in vain then? Someone needed to be punished, that's what the rules state. Sorry if I'm a stickler for them, but I wish for us to be safe within this institution."

"Screw you! Both Gonta and Shuichi died in vain because of what you did. All for what? For a blood sacrifice? Do you even believe in Atua?" Kaede asked.

"Of course I do! I believe in all the gods that exist, but I'm particular to the ones that require blood sacrifices. Red is such a pretty color, wouldn't you agree?" he asked, holding up a necklace which bore a heart shaped ruby pendant.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kaito asked, clearly freaked out by the Jeweler.

"Nothing is wrong with me...I just like red things. Which is why I'm rather fond of Mei-Ling. She seems to favor that color...I'm not an evil person. I just like a certain color, is that such a bad thing?"

"When it leads to death, yes. I'm giving you a single warning buddy, you stay away from Mei-Ling, or I will deal with you!" I said, growling angrily.

"How will you do that? Will you kill me? No that wouldn't suit you...you are too pussy to do it. Ah...I see, you may go for the sacrificial route. Bank on your luck and maybe someone else will die for you. Maybe it'll be Miss Williamson, you seem to have a fondness for her. You were willing to lie for her."

"What are you talking about?" I asked firmly, eyes narrowed. Harrison shrugged, a smirk on his face.

"Just pointing out the facts. You seemed to be so sure of Miss Williamson's candle being in the gym. I'll have you know, there was a candle in there. But it wasn't scented. What's interesting is that you dragged Tenko into it, and she went along with it. How can we trust a liar?" he asked, glancing at the Ultimate Neo-Aikido Master. She glared back at him, choosing to remain silent.

"You seem to be lying yourself. You weren't anywhere near the gym, in fact you didn't investigate. I saw you outside all day while Jonathan was

investigating inside. How can we trust you?" Veruca said, crossing her arms as she faced the young man.

"You don't have too, but it's funny that you trust a killer and a liar."

"I am not a killer, and I'm not a fucking liar either. I saw that fucking candle, because I'm the one that gave it to her."

"Jo-Jo it's okay...don't give them the satisfaction. You saved my life, so I'm grateful for that." Carla said, giving him a smile.

"I appreciate your sentiment Carls...I'm happy that you are alive. However it seems like everyone here blames me for something I didn't do. Certainly if someone else had pulled that lever, they'd be in my spot. I accept it, the despair of sentencing an innocent to death. That's my despair. However I won't allow anyone else to do the same, I'll make sure we never have another sacrifice on this campus." I said. With that I took my leave, walking out into the First Floor Plaza.

I didn't know where to go. I just wanted to be alone, with my thoughts. The ones who weren't inside the cafeteria were at the outdoor deck. I didn't feel like walking back to my dorm. I had considered going to one of the empty classrooms, but that also didn't seem viable. The Mastermind would just watch me through the cameras. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of witnessing my anguish. Though anger flowed through me, I'm sure I had a look of anguish on my face. It hurt..this guilt. It felt like a noose slowly closing around my neck. Whenever I can't breath, it loosens, only for it to tighten back. I shrugged my pack off, as I leaned back against the wall. The stairs to the second floor were still barred. It would take another trial to reach the second floor. I don't know what I would find up there, but it clearly wouldn't lead to my escape.

I sat there, looking at the wall. The blue lights weren't exactly helping me out at the moment. I just wished this was a nightmare, but Veruca was right. That was just an ideal...a lie. I couldn't lie to myself, I refuse too. Shuichi's death was on my hands...and while it did hurt, I had to force myself to move on. I couldn't fall here, because that's what the mastermind wants. That didn't mean it would be easy. I unzipped my backpack, digging my hand around for something. It was a small black box, I opened it and reached inside, pulling out two objects. A pack of Cigarettes and a lighter. It had been awhile since I had quit smoking...due to my own loneliness, I developed this habit. My parents were always gone, school sucked too. All I had was my lyrics...that's what I always felt comfort in. procuring these was always hard, but I had a guy in school who always sold them to me.

"Jet Pack Blues...such a beautiful name for a disgusting cigarette brand." I muttered, pulling the cellophane wrap from the top. I opened it, and pulled the foil out, pulling one of the blue sticks that lay within. These cigarette were some sort of fad, using blue paper instead of white. I placed the cigarette in my mouth and flicked the lighter open, taking a long drag from it.

My lungs burned as the nicotine entered my system. I knew this was far from the healthiest choice. But there was nothing I could relieve my stress with. This was my only pack, once I smoked all of them that would be it. Quitting cold turkey is never a good thing, but at least I wouldn't be tempted. I exhaled a cloud of smoke from my lungs, watching hit slowly drift above me. I felt a little more relaxed now, as I leaned back against the wall.

"What a fucked up situation." I say, to myself. I just needed to hear my own voice. It's as they say, if you can hear your own voice then it's a sign that you are still alive. Of course, if you are talking to yourself that may also be a cause for concern. I took a deep breath, some rather familiar lyrics coming to mind.

"I got those Jet Pack Blues

Just like Judy

The kind that makes June feel like September

I'm the last one that you'll ever, remember

And I'm trying to find that peace of mind

Behind these two white highway lines

When the city goes silent

The ringing in my ears gets violent

She's in a long black coat tonight

Waiting for me in the downpour outside

She's singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears

While the rhythm of the rain keeps time

And I remember "Baby Come Home"

I remember "Baby Come Home"

I remember "Baby Come Home"

I remember "Baby Come Home"

Did you ever love her? Do you know?

Or did you never want to be alone?

And she was singing "Baby Come Home"

"Baby Come Home"

I frowned, glancing at the floor. This was one of my favorite songs, part of the ones that I had written recently. Some find it odd that I actually help an influential band write their music. But their music helped me out so much when I was alone and depressed. Whenever I felt lonely, I would just search something up on YouTube. Having the voices of so many influential individuals in my ears...it always made me smile. From the classics like the Beatles and Elvis, to the King of Pop. Hell, even some country music, and I detested country music. People always seemed to underestimate its power. The sole fact that Nick actually thinks that I'm working for Monokuma, because I choose to dress the way music makes me feel? It just burns my insides.

I felt something vibrate in my pocket, confusion settling on my face. I placed my cigarette in my mouth, shoving my hand in my back pocket. I pulled out my Student ID, along with the Joker Card that Carla had given me. I smiled a bit, setting it down beside me. I turned my Student ID on and slid my thumb across the screen, seeing a new video had been delivered to my Inbox. I knew you could text people with these things, but I didn't think you could actually send video, I didn't even see a camera lens. I took a small drag from the cigarette in my mouth, not bothering to pull it out. I just tapped on the screen, deciding to watch the video.

