Nothing was ever like the movies. See, in movies you're guaranteed nine times out of ten someone is going to live. Nine times out of ten, you're like, "that's it?" Nine times out of ten you won't suck ass so hard.
Ten times out of ten, life throws you in the dark and then socks a good one up your alley, and then everyone expects you to walk away scathe free. Yeah right. Why couldn't it ever be like the movies?
"You looking for Yukisato's boy, aren't you?" standing in front of them was none other than the shady brain surgeon that got brain surgery when he made a bad comment about Kotarou to Tatsuki's face. Yup, the one and only and he didn't look so hot anymore. He didn't look hot at all. His face was puckered and pockmarked from the explosion. His hands were twisted and discolored from scar tissue. His clawed hand was wrapped around the softly arched handle of a cane to keep his bent body from keeling over. He wore a dark and dusty dress suite that had surely seen better days. This guy was a mess and what more? He should have been dead.
"What's wrong?" the doctor laughed, "seen a ghost?"
Oh well, I don't know. How about YEAH!!
"It's sad really. Look at me. I should be dead. After you were finished with me, and my tropical fish that cost a fortune, you went after Yukisato...Didn't turn out so good though, did it?"
I glanced at Tatsuki's curled fists. I willed him with all my power to wait, just wait for a moment.
"You guys played right into our hands. All three of you. What did it matter if I lost my life. I'd gladly sacrifice it again if I had to."
Tatsuki visibly relaxed, but I didn't. I was trying to will him again: do it, do it, do it. I chanted in my head.
But, Mr. Dark Eyed Bright Guy thought man was wrong and that it was time someone broke his bubble. "You're wrong," Tatsuki said.
Or maybe he wasn't.
The man's face brightened and lifted into an ugly grimace that must have been a smile. "I'm wrong?" he asked mockingly, "why do you think I'm wrong?"
"Kotarou no longer has his power," Tatsuki replied, "I do. Your plan backfired. Yukisato thought that after I collapsed Kotarou would take back the power that had leaked into to me. But, he didn't. he gave what was left of his power to me like the last time…See, your downfall was that you didn't know what kind of person my cousin is and…"
My stomach jumped into my throat, and I know Tatsuki was feeling the same way. The bitch hole
was laughing. Laughing. Harsh wheezing sounds were coming out of his throat and his face was screwed up worse than before. He was laughing hard and his eyes held nothing but pure evil humor. He was laughing at us. At our stupidity to think we had actually bested an underground organization of super psychics. These Super Psychics that murdered 'lesser vessels' for power and glory and the installment of others. It was like the X-Men up against The Brotherhood.
"Of course!" the doctor crowed, tears in his eyes, "of course. That plan backfired. But, Yukisato-sama had another plan. No, it wouldn't be as pleasant as the first one he thought up, but this plan was so much more fool proof. In fact, it was completely fool proof! So long as a vessel large enough to hold that amount of power came in contact with the body before anything else did, then he'd be able to take the overload! And even if a vessel not big enough touched the body first, all the vessel had to do was touch both bodies! HAHA!! Don't ask me how Yukisato-sama figured it out, but he did. The only doubt we had was whether Kota-chan--,"
Tatsuki cut the doctor off before he could say any more. Heat flared in his eyes and the doctor was airborne before anyone could think. His head hit the concrete with a sickening crack, and if he wasn't dead already, the disks in his spine burst through his torso like bullets of guts.
I threw up all over my shoes.
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