Guns don't kill people, people kill people.
I'd just like to say thanks to everyone who is still reading this! And a special thanks to Marco, who has followed me through this through the beginning, and giving me death threats over his favorite character.
Their first instinct? Take the gun and run for it. Unfortunately, the demon seemed to have read their mind and locked the doors, cackling the entire time. "You're not leaving this room until the blondie dies! If not, I'll kill him in the worst way possible, and you two will be punished mercilessly!"
Makoto glanced down at Nagisa, who wept at their feet, saying, "Don't hurt me." The poor kid was hallucinating so badly it was unbelievable; he thought the entire world was against him and trying to kill him.
Rei hadn't done anything to hurt him, Haruka and Makoto knew, and Nagisa didn't believe his statement of 'I'll never hurt you' and killed him out of 'self-defense'.
"Haru." Makoto nudged the older male with his elbow. "We're gonna have to do it, aren't we?" His voice was barely louder than a whisper in the room.
Haruka was still focused on the gun, wondering how quick and painless it would be for Nagisa to be shot in the head. He remembered reading that death would come almost instantly if shot in the right place. What would happen if he missed? Would Nagisa still live, but be crippled? Would he bleed to death? Would his screams of agony and tears mix in with the blood? Neither of them had never seen or held a gun, much less knew how to properly shoot. The black-haired teen shook his head. "We have to. We have to make it short and painless, Mako. For Nagisa." He mumbled.
"I-I don't think I can…" Makoto looked like he was going to be sick. Nagisa's cries didn't help either.
"Please. If we don't, it'll be bad." Haruka bent down and picked up the revolver from the ground. It was cold and heavy. "We'll do it together, okay?" Haruka could feel tears welling up.
Makoto shook his head. "I can't. I've done too many bad things, and this I won't do." He backed away.
"Uh, uh, uh!" The demon giggled. "No backing out. The door's locked, so no getting out until he dies!"
Makoto's voice was now quivering. "I-I'll do it with you as long as I get to close my eyes…okay?" Makoto held Haruka's hand.
Nagisa sat on his knees, still crying. He was hugging himself and mumbling something. "Don't…" He was staring at the tile floor.
"Together on 3?" Haruka could feel a warm tear fall from his blue eyes. The gun was pointed directly at Nagisa's head. It was in the middle, so hopefully it would hit him and kill him instantly.
Makoto helped hold it steady. He was hyperventilating and his knees were weak. He kept telling himself, 'Nagisa doesn't know what's happening. He wouldn't feel a thing.'
"One…"
The room was quiet except for Nagisa's cries.
"Two…"
Haruka and Makoto held their breath.
"Three."
Bang.
Nagisa's head shot back and he fell over. He wasn't moving and blood trickled out. "Is…it over?" Makoto opened his eyes and looked at the small figure and fell to the ground.
"Yes, Mako, it-"
"Wagh!" Haruka and Makoto's head shot up and focus shifted back to Nagisa.
He was twitching, and the wound was now visible as he was crying in agony. The bloody hole was small and far away from the center of his head. 'We missed?! How is he still alive?' Haruka started to panic. Nagisa had been shot in a non-fatal place, and since the bullet was so small it caused little damage. He was screaming in pain and agony, clawing at the wound.
"Nagisa!" Haruka ran over to the boy and scooped him up.
Nagisa couldn't say anything, but he kept screaming. "M-Mako. Hand me the gun."
Makoto hesitated, but handed it over. Haruka looked down at the crying boy and raised the gun over his head.
Whap
The butt of the gun made Nagisa's skull make a sickening cracking sound as Nagisa went limp in Haruka's arms. Haruka had used most of his energy just to make sure he'd bring the heavy gun down on the right spot.
"Is he, you know…" Makoto helped lay Nagisa down on the floor and help Haruka up.
"Yes." Haruka glanced down at his bloody hands. He kicked the gun away, making it hit the demon's body.
"Rude. Now that the brat's taken care of, I'll be taking these bodies~" It giggled, clapping and making the bodies disappear, leaving behind only their jackets. A picture of the owners had been tucked into the pockets.
The two sat quietly in the cafeteria at their table. The jackets had been put on Rei and Nagisa's chair, along with pictures they found.
"So…The gun's still there?" Makoto looked down at his hands.
"Yes."
"Along with another bullet?"
"Yes." Haruka looked at the empty chairs. 7 gone. 7 never to be seen again.
"Why?" Makoto put his head on his hands.
Haruka clenched his fists. "The bastard keeping us here wants us to kill each other with it. I'm not touching it."
"Me either." Makoto sighed, staring at Haruka. "How can you do this?"
"Do what?"
"Go through all this death, and not be fazed? You saw what happened to the others. Rin killed Nitori out of pure rage when he saw his plan. Gou committed suicide over the depression that followed. Miss Amakata killed Mikoshiba out of pity and fear after Gou's death. Now Nagisa killed Rei out of insanity. How haven't you snapped?" Makoto bowed his head.
Haruka shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's because I have the mindset that we're getting out of here. And I've cried and gone out of it a few times, Mako. I should be asking you that question." He cocked his head. "So how haven't you lost it?"
"I have." Makoto bowed even further. "I just choose not to show it. I've done bad stuff because of this," he motioned his hand over the empty chairs. "and it's driving me mad."
Haruka grabbed his hand suddenly. "You're fine, Mako. We'll get out of this. Together."
Makoto smiled and looked at his best friend. "You're right. We'll leave together and live happily ever after."
Makoto looked down at the gun in his hand. He swore to Haruka he'd never touch it, but it was too much. "I'm sorry, Haru." He took the gun and pressed it against his head.
"I'm so sorry."
And he pulled the trigger.
A/N: Ah...I just love cliffhangers. Don't you?