My eyes widened in surprise. Rather than a video, all I got was some distorted picture. The screen was a light green color, with an old film line going down it. An eerie song came from the speaker, and no matter how hard I strained, I couldn't pick up any of the words. My eyes fell on the picture once again, and I gasped a bit when I saw the image.

"This is...me...and Mei-Ling?" I mutter, pulling the cigarette from my mouth, exhaling the smoke in my lungs.

The picture showed what looked like the outdoor stage. The background was entirely different, instead of the dome, the real sky was visible. The outdoor stage was completely empty, the stage lights flashing in various colors. I was standing near the center of the stage, on the ground in front of it, wearing my normal outfit, though I lacked my monochrome jacket. Mei-Ling had a smile on her face, and was actually sitting on my shoulders, flashing a peace sign to the camera. Aside from her, there were only three people. Kevin Hicks, who was sitting on the stage, eating what looked like a Triple Whopper, his face smeared with ketchup. Shuichi Saihara was in the picture as well, looking rather embarrassed, though he lacked his black cap, an ahoge coming from the center of his head. The final person in the picture was Gonta Gokuhara, who was kneeling down, looking at some bugs through a magnifying glass. I remained silent, listening to the distorted song, just watching as the photo continued fading out...leading me with much confusion.

"What is this?" I said softly to myself.

I couldn't understand...whoever sent this video definitely wanted me to feel something. It's obvious that whatever this is, is implying something. Only the deceased were in that picture, along with me and Mei-Ling. What did that mean? Did we know each other before this? It was another fucking question in the hodgepodge that was my current situation. Considering the possibility of us knowing each other beforehand didn't make me feel better. I could only look at Gonta and Shuichi, the two that had died today. I took a shaky breath, setting down my Student ID. I couldn't look at it...I just couldn't...this was something that I would keep to myself. I heard the device beep, my hand automatically flying too it. When I looked at what had been received, I frowned. It was another photo...or rather an image, two silhouettes standing back to back, holding sunflowers in their hands, three petals had fallen from one of the flowers, slowly drifting toward the ground. It didn't take me long to realize who the silhouettes were supposed to be. I swallowed hard, slamming my ID face down on the floor beside me.

I took a drag from my cigarette, watching the ashes fall off the end. I held my breath for a bit, slowly exhaling the smoke from within. I just stared at it, being reminded of what happened earlier today. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the look of fear on Shuichi's face. I looked down at my hand, the one that had almost grabbed his. I bit my lip, slowly moving my cigarette toward it. I don't know what compelled me to do it, but here I was...pressing the burning end to my skin. I didn't feel pain...in fact I just felt a sense of calm wash over me. I pulled it away from my skin, noticing that it had been put out. I shook my head, relighting it. I didn't even care that it smelled like burning flesh, or that my hand had a red burn on it now. I leaned back against the wall, shivering a bit, taking another long drag from my cigarette. I exhaled the smoke, adding to the cloud that had lingered above me.

"Let's dance in style, let's dance for awhile

Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies

Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst

Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young, or let us live forever

We don't have the power, but we never say never

Sitting in a sand pit, life is a short trip, the music's for the sand man

Can you imagine when the race is won?

Turn our golden faces into the sun

Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune

The music is played by the...the madman

Forever young, I wanna be forever young!

Do you really want to live forever?

Forever, and ever!

Forever young, I want to be forever young!

Do you really want to live forever?

Forever, and ever."

"Well...I wasn't expecting you to be singing, let alone sucking fags."

I sighed, glancing up at Veruca who had somehow found me. Couldn't blame her, there was only so many places a man could go. In hindsight, perhaps the Nurse's office would have been a better choice. Eh...I wouldn't want to get cigarette smoke on anything. I shrugged, taking a drag from my the remainder of my cig, putting it out on the tile floor beside me.

"I needed to relieve some stress." I say simply, exhaling the smoke.

"I hear wanking off is a good stress reliever, quite healthy too."

"I'll do that, but only if you're willing to give me a hand." I replied, giving her a cheeky grin. A look of anger flashed across her face, and she turned around, clicking her tongue.

"Well...perhaps I should have headed on back to my little hobble. Instead of coming to check on a pig like you."

"I'm sorry Ruca, but you walked into that one." I said, turning to face the wall. She sighed, sitting down beside me, crossing her legs. She patted her dress a bit, smoothing out her wrinkles. She was at least wearing leggings, so her modesty wasn't at risk. Her mink parka rested around her shoulders. You know, I don't even know what a Mink is, or why people want its fur. It's rather cruel to kill animals for their fur, but I suppose there are harsher things to focus on. I felt Veruca grab the pack from beside me, pulling out one of the blue sticks.

"Can't seem to understand what makes these things so damn appealing. Mother used to smoke a lot of these when I was growing up." she said, scrounging her nose a bit.

"They make you feel relaxed...especially when you are stressed. Shame that their so damn toxic though." I replied. She said nothing, taking a hold of the lighter, expertly lighting the end of the stick. She took a drag of it, coughing loudly. I rolled my eyes, patting her back.

"Careful there, wouldn't want you to choke."

"Bugger off." she spat harshly. Once through her coughing fit, she sat back against the wall, taking small puffs from the cigarette.

"Taste like shit doesn't it?"

"Shit isn't what I would use to describe it, but it is the first word that comes to mind." she said.

"Why are you here Ruca?"

"What do you mean?" Veruca asked, sounding almost hurt at my question. I looked away, not wanting to look at her face.

"I mean here...with me. You know I'm a killer right? Despite everything that's happened, I killed Shuichi."

"That's rubbish and you know it. You know we were pressed for time, can't say anyone else provided anything useful. Because of our lack of understanding, we didn't have sufficient evidence. If we did, then we could have honed in on Anaji as our killer. He wouldn't be alive." she said.

"Yeah...after thinking back on it, I'm sure Anaji pulled the line. If Himiko pulled the knife unknowingly, as long as he had a supply of blood, Gonta wouldn't have died. Anaji pulled the line without us noticing, to make the job end faster. He saved Himiko, but was planning on using her as a scapegoat regardless. I didn't think someone like Angie would plan this though."

"That's another thing I don't get...Angie was completely invisible to us. What motive did she have to plan this? Was this blood sacrifice seriously the only thing? Methinks there's something else here. I don't for one second believe Harrison is involved. He has a weird fascination with the color red, but he was full of shit." Veruca spat, her face contorted into an expression of anger. I just nodded, thinking about what she was saying.

It made sense...captivity made people act differently. Who's to say Harrison actually acts like that? I caught his bluff the moment he spoke about blood. I doubt he was involved at all...instead I think Angie was the one who provided the blood to Gonta. She told me she knew how to extract it. I overlooked this detail dammit, it could have saved Shuichi.

