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'A woman? Yes I am and I swear to you now Mr Henderson you will find him. I don't care how many students die in the process. Do I make myself clear?'

'Yes ma'am perfectly clear' Mr Henderson hurried from the room processing this new information. The controller was a woman? It was almost impossible to comprehend. He shouted at a young technician for looking at him and sat down swearing loudly. It was time to begin the hunt.

There was another who had resumed the hunt. Kiriyama. He twisted uncomfortably, his burnt face smarting with every movement. He summoned up his energy to heal the burn. He started to shake and sweat dripped from his forehead. He couldn't do it. He couldn't heal anymore. If he died now he stayed dead. However many other people needed to die first. Namely, the idiot cracking a whip nearby. He strode off toward the sound.

Will Darragh (male student number two) sat on the wet ground. His Katana sword lay beside him. He looked over to James Parker (male student number one) and scowled. James was cracking his bullwhip against a nearby tree. He seemed unaware of the noise that this was making but that could have been because of the explosion. James had been closer to it than he had when it had exploded. Maybe his ears were damaged. He shouted over, 'hey nutjob, will you keep it down. I don't want to have to save your ass when some cold hearted bastard comes along and tries to kill us because he heard you cracking the whip.'

James didn't reply but turned and cracked the whip at Will's feet.

Will leapt up, 'oh it's on bitch', and grabbed his Katana. He didn't intend to hurt James just to frighten him a bit. That was when Kiriyama burst through the undergrowth and leapt towards him.

'Hello boys' he growled menacingly. His speech was disjointed, which was understandable since his vocal chords had been blown apart and put together again. One side of his face was burnt beyond recognition which also added to his speech problems. He still felt his old strength flowing through him. He had always been more than human in spirit. It was like being possessed. He felt the bloodlust rising inside of him. But there was something else. A new feeling that had never been there before. It wasn't quite loss but it felt like this time, part of himself would die as well. He shrugged off the feeling as if it were an unwanted cloak. It was time to end the miserable existence of these boys.

The figure stepped forward and spoke again, 'Are you prepared to die?' it said but in Japanese. Will got the gist though and raised his sword. James stepped forward and swung his whip. With a crack it struck Kiriyama across his unharmed cheek leaving a gash. Kiriyama barely recoiled while an ordinary person would have been struck off their feet.

'You shouldn't have done that foolish boy'

With a cry of rage he stepped towards James and struck him across the face. Will ran forward, sword raised, shouting obscenities but Kiriyama lashed out with a vicious kick without turning around. Will fell away winded. Kiriyama turned his attention to the cowering boy in front of him. He raised the boy's whip and struck him with it. He struck him again and again and again until thick bloody gashes were dotted around his body. James lay on the ground, arms raised in a futile defence, whimpering and crying. He was struck again across the face. He fell silent. Kiriyama raised the whip to strike once more. Will got up, grabbed his Katana and swung it into Kiriyama's arm. It barely cut through the flesh. It provided a significant distraction which saved James's life. As Kiriyama wrenched the sword from his arm by the blade and turned towards Will, James started to crawl away into the forest. Will was allowed the happy thought that James would survive before he died. Kiriyama grabbed the handle of the sword. There was a deep cut on his hand from where he had held the blade but it wasn't hampering him in any way. He swung the sword at Will, who ducked and fell over. He hoisted Will to his feet and could feel his warm breath on his face. He raised the sword and placed it against Will's throat. He saw Will's eyes widen as he slowly pierced his neck, felt his body's final struggles as his throat was cut. He ripped the blade across his throat and was greeted by a warm spray of blood across his face. Will's body convulsed for a few more seconds before he let it fall to the ground. He licked the blood from his face and walked into the forest in search of the other boy.

The one who got away.

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