Move!
Move!
Move damn it!
A pulse. After that, a cough.
"Gahaaaaak!?"
Immediately I sit up, trying to cough out the blood stuck on my throat. Noticing my fist on my chest for a moment.
"... Hehe..."
I succeeded. It's a really dangerous gamble, but I managed to do it!
Mob-Fu Ultimate Technique: 10-Minutes Heart Break!
A long time ago, since I was a child, I actually felt very frustrated at my parents always trying to look at me all day. I'm even contemplating faking my own death so I can be free.
It's why I made my own techniques as a mob. Techniques that will further strengthen my cover as a mob. I call it as the Mob-Fu Series!
One of the technique I made is this one. It's just stopping my heart by finely controlling my magic power to act as replacement for the beating of my heart. It will look like my heart has stopped, and only my brain and my heart will continue functioning.
Actually, it's supposed to only affect my heart beat. Though, Rose actually tried to check my pulse, and even hold onto me. I also have to actually receive the hit just to be sure that Rose won't be hit by the sword strike.
So I limited my control to only my heart and brain. Anything else has been left so I can emulate a corpse. That's really dangerous. I am not aware of anything happening on my surroundings as even my hearing and my senses is becoming blurry at that time. I just tried to wait out until the last moment before trying to make my heart beat once more.
"... Ow... I feel so weak..."
Right. I lost a lot of blood. I only managed to protect my heart and my brain after all. In fact, I still feel like puking somewhere.
I'll just go to a bathroom first and take care of this sickening feeling in my stomach. Then, I'll check everything out after that.
Sherry runs. Tears are flowing on her eyes as she got to the Principal's Office. After getting there, she immediately hid below the principal's desk as she clutches the book she is carrying. Curling up to herself.
'She's dead! She's dead! SHE'S DEAD!?'
She can't believe it. The person she admires. The girl who has given her a courage. The one who she can relate to the most.
Arisa Frelldyll is dead!
Earlier this morning, she didn't say anything and took the book and the artifact that she has been researching. Wanting to visit Arisa for a moment to gaze at her briefly, before going to the library. Who would have thought that she will get there, and already something bad has happened.
And she is there watching it as she peeks on the room. Seeing the men being busy with Arisa's classmates who seems to have gone in a frenzy after she was slain.
She have the thought of charging in and trying to sneak attack those men, but in the end, she chose to run away.
Regardless of how much she admires Arisa, in the end her cowardly nature gets to her. She felt incredibly angry at herself, and sorrowful at the death of someone she admires.
She didn't notice the sound of creaking, and the footsteps that are getting closer to her. Her hics and sobs are a bit audible that the person who entered within seems to have heard her and are getting closer to her.
She only managed to noticed it when she raises her head to see a pair of crimson eyes staring at her.
"Eeeeek!?" She immediately tries to cover her face with the book she is clutching.
"Relax, I'm not with those terrorist."
Hearing a voice that sounds a bit younger, she slowly looks up and finally processed that the person looking at her is actually a black haired beauty who is staring at her.
"You should try holding your voice more if you don't want to be caught."
Seeing the calm expression of the girl wearing the same school uniform as her, she sighs softly before wiping the tears from her eyes.
"There is no one in here, so I think we are in the clear." Claire said before looking at her. "By the way, did you see a purple haired girl? She is approximately at this height!" Claire asks while lining up her hand a bit lower than her chest.
She recalls the body lying on the floor bathing on their own blood, causing her to freeze up before quickly tearing up.
"A-arisa..."
Claire tenses up as she raises an eyebrow at the expression of the pink haired girl.
"Do you know her?" She asks as she takes a step forward to look at her straight.
"She's..."
Claire feels a bit more nervous as she waited for her to say it.
"... she's gone... I can't save her..."
Her eyes widened after Sherry said that. Causing her to take a step back.
"... What...?"
"I saw her body... they... they killed her!"
"No..."
"I can't do anything about it..."
"Impossible... it can't be..."
Claire's widened eyes slowly turns extremely cold as she gritted her teeth. Then she quickly turns for the door. Walking hurriedly to get outside.
"Where are you going!? It's dangerous out there!"
Claire continues. Slamming the door shut after passing through the door. Now Sherry is left alone.
"What should I do...?" She muttered under her breathe, still feeling confused and scared about all of this. Though her eyes slowly glances at the book she is clutching.
"Useless! All of you!"
"Guaaaaaa!?"
Another person clad in black fell to his sword as he vent his anger.
"W-we t-tried to minimize the casualty... they just suddenly rampaged when we gathered them up on the hallway...!?"
"Imbecile!"
Another fell to the masked man's blade. His shoulders heaving before he clutches on his chest.
"Tsk... it's throbbing..." He muttered to himself, before taking a seat on the chair.
The other guys in a black robe were trembling as they look at the masked man. All of them are standing upright and not trying to make any unnecessary noises.
Only someone seems very confident as they suddenly slams the door to this campus and saunters on the room with a gaze of an arrogant dog.
"How was it?" The man asked. His voice sounds a bit tired but still seems to be dignified enough beneath that mask.
The arrogant looking guy looks around and let out a whistle. "It's going fine. We're managing to round up the whole school. Nevermind that, you seem to have gone on a rampage. Did something go wrong?"
The masked man grunted. "Everything is going wrong! You and your stupid antics... I want the artifact. Where is it!?"
"... We're close to finding it. Really. You need to calm down!"
The tip of a sword suddenly presses itself onto his throat, causing his to clamp up and stop continuing on his words.
"My plans are being ruined because of you screwing around. Do you want to become a part of these useless corpses, Rex?"
The now named Rex has a cold sweat on the side of his cheek as he takes a step back. Raising his hands for a bit in defense. "Okay, I'll look into it. Seriously, I will!" He said.
"Make sure you do, or I'll separate that head of yours to your body!" The masked man grunted before taking a sit once more.
Rex looks around for a moment, before letting out another whistle. "There seems to be lesser people here..." He muttered under his breathe, though seeing the glare that the masked man is directing to him, he decided to just shut up and leave the room while gesturing for the other dark hooded people to follow him.
While that is happening, Rose is staring on their direction with a narrowed gaze. She and most of the students has been tied together and huddled in groups just in front of the stage of this campus.
A lot of the black hooded terrorists are guarding them. Their eyes are not even living their form. If one of them tries to move suspiciously, they will be killed quickly.
So the others has simply decided to lean together as they waited for their opportunity.
She glances at the others, noticing that while some are looking very down or have an expression of despair on their faces, the majority of the people are glaring on the hooded people around them. There is a cold fury within those cold glares they are directing to these terrorist.
'Soon...' She tries to hold onto that hope. The hope that they can reverse this situation somewhat.
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