OMG! Finally, I have chapter 3. It's...a little on the short side, but I'm happy with it. ..Yes, the italics Flashback. So...yeah. Hopfully you're happy with it too.
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Krad walked through the deathly quiet hallways, smiling to himself. Ever since that one little wretch left, even if on her own accord, the place had gone back to normal. Well, almost normal. Krad shuddered to himself. Two escapes were enough. He'd have to tighten security, or at least create more rules. At the very least, he could make an example out of it for the children in his coven.
"I'll get you, Jake!!!" Krad watched as three teenagers ran in his path, screeching to a halt about three feet from him. The two girls stared at him with wide eyes, trying to grasp something in his eyes, apparently. Kindness, maybe? Krad chuckled mentally to himself. Kindness never existed in this world, but how would simple children understand this?
The third, Jake, looked up at Krad with angry eyes. 'Probably because I killed the boy's parents.'Krad snickered mentally, keeping the cold look plastered to his face. The boy took after that wretch who had taken care of him when he first joined the coven. Then, the most sadistic idea, popped into Krad's sadistic little brain. This would have to be implemented later, but it was most certainly important. For now, Krad let the teens run off in basic horror. He would break the young boy later.
Krad continued on his way through the complex, making note of the people he would have to punish and the heaviness of their punishment. Yes, for Krad, this was "fun"- if sadistic people even know the true meaning of fun. However, he soon got caught up in his thoughts and didn't pay and attention to where his feet were taking him. Thus, when he stopped in front of his "office," he was, to put it simply, confused.
Krad shook his head to clear it, only to realize that he was in front of the one room that he'd forbidden anyone to go near. That defiant wretch had lived there, along with the other escapee, the 19-year-old Dark Mousy. What Mousy had seen in that girl never made any sense to Krad. She was defiant, never learned a lesson, and yet, Dark had protected her. Krad shook his head again and glanced around the dusty, old room. One of the beds lay askew, as if there was someone still living there. The other was perfectly made, a collar lying on the pillow in two halves. A large "FUCK YOU" was carved into the its sheets and base.
"That little…" Krad trailed off slightly, lost in thought.
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Michi ran, and ran like hell. She was sure the guards were following her, but at the same time, she wasn't positive. She'd lost contact with Dark about 10 minutes ago, seeing as he couldn't even remember her name. Michi scowled. Dark was always looking out for her, and the one time she'd offered him help, he damn near argued with her.
"You need to get yourself out of here, safely. If you don't, I'll die of guilt."
"You'll die of more than guilt now, Dark-sama…" Michi thought to herself, slowing herself down to a brisk walk. She was nearing Azumano now, and Krad would be an absolute idiot to follow her there. She was probably an idiot for returning, but hell, it was home. Michi started running again, mostly due to her natural paranoia. Azumano was chock full of hunters at ever damn corner, including…
"Don't think about that…" Michi muttered lowly. What was important now was getting to the school. She'd be safe there. At least for now…
Michi sprinted through the gates leading to the school, noticing immediately as all the students on the west side of the school look out the window. She heard all of their thoughts yell the same thing.
:Holy shit, is that her?!:
Collapsing on the grass from exhaustion, Michi looked up at the third floor of the school, at a particular pair of ice cold eyes on her. She watched those eyes leave the window and, she assumed, the class room, followed by several scads of people. Michi stood up, leaning against the tree next to her. Better to meet death head on then hiding from it. She watched the doors in front of her open, wondering in morbid fascination how they would kill her. Satoshi Hiwatari was the first out of the godforsaken building, walking straight over to Michi.
"He's changed a lot since I left…" She thought quietly as he stopped, a few feet in front of her. The happy seven-year-old Michi had been ripped from had been replaced by a cold teenager who was slightly on the thin side. He had glasses that Michi didn't remember him ever needing before and was standing in a defensive manner, though this was probably only noticeable to her. Hiwatari was going to kill her for sure. However, the most curious thing happened next. She hugged him, like nothing had happened, like they were innocent 7-year-olds again, like she'd never even left. She was even crying, gripping the back of his shirt tightly.
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry..." was all he said, letting Michi cry like she had a life that was simple. When those "fictional" beings were the least of her problems, and Satoshi's mother was still alive.
"I'm sorry."
THERE IT IS!!! huffs from her sprint to uplaod this So, review while I attempt to get the next chapter up quicker.