DanganRonpa:

I'll Dance On Your Grave

(Author's Warning: This chapter contains violence, and blood. Please do NOT read if you are easily squeamish.)

Chapter 10:

Kyoko's P.O.V

"Damnit... those idiots better have her by tonight..." I sighed to myself as I drove down the road in my police vehicle. I couldn't help but think about that close call I had with my husband earlier. I thanked the lord we didn't have a camcorder. Still, If I found out it really was Toko, then I'll skin her alive!

"I swear... Calm down Kyoko calm down..." I mentally reminded myself as the blur of trees on either side of me flew by. I was worrying about this. I was sure those girls would have her by tonight. They may not be the brightest bunch, but they sure knew how to get their asses in gear. Especially with some persuasion.

Ring ring! Ring ring!

"Oh? Who's calling me now?" I asked myself as the sounds of my ringtone went off. I bet it was Junko and them. Did they finally catch her? Hot damn that was quick! With a giant smile on my face, I quickly reached into my pocket, and pulled out my smartphone.

"Hello?" I casually asked the voice on my phone. This was it!

"Hi dear." A familiar masculine sounding voice on the phone answered me. Like that, my high expectations were immediately drowned out as I let out a huge sigh. It wasn't about him calling me of course, it was the fact that it wasn't those damn girls!

"Yes dear? What's going on?" I asked my husband over the phone. He sounded in high spirits, so I had a feeling something was going on. Was it something going on with our home? His job? What was so important that he had to call me while I was making my normal rounds?

"Jerry's teacher is here. He came here with a bunch of binders and wanted to talk about Jerry!" My husband told me, a certain hint of joy in his voice. Wait, which teacher was he talking about?

"I'm sorry honey, his homeroom teacher?" I asked him, my mind far from thinking about who taught my son. To be brutally honest, that was the last thing on my mind.

"No! The Honor's program teacher. Remember? Heh, getting a little short term memory loss huh?" I heard him chuckle over the line. Oh yea, that one teacher who could open up a whole bunch of opportunities for our son! Obviously, this was important to me as well.

"Heh, I might be! But yes dear, you're right." I told him over a the phone, another sigh escaping from my exhausted lips. "Listen, I'm really busy, could you call back a little later?" I started to tell him over the phone. Unfortunately, I could hear the sounds of the phone moving, so obviously my husband was no longer on the phone.

"Hi mommy." I heard a soft male voice over the phone. Darn. There's no way in the world I could hang up on him. So, I shook my head, and replied back to him.

"Hey son, listen, I'm really busy... Your mom is doing her daily rounds." I started to trail on. The words just couldn't escape my lips. And to my horror, I'd soon find out why.

"But I really want you to talk to my new teacher! He's totally cool!" I heard him say. I could feel a disgusted face forming. Not because of my son by any means, but rather, the inconvenience of this entire thing. I was out searching damnit! "Here! Just say hi to him!" I heard him say.

"Howdy Sheriff." I head another grown male voice say. Oh, this must've been his teacher obviously.

Letting out another breath, I did my best to be polite by saying; "It's truly an honor to meet you Mr...?" I trailed on, I didn't exactly know his name yet.

"Makoto. Makoto Naegi." I heard a stern voice tell me. And like that, my whole body felt a surge of energy ricochet all over. On instinct, I quickly floored the break on my police cruiser, and came to an immediate stop on the outside of a random home. Oh no way in Hell. NO WAY IN HELL.

"E-Excuse me?" I held the phone to my ear as tight as I could. No, no I was absolutely imagining this! That Makoto Naegi? That SAME guy we've been looking for? And he was with my family?!

"I have to tell you sir. It's been a real pleasure meeting your family! You have a wonderful son with a bright and promising future." I heard him say nonchalantly. Where in the hell did he get the right to impersonate a teacher?!

"What in the absolute burning Hell do you think you're doing?" I asked him, my breath caught in my throat. I had to use both of my hands to keep my phone from shaking. Or rather, my whole body from shaking. I had to focus on this! "Why the fuck are you with my family!?"

"We'll see you soon Sheriff!" I heard him chuckle over the phone. I could tell by that tone that he was fixing to hand up the phone.

"No wait! Don't you hang up!" I did my best not to yell. But my words had little effect. Click! I heard the sound of a button being pressed as I had lost connection with them. Oh my god.. Oh my god!

"Shit...! Shit!" I began screaming to myself and beating on my steering wheel. I wasn't focused on anything; just beating my hands on the steering wheel with all of my might. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" I began yelling as I pressed my hands down onto my hair. This was bad! No, bad was an understatement! I wasted no time in putting my hands on my gear shift, and then flooring the pedal. I had to get home! I absolutely had to get home!

I could feel and hear my tires squealing as I began blazing down the country road. Sixty... Seventy... I was going around eighty miles per as I drove. Everything, and I do mean everything was a blur as I raced against time itself to get home. I had to make sure everyone was safe!