"What's the matter?"

"Angie told me she knew how to draw blood. Which means she also knows what to do to administer a transfusion. In my haste I forewent this small detail. I could have fingered Angie as the killer, Shuichi would still be alive."

"Sweetheart...I don't believe you blaming yourself for this is healthy. At the end of the day, you didn't know the boy. Yes, it's a shame that he was sacrificed in such a cruel manner. But you must also see it from a different perspective."

"Better him than me right? Yeah...I know...you wanna know what's fucked up? Even though Shuichi died, and I feel guilty, a part of me is glad it wasn't me. Do you think I'm a monster?" I asked. She shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"No...because that's human nature. We don't want to die Jon, and we aren't going to die in this hellhole. I won't let that happen...seeing as everyone else is bloody useless. We may as well become true Detectives the next time something like this happens."

"The next time?"

"Let's face it, very rarely does blood get spilled and it ends peacefully. I fear this trial only opened the door, for a far more bloodier duel. More blood will be spilled, and I pray that yours doesn't add to the growing pool." she said. I nodded, a firm look on my face.

"Hey Veruca...you wanna go on a date sometime?"

"Eh?"

"Sorry...that came out of nowhere."

"You're alright...I'm flattered that you want to take me out. However I believe this is the wrong time. Had we met under different circumstances...perhaps I'd be more inclined. Besides, I'm sure there's another girl out there that might want a little piece of you." she said, giving me a wink. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Who the hell would fall in love with a loser like me?"

"Hey...would you mind singing the last of that song? It's one of my favorites." Veruca said. I nodded, licking my lips as I closed my eyes, clearing my throat. I tapped my free hand against the cool tile floor, using it to keep the rhythm.

"Some are like water, some are like the heat

Some are a melody, and some are the beat

Sooner or later, they all will be gone

Why don't they stay young?

It's so hard to get old without a cause

I don't want to parish like a fading horse

Youth is like diamonds in the sun

And diamonds are forever

So many adventures given up today!

So many songs we forgot to play!

So many dreams singing out of the blue!

Oh let it come true!

Forever young,

I wanna be, forever young!

Do you really want to live forever?

Forever, and ever?

Forever young!

I wanna be, forever young

Do you really want to live forever?

Forever young."

"Hmm...such a lovely song...you have a pretty voice." Veruca said, causing me to chuckle.

"I'm pretty sure I cracked there at the end." I said, giving her a wink. She blew some smoke in my face, causing me to brush it away with my hand. I was about to say something when I heard a loud bang come from upstairs. Almost as if someone had ran right into a grate.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Veruca cried, quickly standing up. I grabbed a hold of my bag, slinging it around my shoulder.

"I dunno...seems like something upstairs though...probably a dog or something."

"None of us brought any pets here though." she said. I opened my mouth to say something, but I found what she was saying to be true. I didn't own any pets, and if I did then I definitely wouldn't bring them to this place.

"Hej, kan nagon hora mig?" a soft voice called out. My eyes widened a bit in surprise.

There was another person here...someone trapped a floor above us. I didn't understand the language at all. Before I could even reply, Veruca beat me to the punch.

"Ja vi kan hora dig. Kan du prata Engelska?" (Yes, we can hear you. Can you speak English?)

"Yes...sorry, I'm just very scared. Do you know what's going on?" the voice called out. It was clearly a female voice, most likely another student like us. But what did that even mean.

"It's a long story to explain...do you remember coming to Morning Hope Academy?"

"Morning Hope Academy? Yes, I remember...I got on a plane in Stockholm. I remember landing in Orlando, but I do not remember the exchange. Am I in the academy?" she called down, her voice shaky and full of fear.

"I'm afraid so...a lot of things have happened." I replied calmly.

"Are you okay up there? Do you need food or something?" Veruca proceeded to ask.

"Nej, the Home Economics room is open. The fridge is stocked, but I don't know how much longer it will last me. I've been up here for a month and a half."

"A month and a half? That can't be...we've been here for just a day!" Veruca cried.

"Don't forget, none us remember ever getting here. It's possible that she was here first...perhaps even a victim of another killing game." I said firmly, a hint of seriousness in my voice. Veruca swallowed hard, pulling her cigarette out of her mouth. She let it fall to the floor, crushing it with her shoe.

"Miss...what's your name?"

"My name? It is Sofia Nilsson, I'm the Ultimate Spiritual Healer. May I have your names?" the girl, know known as Sofia asked. Me and Ruca shared a look, with me giving her a nod.

"It's nice to meet you Sofia, my name is Jonathan Hyles. I'm the Ultimate Songwriter."

"And I'm Veruca LeGume, the Ultimate Nut Specialist."

"Ah! I've heard of you Miss LeGume...you were in Sweden not that long ago. Working out a deal with Nestle right?" the girl asked.

"Yes I was actually...I managed to secure a deal for my father's company. We're a sole supplier of nuts now, quite a profitable business decision. But that's not what I'd like to discuss...sweetheart, how did you become trapped up there?"

"Like I said...I just woke up here in the plaza. All of the rooms are locked, and the stairs to the 3rdfloor are blocked by a grate. There are four classrooms, a Library, an Art room, a Home Economics room, a Physics Lab and a Pool Hall. Everything save the Home Ec room is closed." she said.

"You poor thing...do you even have bare necessities up there? Aside from food and water?"

"There's a couple of bathrooms here Jon, in the Home Economics room. It isn't like the other school bathrooms though, and I lack a shower." Sofia replied, earning a frown from Veruca.

"Poor thing...you know...now that I notice this, there were 8 empty stands in the Class Trial Court Room. I also noticed the roof access to the Dormitory Building is closed off. The building seems like it has four stories, but it may in fact have five. Another enigma for us to figure out."

"I see what you mean...there might be eight others trapped here. More lives that will be forced to play this game. At least Sofia is safe for now...I say we keep this to ourselves, until we can integrate her into the group." I said, earning a nod from the Nut Specialist.

"Excuse me...what are you talking about? What game are you being forced to play?" Sofia asked, sounding confused.

"We'll explain it to you later. Listen, I'm not sure how we'll get you out of there. But you have to remain calm, you also can't speak to anyone save us. We don't know how the others will react if the learn of another student be here. Given the events, it may be bad...stay in the Home Economics room, alright?"

"Okay Veruca...I trust you."

"Heh...trust...you only just met me." the girl muttered under her breath.

"We'll come for you when we can Sofia. When we wanna talk to you, we'll bang on the gate three times. We'll be by at 9PM tonight okay? Just stay close when the time nears so you know when we'll be down here. And if you hear anyone else, don't talk."

