HUNT
Chapter 4
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any character of Azumanga Daioh.
Osaka ran through the ever-changing maze. 'Why is this happenin' to me?' she thought. Suddenly, the wall beside her slid upwards. She slid to a stop and looked down it. Seeing that the man wasn't there, she started running down it.
There had to be some way out of this place.
Turning a corner, Osaka slowed to catch her breath. As she stood there, she noticed that the gears weren't making noise anymore.
Looking up, she saw that the walls had stopped moving. She wondered about that as she started walking quietly down the hall.
It came to a dead-end, causing Osaka to turn and head back the way she had came. When she returned to the place that had opened, she discovered that that end had been closed off too.
A fear started to come over her. She really was trapped now.
Shouta smiled. That girl set off his trap.
He leaned up against one of the walls and smelled the air, breathing in the scent of the girl's fear. He could hear her as she tried hopelessly to climb the walls. "So easy," he whispered.
The man stood there for a while longer before standing back up and pulling a remote out of his pocket. He pressed a button on it and the wall in front of him rose.
The girl made so much noise that he could tell exactly where she was. Shouta just kept walking, opening walls as he came to them.
He could hear her getting closer. Not much time left.
The last wall slid up to reveal the girl. She screamed and tried to pass him. Shouta simply held his leg out, tripping the uncoordinated girl. She hit the floor face first, causing her to go unconscious.
"And here I thought I was going to get to play with you for a little while longer. Guess not," he said picking Osaka up over his shoulder.
Her pressed another button on the remote, causing the entire maze to rise. Shouta sat her down on his table and flipped off the lights.
Osaka awoke to the sounds of metal scraping together. She looked around, foggy eyes seeing nothing.
Suddenly, a sharp pain bit into her arm. Her body woke up immediately, and she looked down at her body. She screamed when she saw the metal chains holding her against the table.
"Good morning, mouse," said a voice next to her.
Osaka looked at him. Shouta sat in a chair sharpening two knives. A slash was made up her arm. The man held up one the knives, dripping blood.
"Time for my fun," he said, standing.
"Why are you doin' this?!" Osaka yelled in fear.
Shouta looked at her. "To bring myself pleasure. Why else would I?"
He stabbed the knife into her stomach.
Osaka's body attempted to shield itself, but it was held down by the chains. She couldn't talk from the pain, and blood began to leak from her mouth.
Shouta left the knife and sighed happily. He walked over to his tool box and retrieved a needle from it.
"I'm always open to experiments," he said as he injected to contents of the needle into her arm.
The pain began to dull shortly after.
Shouta stood and retrieved another item from his box, hiding it behind his back. He walked back to Osaka to see that his injection had taken effect. "Good... I wouldn't want you dieing on me for this," he said, pulling the small saw out from behind his back.
He brought it down on Osaka's arm. Osaka stared at it in terror, but she was still unable to talk, and she couldn't feel the pain as Shouta began to saw through her bone.
Blood flowed out of the open wound as Shouta pulled the saw back up. He looked down admiringly at the damage he had caused. The man picked up the disembodied arm and put it in a box to be incinerated.
"Does it hurt?" he asked. "It shouldn't, yet. Once it wears off, though, I'll be sure to make you feel that pain. He laid the saw down and sat, waiting for the injection to wear off.
Osaka tried to move her arm, but it was gone. She began to cry. She really was going to die. A dull throb could now be felt in her arm.
Shouta smiled as he saw the expression on her face. "It's starting to wear off."
He picked up the blood-soaked saw and walked back over to the helpless girl.
"Next..." he mumbled as he set the saw blade upon Osaka's right leg.
Her screams were never heard.
The next day, the remaining girls gathered in their homeroom. "Has anyone heard from Osaka?" Yomi asked. It was a unanimous "No". The bell rung, and the four took their seats. The room seemed... empty without Tomo and Osaka.
The door slid open, allowing a man that seemed in his mid-twenties to enter. He had short black hair, gray eyes, stood as tall as Sakaki, and wore a business suit.
He walked up to the chalk board and began to write. When he finished, it read 'Fujake Masaru'. The four girls immediately recognized this name, but said nothing.
Masaru stood behind the desk and cleared his throat. "Tanazaki-san is on leave for the week, so I will be your substitute."
Any who paid close enough attention could see the half smile on his face.
Keshi-sama: There's something wrong with this story, I know. It's just... bleh. Well anyway, Shouta has become the girls' substitute teacher! Current Girl Count: 2 down, 4 to go. Reviews are welcome!