"Damnit Naegi.. I'm gonna make sure no one ever finds you! I'm going to rip you a new body goddammit!" I cursed over and over to myself as I bobbed and weaved around the curves in a road. I could've sworn my heart stopped from the sheer pressure that was rushing through my mind.

It took four, maybe five minutes to finally turn onto my home road, and speed down it. As the sound of gravel and rocks flew every direction, I quickly put my car in park, before jumping right out of it, and bolting towards the front door. In a flash, I slammed my fist so hard into the front door, that I feared that I'd punch it right off its hinges. My heart was beating a mile a minute as my husband quickly ran into the room. A look of confusion filled his face as he started to speak to me.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Where's our son?" I quickly asked him in response. Surely, he would've been stupid enough to tell him right?

"He took him to the school to fill out some paper work with the other teachers. I was gonna stop on by as soon as I put some clothes on."

"God damnit!" I shouted as I quickly turned my back to him, and raced to my car once more.

"Who is he?! What's wrong?" I heard him ask me. But his words were blurred beyond belief. My adrenaline was pumping so hard that I feared that I'd pass out right that moment. Jumping back into my car, I quickly slammed the door shut, before throwing the car in reverse. I could hear the sounds of loud tire squealing as I slammed the gas pedal to the floor. "Who is that man?!" I could hear my husband shouting as he started towards my car. It was easy to see a look of fear on his face as my car finally gave in, and started speeding back out onto the road. I put the car in drive, and raced down the road.

It took about four minutes to get to the school at the rate I was driving. I pulled into the parking lot, and raced out of my car once again. I blitzed towards the front door, and began shouting his name as loud as I could.

"Jerry!" I shouted as loud as my lungs would let me. My shoes made numerous clicking noises as I ran through every which hallway in this one story school. Peering into every classroom I could, I could feel tears and sweating polluting my face as I desperately tried to seek out my son. I spent five, or maybe ten minutes checking every room and supply closet in the school. But to no avail, it was futile; my son was not here.

"Jerry!" I shouted again as I ran back outside. Naegi had lied to my husband. He definitely wasn't taking my son to school. And if that were the case, then where'd he take him?! I was hyperventilating at the point as the numerous ill thoughts made their way through my mind. I gripped my head as sweat and tears began staining the ground beneath me. I have to drive around to the playground! Yea! My son was definitely there right! That was definitely part of the school!

"Mommy is gonna save you!" I said aloud to myself as I ran back to my car and yanked the door open. What I didn't see however, was the silhouette of a young man in the back seat. The moment I put my hands on the steering wheel, a hard metal pipe made contact with the back of my neck, followed by a loud THUD! And me passing out into the darkness.

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"...Huh?!"

My eyes immediately bolted awake as my consciousness came back to me. The first thing that I immediately noticed, was that I was bent over what appeared to be a school desk. I also felt a cold breeze brushing past my legs and waist. Upon realizing that, I came to the conclusion that I was stripped naked from the waist down. A warm liquid escaped my mouth as everything was covered in a blur. Which didn't surprise me; that metal object did hit me pretty hard. But that was the least of my worries.

Looking around, I appeared to be in what looked to be an abandoned house or shack, I really didn't care about the details so trivial like that. What I did care about however, is that I no longer was in my car. I was no longer at Jerry's school. And that wasn't the scariest thing that I've come to realize.

Pressed firmly, but slightly in between my butt cheeks, was something cold, and metal. Based on the shape, and the form it took, I quickly came to the conclusion that a handgun was pressed against my asshole. And the sheer thought of that made my blood run ice cold.

In front of me, was a chair, with something on it. What was that something? I couldn't tell you. It was covered by what appeared to be an old blanket. With my thoughts still in a haze, I struggled to get free of whatever binding was holding my arms, legs, and head in place.

Thump! Thump! I heard slow approaching footsteps. Trying to maneuver my head to look behind me, I looked with my eyes as far as they would go, and instantly recognized the figure of Naegi standing in the door.

"Oh no! Noooo!" I instantly cried out as tears began to run down my face. What in the world did he have planned for me with all this stuff? "Please! Please!" I continued to cry out as I struggled against my bindings. As I cried though, I could hear him slowly stepping towards me, his arms crossed, and his face covered with a monotone stare. Almost as if he were devoid of emotion.

"Does... that hurt, sheriff?" Naegi told me. Based on where his voice was coming from, I figured out that he was standing right next to my exposed rear. What did he plan to do? Violate me instead?

"Come on, I thought you were an ass woman, ya know?" I heard him tell me. I wasn't focused on his words though. My attention was focused around my son of course! I swear to god if he did anything to him I'd hunt him down like the dog that he was.

"Where is he you psychotic fuck?!" I asked him through gritted teeth. I had to do that to prevent my emotions from going out of control. And for the most part it worked. Unfortunately for myself, that was a very bad idea on my part.

I heard him place one hand on my butt, and another on what appeared to be the gun. With one forceful motion, I cried out in pain as he attempted to shove the barrel of the gun deeper, and deeper inside of my ass. I squeezed my knuckles in pain as he shoved it in as deep as my body would allow it.