"Understood...I shall remain in place. Veruca...Jon...if you can, please get me out of here."

"We will...just keep waiting okay? Come Jon, we must discuss a few things...as a group." the Nut Specialist said. I sighed, knowing this was only the beginning.

(Normal P.O.V.)

"Setsuko, are you alright?" Victoria asked, a look of concern written on her face. The Ultimate Media Critic had been on a tangent, having been typing nearly the entire time they had returned.

"I'm fine. I'm just jotting the events of the day down."

"I some how do not believe that."

"Tori, listen I know you are concerned about me, but right now I am channeling my anger. I do not have anything that will tide me over. Everything I have here, I have already reviewed. The only thing I have right now is keeping this log. I have too...so that Gonta and Shuichi are remembered." the young girl said. Victoria frowned, standing up from her seat. She slowly closed the girl's computer, looking directly into her eyes.

"Ve haven't slept all night. I can see the bags under your eyes Setsu...ve have to sleep."

"Not until I'm done...sleep is pointless. I have to make use of every moment, so that I can write everything down." the girl said stubbornly. She passed out a second later, soft snores leaving her lips. Victoria sighed, a frown appearing on her face. She grabbed a hold of the girl's laptop, placing it inside the carrying back. A second later, she lifted up the petite Critic from her seat, heading toward the Dormitories.

"I can't believe this shit...I wasn't expecting a Class Trial to be like this." Nick muttered, taking a sip from his drink. Cara sat beside him, frowning a bit as she looked back at the academy. She noticed Victoria carrying Setsuko back to the Dormitory building. Several others had been walking around, minding their own business. Anaji had gone to his dorm, not even speaking with anyone.

"It's all my fault...I should have said something. But I was so scared...I thought Anaji was going to kill me." Dan murmured, glancing at his feet.

"Are you sure about that? Because I believe you wanted something else. You wanted to call the hospital right?" Alice asked, arms crossed as she glared at her colleague.

"The hospital?" Cara asked softly.

"That isn't true Alice, and you know it."

"Really? You know I heard what happened to your best friend. How you had become arrogant because of your career. And that she ended up falling into a coma. I know you are worried for her safety, but seriously? You were betting it all for a five minute call?" the blonde woman asked.

"I wasn't betting anything...I just wanted to make sure she was alright. I'm sure you wanted to check in with your father right?" Dan asked, a firm look on his face. Alice shook her head, glancing away from the man.

"I lost my father earlier this year...he died of mesothelioma, from all the asbestos he inhaled. I'm lucky I didn't breathe in any of it, but he was there when that happened, just a block away from it all. He almost died that day along with my mother. I do have family, and I miss them and want them to know I am safe. But I wouldn't dare risk the life of one of my students for a measly call...you know what happens now."

"Um...Miss Caroll, what are you talking about?" Nick asked curiously.

"Yeah, I'm not exactly aware of this either Alice." the Former-Ultimate Marine Biologist said. Alice sighed, glancing back at Morning Hope Academy.

"I lost my mother during the September 11 attacks, several years ago. I was only 10 when it happened. It happened to be my birthday too...we were running late. She dropped me off at school and ran to her work. If we had been delayed by seven minutes, she would have lived."

"I'm so sorry to hear that sweetheart, I didn't think something that tragic had happened." Cara said, taking a hold of her hand.

"There are times that I wonder why certain things happen. Like this killing game...who could be so heartless as to put young people in harms way? I ask myself that a lot...more now than before."

"Alice, I'd like to apologize. I didn't think something like that had happened to you so recently. I didn't mean for anything to happen...but fear got the best out of me. I knew I could have stopped Anaji...if I hadn't just left the cafeteria. If I had taken Gonta to the Nurse's office instead, maybe he'd be here." Dan said firmly.

"Hey, it isn't your fault teach...you were trying to help and felt scared. I think anyone would have done the same. Jonathan though...I don't like that kid...thanks to him, Shuichi is dead."

"That wasn't his fault either...it was either him or us. As fucked up as that sounds, I'm glad to be here to tell the tale." his wife said, causing Alice to frown.

"Cara, you are a teacher here. You are supposed to care about your students, how can you openly say that?"

"I know I have to be there for my students Alice, but let's face it. Right now, none of them trust us. We're the only faculty members on campus. They all think we did it...some of them are sweet and kind. Yet there are others that are dangerous. I'm sorry, but from now on I am not going to be doing my role as a faculty member. I'll just be another person."

"That's good sweetie...the last thing I want is for you to die. We have far too much to live for. I know who I'm voting for in the next trial." Nick said, finishing his drink.

"There isn't going to be another trial. Not if I can help it! Did you know that Jon was planning a concert for all of you? To raise morale and lift up your spirits. He was going to sing songs that he had written from his heart and soul. All he has done was think about everyone else...he was banking on Carla's luck, so that an empty stand would be picked. Just remember, we could have all voted for someone, even you. So don't count your chickens before they hatch, and be more considerate of others."

"Heh...if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're fond of the boy."

"So what if I am?" the Scout said, glaring at the Dance Teacher. He shrugged it off, standing up from his seat.

"I'm gonna go dance for a bit, clear my thoughts. I would recommend you don't get too close to these kids. You never know when they may stab you in the back. Be careful Alice."

"Same to you Dan."

xxx

"So...who do you think killed Gonta?" Rantaro asked, glancing around at the gathered students. Most of them had left the cafeteria, but some others had stuck around. There weren't many things to do, most just retired to their rooms until dinner, while others were meandering about.

"I'm not sure, I'd rather not think about it. I didn't know him for long, but he seemed like such a sweet guy." Tsumugi said, a frown on her face. The blue haired cosplayer was currently in the middle of a manicure. Somehow, she had convinced Rantaro to do her nails, the young man readily agreeing. Ryoma was nearby, not exactly with them, but keeping an ear out regardless.

"I believe real question is, what we're going to do about Angie? She's a dangerous person." Anastasia said, leaning back against the post. Her eyes had been closed as she had been lost in thought.

"She may have orchestrated it all, but we don't know anything. For all we know she could be lying. Same with Harrison and Anaji...I'm not exactly sure what to make of it." Rantaro said.

"I feel exactly the same. They pushed us into a corner, they're very dangerous people. Even now that everything is over and I've had time to digest it, I haven't arrived at an answer. We simply didn't have enough proof." Ryoma said, his deep voice filled with sadness.

"I'm not exactly sure what to think of all of this myself. I feel like it happened to fast, but it was meticulously planned as well. There is no way Angie came up with this, even if it was supposed to be a sacrifice to Atua. I think it was Harrison who pulled the strings, and somehow convinced Angie to act like she was pulling the strings. If Anaji did confide having a phone with him, then it makes sense. It also explains why he had the First Blood Perk." Tsumugi said, glancing at her finger nails. Rantaro had made perfect French tips, she was honestly amazed with his skill.

