Chapter 3
Running full speed down the corridor, it was no wonder they managed to crash right into the team while trying to reach the coach. They instantly saw the look on both of their faces, and even Tobitaka knew something was terribly wrong.
"What is it, what's wrong, and where's Endou?" Tachimukai asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, we could heard you two shouting from half a mile away" Kurimatsu said.
Gouenji looked at Kidou, unsure of weather too tell them. In reply, Kidou put his hand reassuringly and Gouenji's shoulder, urging him to go on. They were in the team, so they had a right to know what had happened to their captain.
"Endou's gone" Gouenji whispered simply.
"WHAT!" The team cried franticly. Kazemaru looked worried, Kabeyama looked like he was about to burst into tears, while Tobitaka just sighed.
"Well lucky him, he managed to escape from the building, now let's all start a search party" Tobitaka moaned "He got out and now your all acting like it's the end of the world"
All he got in response was allot of turned backs and angry stares, to which he simply got out his comb and deliberately ignored them all while brushing his hair.
"Were going to tell coach, because Endou wouldn't just leave without telling anyone. He's not that kind of guy" Kidou explained.
"Well what are we waiting for, let's go and find Endou!" Kazemaru exclaimed.
"Yeah!"
The feeling of freedom, the wind ripping across his body, the smell of wilderness filling his nostrils, and the sound of prey running in fear from him. Yes, they were scared of him. He could smell their fear; feel their blood pumping desperately through their frail bodies. A growl escaped from his throat. A deer, he could smell a deer, he could taste his next meal. Spotting its bolting shape, he gave chase, cutting effortlessly through the familiar environment. He caught up with the fleeing creature quickly and swiftly, loving the quiet squeals of protest that escaped its mouth as he pinned it down. Liking his lips he lunged his head into its side, listening excitedly to the cry of pain. It was a feast, as the blood filled his mouth, a luxurious taste that quenched his thirst, and the flesh was torn off, revealing the ribs. He effortlessly tore them out, ignoring the weak protest and struggles from his dying prey. Then the feast really began. His world was full of ripping muscles, broken bones and the delicious scent of blood.