Dillon was sat at his desk in the library, after his sister and brother had left him alone to study or at least trying to, as he kept stealing glimpses of the girl behind the desk, who was rather attractive.
Dillon however was also contemplating just what the hell he was doing here. He was happy back home in the UK working as a combat medic. Then last year his parents told him of their intent to go to work in the Balkans, and of their intention to move the family to Japan.
So with some reluctance he left the services after 4 years and was now in university studying for his first year as a Pre-med student. Starting the long road to become a doctor and at 23 he has had a late start.
Looking back at the book on anatomy, Dillon was looking to references for muscular skeletal defects, the subject of his mid-term paper, and he was finding the subject dry and boring. Sighing loudly he muttered to himself. "Urgh…Wonder what the others are up to."
Getting up he walked over to the librarian's desk, to practise his rather awkward Japanese and also see if she wanted to go for coffee some time. "Ohayo gozaimasu," He said softly.
Turning around the girl looked him up and down and walked the short distance to him. "Can I help you?"
Giving his best grin he scratched the back of his head. "I know this is a bit forward of me but you want to grab some coffee later?"
With a small giggle the librarian smiled politely back to him surprised that someone would be so bold as to ask her on a date here of all places in truth she also felt a bit flattered. This was Daikatsuki Dillon-san! He was normally quiet, yet here he was, almost asking her on a date! "Yes, thank you very much!"
Dillon was about to talk some more, until some distant shouting was heard from outside of the library distracting him from his conversation. It was not the shouts themselves that distracted him, but the tone, more like a shrill scream of pain, a plea for help.
Looking back at the girl, he sighed again, knowing that curiosity would get the better of him urging him to look. "What's your name? I'll try and hook up later."
"Ichinomiya Kaede, Daikatsuki-san." the girl spoke in a respectful tone. "Are you going to see what all that commotion is about?"
Looking down and then back up again so he could lock his sharp blue eyes on her soft browns. "Yeah It's probably nothing… just some of the high-schoolers causing trouble again. I'll see you later Ichinomiya-san."
With that he waked back to his desk collecting his books, then stuffing them in his bag he turned around and walked into the hall, to see what all the commotion was about.
Walking along the hall Dillon suddenly had a shiver that fired off up his spine causing him to feel alerted. The trigger was a high pitched scream that drowned out into a gargle, which sounded like someone choking on their own blood? The sound echoing off of the long corridor walls drawing him closer to it.
Nearing the end of the corridor he heard the gargling turning into a groan and laboured deep breathing and the sound of something shuffling.
The sight that greeted Dillon as he rounded the corner was truly horrific and was burned into his mind for a long time after.
The hall was soaked in the arterial spray of the victim that was laid on the floor, her eyes wide in terror as the last of her life flowed out of her. She was weakly trying to fight off the man that was eating at her neck the sound of ripping flesh turning even the hardest of stomachs.
The feeling of rage built up in Dillon one that he had not felt in some time not since a few years ago when he witnessed some of the true horrors of the war on terror. His fists curled in to balls the knuckles white his nails biting into his palms. "HAY!" he shouted in a loud deep voice. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER."
He did not wait for the reply, as he ran at the man knelt on the floor, as he approached he reached the top speed of his sprint and drew back his foot he kicked out.
The sickening wet crunch was the sensation Dillon felt, as his foot connected with the man's temple, lifting him clear of his victim, causing him to land in an unctuous heap on the floor.
Dillon turned quickly to look at the girl. He recognised from his physiology class. She was called Mana, if he remembered rightly. Looking down and inspecting the wound he knew she was dead; her throat ripped out, arteries no longer pumping blood.
Keeling down he felt some remorse. "I'm sorry I did not get here sooner." Dillon remarked as he closed Mana's cold, lifeless eyes, with all her spirit and energy, drained away.
Getting back up he turned to the man now in a heap and staked over to him pulling him up by his collar shaking him violently. "WHY! You sick, fucking bastard! Why did you do that?! WHY?"
There was no reply from him at all. Looking him over, his skin had turned an ash grey devoid of any other colour. Looking at his eyes, they too lacked anything human, no colour, only empty white, the pupils non-existent.
Dropping the man, Dillon stepped back horrified at what he had seen. 'What the hell's wrong with you?!'
He shook slightly, only to be disturbed in his thoughts by the sound of a fluid gargling from behind him.
Looking round he saw something impossible; Mana was trying to get up and had rolled on to her front, slowly pushing herself back to her feet.
"What the fuck! You're …. You're dead, I checked you myself." he gasped out not understanding what he was seeing.
Taking a few steps closer to her he noticed the same grey skin and white eyes. The wound, no longer leaking blood, which would have been impossible given that her carotid arteries were severed. Dillon shuddered, as she shuffled her way past him, as if he was not there. Dillon could only watch in horrified silence.
After she had gone, Dillon was brought round by more screams and cries; this time from outside. Shaking off his shock, he stumbled to a window that overlooked the sports field. Only to be met by an equally terrible sight to the one he had just witnessed.
The whole sports ground was in chose with students running all over some running from students that were stumbling around as grey as the teacher and Mana, others on the ground getting attacked.
That was until he saw her: Lettie… His little sister! Lettie, leaning against a tree and one of those things near her. Not thinking what he was doing, instinct took over, the instinct to protect his sibling; he drew his bokken from its canvas bag. Picking up a chair, he heaved it at the window.
The window shattered sending shards of glass out into the sports field, followed by a flash of movement as a young man threw himself through the newly broken window out into the chaos that was rapidly unfolding the only thing on his mind was to get to his sister.
Lettie, god, Lettie. Was all Dillon could think, as he sprinted towards her. She was now backed against a tree sobbing and calling for him or Kyle. 'Fuck, Kyle! We have to get him too… then get the ever-living fuck out of here.' Dillon's mind was dividing in alldirections as he thought to where he was… But, first things first.
Closing the distance, his practice sword in his right hand drawing it back ready to swing at its target, the knee of the woman trying to attack Dillon's sister. 'Must not kill her only stop adversary.' The white oak connected with the back of her leg and Dillon could feel the bone snap under the swing, the woman collapsed, yet still crawled towards Collette oblivious to what he'd just done to her. "The hell?"
Dillon didn't stop. Instead, he used his momentum and grabbed Collette… dragging her away from what was sure to happen.
She screamed his name again this time in frantic despair. She must have thought it was the end.
She kicked and bucked, as Dillon threw her up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry then sprinted away with her. Not saying a word until he reached the safety of a far corner of the sports field.
Laying Lettie down, Dillon grasped her shoulders again, and she tried to cry out her eyes screwed shut.
"Lettie! Lettie, it's me, it's Dillon." Her eyes opened and her cries stopped. She looked me over in disbelief. "It's ok, Dillon's got you, little sis."
"D-D-Dillon." She managed to squeak out.
"Yeah it's me."
Her arms wrapped around his neck, as she held tight onto him. The same she did when she was young and had a nightmare.
"You came for me…"
"Always, little sis, always…"