"It does make a little sense when you think about everything. He seemed to be planning it all. His fascination with the color red, and his mannerisms. Most of us dismissed him as a liar...but what if what he was saying has some merit to it?" Rantaro asked.

"Makes him a dangerous foe. We should keep our eyes open for him, it's often the crazy ones that end up butchering people." Anastasia said, grabbing a hold of her soda.

"I feel bad for Jonathan though. He's being treated so badly, anyone in his place would have done the same. No one knew Shuichi would...you know." Tsumugi said, a frown on her face.

"Yes, I feel bad for him as well. He's a good kid...he just got dealt a bad hand." Ryoma said.

"I believe in what he said. We must become friends if we wish to limit the casualties. There are too many hidden variables. Not a single day has passed and three of us are already deceased. We should at least give it an honest try. That means building some trust." the Ultimate Adventurer said, glancing at Anastasia, who set down her empty can.

"What?"

"Perhaps you should share with us your Ultimate Talent? That way people wouldn't suspect you as much."

"My apologies. I cannot do that, I fear my particular set of skills would endanger you all. I must keep it hidden, at least for now. Nothing good will come from anyone knowing, I have lost far too many people already." she replied, a firm look on her face.

"Hey...Talia...you lost your father in a gang fight right?" Ryoma asked curiously.

"Da...my father was forced to work with the Russian Mafia. He tried going straight...Dimitri Pachenko...etot ublyudok. I wish to kill him...I know he has a home in California. I traveled here to end his life...but I was invited here instead. Somehow, I believe the Dean heard of me...knew that I would most likely die like my father."

"I see...you possess an underground talent. Worry not then, we won't tell anyone what we know. We may not know your talent, but I assure you, your secret shall be safe with us." Rantaro said, giving the strawberry blonde a smile. She looked away from him, her cheeks flushing pink.

"It's been so long since I have gotten any...perhaps I shall try my hand with him." she thought, biting her bottom lip, doing everything she could to hold back her nose bleed.

xxx

(Mei-Ling's P.O.V.)

It was at moments like these that I really wanted to see the lake. I could hear the water on the other side of the dome. So near and yet so far. There was a lake not far from where I lived, and whenever I felt down, I would feed the ducks. It was always so relaxing, seeing the little duckies trailing behind their mother. I would give anything to have something as mundane as duck watching. I remember the pamphlet for Morning Hope showed pictures of Disney Land in the background, as the park was very close. I always wanted to go to the park, but we could never afford it. My mother was too busy with work, and my sister was focusing on school and a full time job to help support us.

Thinking about my mother and my sister made my heart race. If I had taken that phone call...would they had died too? Would the same thing that happened to Anaji's mom have happened to mine? I couldn't bare to imagine that. It wasn't that long ago that she sent me off to Morning Hope. I still remember, how proud she was of me. She never thought I would amount to anything with my Folklore Research. But I wanted to honor my father's work. Despite that, she was always proud of whatever I decided to be. As it turned out, I got accepted into this school...but now that everything has happened. I'm not sure if that was a blessing or not. What had happened in the world? And what lead to...all of this?

I closed my eyes, leaning back against the picnic table, my feet dangling over the edge. Even in regular chairs my feet would dangle. It was a bit embarrassing but kicking them always helped me think. It was like a tick, at least it was better than chewing my nails. Regardless, I felt myself drift, my mind wondering to what Anaji's mom had said.

The riots had started in Japan, and apparently Hope's Peak Academy had been subjected to this. A Killing Game...did that mean they were the first ones? Could it be that Class 79B was sent here before that happened? But then...what happened that would lead to that point? To Hope's Peak Academy hosting a game like this? No matter how hard I tried to think, nothing came to mind. Not a single thing.

"Perhaps speaking with Alice will give me some answers. She scouted us all after all."

Hearing my own voice helped me relax a bit. I didn't like being alone, save for when I was researching something. But without internet, or a library, I wasn't able to make use of my time. I had already learned all I could from the books I had with me. One reason I had accepted the offer to come here, is because of the old tomes kept here. Folklore from eras past that was kept here for the students. There were various tales that I hadn't read, different iterations of the ones that I already knew. Knowing different versions of the same tales was key for my research. It let me see how various social groups interpreted the story. Like how The Glass Slipper was changed into the much more child friendly Cinderella.

I remember when I first read that book. I felt so helpless for Cinderella, to see how she was treated by her step-mother. To see the cruelty of that woman, who went as far as making her daughters, Anastasia and Drizella, butcher their limbs. Just so that they could marry the prince. Sometimes, I get mad that people change fairy tales, because the original tale is lost to large groups in the world. One thing that I fear above anything, is that someone forgets a tale. It's why I do what I do...I wish to bring these tales to the world, to help everyone understand them. I was so happy when I came here...but now, I'm not so sure.

I felt something in my pocket vibrate, a feeling of confusion passing through me. My phone was broken, so I knew it wasn't responsible for it. I reached into my pocket, struggling to pull my ID. Perhaps wearing tight fitting shorts was a bad idea, but I look cute so I can't change them. I sighed, swiping my finger across the screen, noticing the video file that had been sent to the device.

"A video?"

I wasn't aware you could send video files to these devices. They lacked a recording feature, so I wasn't sure how it was sent. I shrugged, clicking on the video. I was greeted with nothing short of eerie. A distorted looking picture, accompanied by a heavily doctored song. The words were foreign to me, deep and broken. I couldn't formulate a single syllable yet the song seemed familiar. My focus fell back onto the image itself, a picture of myself and Jonathan. I was sitting on his shoulders, flashing a peace sign to the camera, a grin on my face. He had a look of strain on his. I narrowed my eyes a bit, already thinking thoughts about me being heavy, despite being so short. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. The others that I saw in the picture were Shuichi, Kevin and Gonta, all of them looking normal, standing around the outdoor stage. The photo faded to a violet portrait, two silhouettes stood back to back, each holding a sunflower in their hands, three petals having fallen from them. I swallowed hard, frowning a bit.

"These silhouettes...they represent me and Jonny...but why?" I muttered. I was more confused now than ever before. I glanced over my shoulder at the Academy, barely visible due to Mirror Lodge standing in the way. I shut my ID off, shoving it back into my pocket.

"Fuqin, jie gei wo ni de liliang." (Father, lend me your strength) I say softly to myself. I wished he was still with me, I'm sure his wisdom could help me in this situation.

"Ah, there you are. I've been looking all over the place for you."

"Huh? Calem?" I respond, glancing at the Ultimate Strategist. I was curious as to why he was looking for me. He came to a stop before the picnic table, a blank look on his face.

"I would like to apologize to you...I haven't exactly been a good friend."

"Apologize...for what? You haven't done anything against me." I said. I could feel my brows furrowing a bit. He shook his head, glancing at the iron wall separating us from the outside.

"I didn't defend you well enough. I remained silent when it was revealed you had a cellphone. I myself believed one of us owning one would have been strategic. However, I also know that it was a Fool's Gamble...a Final Gambit if you will. There was no way we could have gotten that call out. As you saw, Anaji's mother was killed, even if we got help, it's likely Monokuma would have killed them." he replied, a pensive look on his face.

"Still...you have nothing to be sorry for. We were all scared or confused...I let my guilt eat at me. It hindered my investigation, if I had been more thorough...I think Shuichi would still be here."

"Perhaps...but there were little clues to go on. I must admit...I would have searched as well. However, I couldn't bare to step into that cafeteria."

"Why?" I asked softly. A hurt expression appeared on his face, as he looked away. He grabbed a hold of his gloved hand, rubbing it slightly.

"Let's just say...I'm not fond of knives, or blood. They...bring back bad memories. Seeing Gonta like that...I just couldn't, I was on the verge of a panic attack."

"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that Calem...would you like to talk about it? My father always told me, if something was bothering you, it's better to get it out in the open." I said, a small smile on my face. He shook his head, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"I can't...not yet anyway. It isn't that I don't trust you or anything...it's that I cannot come to grips with it. Perhaps after everything settles down, I shall tell you my tale."

"Okay...I look forward to hearing it. So...why'd you come here?" I asked curiously, placing my hands over my lap. The boy sat across from me, glancing at the dormitory building.

"Just to make sure you are alright. I wasn't lying when I said you were my first friend Mei-Ling. We explored most of the first floor together after all. I may not know you well...but I feel like we could be good friends. At this point, it wouldn't be strategic to remain as a lone wolf. There are too many people willing to harm others...to harm you."

"You think I'm defenseless?" I asked, pouting my lips a bit. I hated this, just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't kick ass. I may not know martial arts, but a good kick to the balls is enough.

"No...what you did to Harrison in the court room shows me that you are capable. However, that doesn't mean someone can't take advantage of you. I know you don't like seeing yourself as vulnerable, but there are men here that could overpower you. I just want to make sure you are alright." the boy said, a slight flush on his cheeks. I sighed, crossing my arms.

"I suppose you are right...we aren't exactly in a normal school."

"I apologize...perhaps I came on a bit too strong. I once let someone close to me get hurt, I haven't been the same. I see a lot of her in you, and I don't want a repeat of that."

"Ah...does this have to do with your hatred of knives?" I asked curiously. I kept a close eye on Calem, wanting to know more about him. The expression on his face told me what I needed to know. A curt nod, followed by a frown.

"I'll tell you one day. I also came to deliver a suggestion...Harrison seems to be rather fond of the color red. He said he was fond of you, because you preferred the color. Jonathan stood for your defense but I don't want anyone hurt. It may be wise to stop wearing red all together." he said. I looked at myself, seeing my red tank top and red stilettos. I sighed, glancing at the acrylic skies.

"Red is my favorite color...my father liked that color too. He told me he wanted to name me Hongse, since that's the Chinese word for red. However my mother kept hitting him with a spoon, saying it was an ugly color. It was my grandparents that named me. My grandmother wanted my name to be Mei and my grandfather wanted my name to be Ling. So they combined them and...well that's my name I guess." I said, rubbing my arm in embarrassment.

"Hmm...I can see your fondness for the color stems from your father. What happened to him? Is he not with us anymore?"

"No...he ended up getting sick. We all thought he was going to recover from it, that it was just another bug. He had a meeting in the Smithsonian that I ended up attending in his stead. He was so happy when I went back to China. He had seen it all on television, and was so proud of me. He passed away the same night I returned...he knew he wasn't going to live through the sickness. But he held on, because he wanted to see me one last time. It's what spurred me to become a Folklore Researcher." I said, wiping a tear from my eye.

"I'm sorry to hear that Mei-Ling...I'm sure your father is very proud of you. Where ever he may be. I know you are fond of the color, but please heed my advice. I wouldn't want Harrison to do anything to you...he doesn't seem all there." Calem said. I sighed, giving him a nod.

"I do have some blue shirts that I can wear...sadly I do not have any other shoes, except heels. Something happened to the extra ones I packed."

"Perhaps Setsuko has some spares? She's the same stature as you, so I assume your foot size is the same."

"You assume too much...is this part of your strategy?" I asked teasingly.

"What...what are you talking about?" he asked, confused. I gave him a small catty grin.

"Work your way into my heart, and once I fall head over heels for you, you can say "Checkmate" and claim take my Queen."

"Dear me...you are assuming too much. Also, in chess your aim is to take the King, not the Queen." the boy said firmly. I stuck out my tongue, giving him a wink.

"Same difference! Keep working on it, and I may just be willing to be your king."

"I could never...I have too many issues to deal with. It wouldn't be strategic, not in this place at least." he said with a frown. I sighed, my mood souring a bit.

"I suppose."

"Mei! There you are, god you are a hard woman to find when you want to be!" Jon cried, grabbing my attention. I grabbed my heels from the ground, slipping them onto my feet.

"Is something the matter? Don't tell me someone else is..."

"No...no. Me and Ruca have to talk to you, as a group. We've gathered up in the Theater and were looking for you. Calem is welcome to join us too. Out of everyone here, he's one of the most trustworthy students." the monochrome themed boy said.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I feel like I would be intruding. I must be off, I've enjoyed our chat Mei-Ling. Perhaps we could speak more in the future?"

"Sure...we're friends now." I said, giving him a smile. He nodded, politely excusing himself. I stood next to Jon, who watched the Azure Strategist walking away.

"You trying to hit that?" he asked, causing me to sputter.

"W-what?"

"I'm just saying...he isn't a bad catch for you Mei. Though I think Carla would be a bit disappointed."

"Why would she be disappointed?" I asked curiously, confusion written on my face. Jon rolled his eyes.

"You'll have to figure that one out yourself. Come on, we have something rather serious to discuss."

"Hao de." I murmured softly, following his lead. I thought flashed through my head, and I glanced up at the Ultimate Songwriter.

"Hey Jon...you wouldn't happen to have an extra tee shirt would you?"

"Hmm? I got a few...why?"

"It's just...Calem told me what Harrison said. I've decided to not wear red as much. It's my favorite color, but I don't want that creep to do anything to me."

"Hey, he isn't going to do anything to you Mei-Ling. I'll make sure he doesn't even try. If you ever feel uncomfortable, you just come to me okay? My dorm is always open. In fact I would welcome it, just to ensure you are safe."

"Is that an excuse to get a girl in your bed?"

"You're attempts at humor bore me." the monochrome themed teenager said dryly, causing me to burst out laughing. It had been the first genuine laugh I've had since I came here. It actually gave me a new sense of hope. One that I hoped wouldn't be shattered so soon.

xxx(Daily Life: Day Three)xxx

Jonathan sighed as he opened his eyes. Peering out of his bedroom window, he saw that it was once again "Day Time". Of course no one knew exactly what time it was outside, due to the dome. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, seeing that it was 7:29AM. He cringed a bit, seeing he had actually slept through the Morning Announcement. He sat up, stretching his arms, brushing his hair out of his eyes. It was a mess of spikes, falling in all directions. That usually never happened to him, as he always brushed it until it was smooth. Memories of the previous day flashed into his mind, a frown appearing on his face.

"Right...Gonta was murdered, and Shuichi was sacrificed. It's hard to believe only 3 days have passed since we were brought here. There's no way we'll be leaving any time soon either." he thought. He felt something move beside him, and looked down at his bed.

His eyes widened a bit when he saw a familiar head of brown hair. The Ultimate Lucky Student had been sleeping contently behind him. Her small frame was being covered by a single white tee shirt, which did nothing to hide her lacy white panties. Her hair was covering most of her face, which bore a peaceful look on it. He gasped a bit in surprise, only to remember the events of the previous night.

xxx(Flashback)xxx

"I wonder who the hell would be ringing my bell at 12:34AM." Jonathan muttered, walking through his dark room toward the door. He opened the door, seeing none other than Carla on the other side. She was sniffling, her eyes soaked with tears. Her hair, normally in twin tails, was down to her mid back. She tugged on her tee shirt a bit, using it to cover herself up.

"Jo-Jo...I had a nightmare...would you mind if I stayed here with you?" she asked softly. Normally, Jon wouldn't consider this...but he could tell she was shaken up. He nodded, allowing her to enter his dorm room. He flicked the lamp on, watching the girl walk to the center of the room.

"Carls...what happened? What did you see?"

"It was awful...I was back in that horrible trial room. I was standing there, and everyone was blaming me...for Gonta's death. And then...they all voted and I was dragged away. I was screaming and yelling, but they wouldn't listen...I woke up just as I was about to be executed." she said, bursting into tears a second later. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a tight hug. She shook with each sob, her cries muffled by his shoulder.

"Shh...it's okay sweetie...that was just a dream. Nothing more than that...you aren't going to be executed."

"But what if I get sacrificed? Jo-Jo I'm so scared. I try to stay upbeat and smile, but I keep thinking back on that. I keep seeing Shuichi getting crushed. I can still see Gonta strapped to that column." she cried, her voice muffled by Jon's shirt. He pulled her toward his bed, allowing her to sit down. He took a hold of her hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Carla, you have to believe me. I will never let anything happen to you. Not to Mei-Ling, not to Tsubaki, or Kaikane. Not to Veruca, not to Jules, not to Lucy...not to anyone else. If they even think of doing something against you...I will personally take care of it. Murder isn't allowed, but that doesn't mean I can't incapacitate someone. As long as you and my friends are safe, that's all that matters."

"But Jo-Jo...hurting people is bad...you shouldn't hurt others. You should make them smile...it's why I'm a prankster." Carla said softly.

"I know...I know...but right now we aren't in a place for smiles. This is a place that breeds despair. As long as we let that despair worm its way into us, then the Mastermind will win. We can't give up hope...okay?" he said softly. She gave him a nod, pressing her lips against his cheek.

"Thank you...I'm happy that I have you and Mei-Mei as my friends." she said. Jonathan flushed brightly, looking away from the Lucky Student.

"Y-yeah...sure."

"I can see why she likes you...you're so soft and warm. I think I'll sleep like a baby tonight...just as long as I can hug you."

"Huh? Who are you talking about?" the boy asked. She gave him a wink, settling into the other side of the bed. He sighed, knowing he wouldn't get an answer out of her.

xxx(Flashback ends)xxx

"Makes me wonder who the hell she was talking about." he muttered to himself. He let out a startled cry when the bell went off. He clutched his heart, standing up and walking toward the door. He pulled it open, only to be greeted by a rather pissed off Nut Specialist.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing? Do you know what time it is?"

"Peanut Butter Jelly Time?" he asked. She gave him a glare, jabbing her finger into his chest.

"You...had...me...worried. After yesterday, I thought you'd show some tact. But clearly I'm the tactful one in our group."

"It wasn't my fault the damn announcement didn't go off!" he cried.

"That's my fault...I pulled the cable from the television after you fell asleep." Carla said, causing Jon to look over his shoulder. The brunette was running her fingers through her hair, brushing some of it down. Veruca pushed the door open, eyes widening a bit when she saw the Ultimate Lucky Student.

"I see...so this is why you didn't wake up on time. Honestly Jon...I thought you of all people were above this."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" he asked curiously.

"Here I was looking forward to that date, but you ended up going to someone else. All boys are the same, they think with their little head instead of the big one. If you aren't in the cafeteria by 7:45 I will break your nuts. Consider this a final warning." she said with a hiss, walking away with her nose held high. Jon watched her go, still confused.

"What the fuck are you getting at? I'm fucking confused!" he cried, only to receive a one finger salute from the girl. He shook his head, a frown on his face.

"Oh...I think Ruru is jealous." Carla said, appearing next to the boy.

"The fuck...why would she be jealous?" he asked, glancing at the Lucky Student.

"A man's tee shirt on the naked female body is like a flag in a conquered fortress." she said cryptically.

"Goddamn it woman, what the fuck are you saying?"

"Hehe...you'll have to figure that one out. Thanks for last night Jo-Jo...you were really sweet. I might drop by tonight, so keep your bed warm for me." she said, pecking his cheek, walking off without a care in the world. Jon sighed, slamming his door shut, still confused about everything.

"Goddamn it! Why the fuck do women have to be so hard to understand? There are times I wonder if being born with balls was a good choice. Pfft...as if I had one."

xxx

"Attention Students of Morning Hope Academy. As a reward for clearing the first of hopefully many Class Trials, the Weight Room has been unlocked. I do hope you enjoy these facilities. May you have creative dreams about murder...might I suggest using a dumb-bell? I read somewhere that some poor sap got their head crushed by one. AHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Monokuma certainly wastes no time." Veruca muttered, glancing at her wrist watch. She along with many of the others had gathered outside of the Weight Room. Some had said they would explore the Weight Room later, others just weren't interested.

"I don't know how this will lead us to get out of here. Maybe we can slam a weight into those plates. Dent them enough to wedge a pipe or something between them." Jon said firmly. She gave him a glare, which softened a bit after a few seconds. The electronic locks keeping the Weight Room locked became undone, allowing them to walk inside.

"Well...here goes nothing."

The Weight Room was by far one of the grandest areas in the academy. It was a square shaped building, decked out with all of the exercise equipment one could dream of. There was a rack of barbells at the other side of the room, running along the wall. Above it was a large mirror. There was a weight lifting area, where people would be able to dead lift if they wished. The center of the room was decked out with treadmills, exercise bikes and various other machines. There were blue mats, rolled up neatly against the back wall, some of them set out. Several pull up bars could be seen, along as a floor to ceiling Peg Wall. Various Multi-Gym machines were also set up, which would be used to work out your arms and legs. There was even a rope that one could climb, to test their own arm strength.

Despite all of the equipment that was located in this room, there was one thing that stood out to everyone. It wasn't any of the Weight sets, the machines or the other facilities. No...it was the wooden table in the very center of the room. A small round wooden table, with a white table cloth. Upon it sat a white tea set, with dark flowers being painted to the side.

Sitting behind said table was a beautiful young woman, with very pale colored skin. She had long brown hair, styled into long drill like twin tails, held up with crimson red ribbons. She seemed to be wearing a Gothic style dress. It was black in color, with two layers over it, the first being a dark black, fading into a deep royal purple. The layer underneath seemed to be white, the hem had a frilled designed. She was wearing a lavender colored blazer over it, the corset she wore underneath being almost completely hidden, the white lace being visible. Though that did nothing to hide her shapely breasts. Around her neck, she was wearing a black spiked collar around her neck, which had what seemed like a razor blade hanging from it. She was wearing long stripped stockings, black and white. On her feet, was a pair of red heels, polished to a brilliant shine. She had long fingernails, painted black in color, a metallic claw adorned her forefinger. She pulled the teacup from her lips, setting it down on the small plate. Her eyes slowly opened, revealing brilliant red irises. She gave them a smile, tracing her lower lip with her forefinger.

"Well...I was wondering how long it would take for you all to rescue me."

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Veruca cried out, surprised by the unknown woman.

"Yeah...what are you doing here?" Kaede added. Jon remained silent, a look of confusion on his face, while Mei-Ling bored curiousness on hers. The young woman stood up from her seat, giving them a slight bow.

"I do apologize. I awoke here two weeks ago, and have been trapped here ever since. I'm only let out between the hours of 4AM and 5AM, to take care of my own needs. I wasn't allowed to interact with any of you until the time was right. These were the rules given to me strictly by the Monochrome Bear." she said.

"Monokuma? You've been here for three weeks? In this Weight Room?" Chris asked.

"That's correct. It hasn't been easy...especially because I do not recall ever arriving here. This is Morning Hope Academy is it not?"

"It is...we've all been brought here for some reason...I guess we should introduce ourselves. My name is Jonathan Hyles, I'm the Ultimate Songwriter."

"Veruca LeGume, Ultimate Nut Specialist."

It took a few minutes for everyone to greet the young woman, sharing their talents with her. She remained silent, possibly absorbing all of their names. After Tenko finished introducing herself, she remained silent. Another moment passed, before she gave them a nod.

"I see...so you are all Ultimates, like myself. Then I am in good company."

"I suppose...would you tell us your name please? We just...want a bit of peace of mind. Some terrible things have been happening." Mei-Ling said.

"Hmm...yes I am aware...the Killing Game. It was broadcast to me through that Monitor there. I must commend all of you for having the valor to face such cruelty. I had hoped that I wouldn't be pulled into it, but I suppose I am one of you now."

"Don't worry! We'll make sure you don't die!" Carla said cheerfully.

"A noble sentiment...well I've waited long enough. I shall provide you with my name." she said with a giggle, giving everyone another formal bow.

"My name is Celestia Ludenberg, and I happen to be the Ultimate Physicist."

End of Chapter 1 Act 4

Surviving Students: 37?

Surviving Faculty Members: 3

xxx(Cast)xxx

Class 24 of Morning Hope Academy + Faculty

Fa Mei-Ling

Jonathan Hyles

Anaji Hora

Lucy Cadwell

Setsuko Inoue

Victoria Louis

Tsubaki Aulani

Kaikane Aulani

Veruca LeGume

Nicholas Ladd Gardner

Cara Ladd Gardner

Anastasia Katrina Klevorick

Carla Williamson

Harrison Evans

Kamron Luca Di Carita

Alice Lois Caroll

Julianne Natalie Ray

Kevin Hicks (Deceased)

Gabriella Vertran

Dan Arche

Lee Harvey Emerson

Calem Kurogane

Christopher Patrick Bacon

Chloe Raincomprix

Sofia Nilsson

Celestia Ludenberg

Class 79 of Hope's Peak Academy

Kirumi Tojo

Kaede Akamatsu

Shuichi Saihara (Deceased)

Kaito Momota

Miu Iruma

Rantaro Amami

Korekiyo Shinguji

Himiko Yumeno

Tenko Chabashira

Kokichi Ouma

Gonta Gokuhara (Deceased)

Kiibo

Maki Harukawa

Ryoma Hoshi

Tsumugi Shirogane

Angie Yonaga

A/N: Holy Shit! You all must be wondering just what the fuck I'm doing! Well...you're gonna have to keep reading to find that out. I'm so looking forward to reading your reviews on this shit, it's gonna be really fun.

Things are getting a little more confusing aren't they? We may have lost three people but we gained a couple more just as fast. Back to 39 total...the stakes are still high though, and I'm sure getting access to the 3rd Floor is going to be a bit harder than getting Access to the Second. But that also begs a question...why is Monokuma doing this? Why are there 8 empty stands, equating to 48 students, but only 40 are accessible currently? That's a question that will be answered throughout the story I'm afraid.

So...I may leave the poll up for a couple days. But so far, the Viagra Motive seems to be pulling ahead. So that will be the Motive, unless something changes in the next couple of days. If you haven't voted yet, do vote. It'll be fun to see what may end up happening.

I would like to give a shoutout to Crit Fail, for being a beautiful bastard. If you haven't read House of Horrors, I recommend you do. He just updated it for Halloween, and the chapter is amazing as always. If you haven't checked out any of his stories I do recommend them, he has the best Danganronpa AU I have seen in awhile, I daresay even better than mine. So show him some love, and as always...Embrace Despair...

Chapter 1 Act 5: Rogue Element coming soon...