"I'd be real careful about how you talk to me, sheriff." I heard him tell me, his voice changed from his recent monotonous tone, to a harsh whisper. It hurt, but it didn't hurt more than not knowing where my flesh and blood was.

"What have you done to him? Where is he?!" I asked him, doing my best to keep my anger from boiling over once again.

"By him, I assume you mean your son, right?" He asked me, stepping away from my incapacitated body. Well no shit, who did he think I was talking about? Of course I meant my son. "He really is a joy to be around. So young, very sweet. So innocent. Truly unaware of the harsh reality of the world we live in. I mean, can you imagine?" He asked me.

"I-Imagine what?" I asked him, tears pooling on the desk below me. What did he mean by that?

Like that, I watched him walk around me, and bend over my body. Like that, I felt his hand on my ass, and another on the gun once more.

"Imagine if, someone did this to him." And like that, the sound of skin giving way to the barrel of the gun reverberated in the air, along with my screams of pain.

"Gyahh! Ahhhh!" I clenched my ass as the force of the gun violated me.

"Someone like Celeste." He said again as he rammed the gun deep inside of me, before yanking it back out.

"Or Sayaka. Or Toko." He jammed the gun into my ass with every name he said. I bit down on my lip so hard, that it began to bleed. So now tears, saliva, and blood were all making a puddle underneath my ugly face. I was in so much pain that the room appeared to be spinning. But I couldn't pass out now. Not before he told me where my son was.

"Or more likely you! You sick! Perverted! Rapist!"He jammed it into my ass with every word of his in that sentence. I had little doubt in my mind that I was bleeding profusely from my butt at this point. It hurt. I could hardly breath, much less form a coherent word as he seemed to be drunk off of his own anger.

"Deep deep deep!" Every time he said deep, he jammed that metallic torture device inside and out of my rectum, I struggled to flail, or do anything that wouldn't render me completely helpless. But it was futile. He didn't seem to care that I was attempting to struggle. "Deep! Fucking Deep! Deep as you can go! Deep!" He shouted over and over, sounding like a maniacal person.

"Jesus fucking J-Jesus!" I gasped in pain as he finally pulled the gun out for the umpteenth time. To my relief, he didn't shove it back it. With that, I began openly sobbing and crying aloud. I didn't care what happened to me, all I wanted, was my son back, safe with his father. Or at least, away from this psycho.

"P-Please! Please..." I began sobbing in between words. Despair coated my body as it went limp on the desk. "Sir! Sir..." I struggled to talk. Was there any chance of me getting through to him somehow? "He's just an innocent boy! He didn't do anything wrong. Please spare him." I begged and pleaded with her.

I watched him turn away from me, and fiddle with what appeared to be a rope for a few seconds. Like that, I watched as he turned around, kneeled down towards me, and with a melancholy look on his face, say the following;

"So was I."

And with that, he began running the rope past my body, and what appeared to be the figure cloaked in that rag. At that moment, it hit me like a ton of bricks. My mouth went slack jawed as Naegi began tying a rope around what appeared to be a small hand.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked him through blurry eyes. No way. Absolutely no way that it's who I think it is. It was impossible.

"That chair will be moving soon. Hopefully you manage to get out of the rope before it gets too close to you." He told me, his gaze overlooking me, and whatever was in the chair. What did he mean by that? The chair was going to move? What in sam hill did that mean?

"Please! Please let me go! I'm a god fearing woman! I have a son! And a husband! Please don't do this! I have a family!" I began telling him. I must've sounded hysterical at this point. But in the back of my mind, I knew that he did not give two shits. He absolutely was not listening to me. And I prayed that that wasn't the case. "Please! Please I'm begging you, we can work something out, I promise!"

"Sorry sheriff. It was... fun while it lasted." I heard him say. With those final chilling words, I heard his footsteps slowly fade away from me, as he left the shack. I was now completely alone with whatever was underneath this chair.

"Naegi! Naegi! Please! I'm so sorry! Please help me! Please don't do this to me!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. But it was no use; I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore. He must've completely left me by now. The sound of light crunching footsteps could be heard as I struggled against my bindings.

"I will...! I will find you! I will get out of this! You're dead! I will rape you to death! I will kill you! Just you wait!" I started shouting obscenities. After all, he was away from me right? There was no way he could hear me.

My fears were confirmed. I watched as the cloth began to move, and underneath it, the horrifying sight of my son came into view. His face was bloody, and he had a scared look on his face.

"M-Mommy?" I heard him ask in a scared voice. I wanted to cry again, but then one horrid thought came back to mind. Something that I forgot in the midst of my vile yelling.

The rope was still attached to his wrist.

"S-Son! Jerry! Don't move! Please don't move!" I begged him as loudly as I could. This only egged him on. And with that, I felt my heart drop into my feet as his eyes widened.

"M-Mommy! I'll help you!" He said, and with that, he stumbled of the chair, and raced towards me.

"Jerrrrry!"

Bang! Bang bang bang!

My vision quickly faded into the darkness as the gun lodged in my ass started going off. It didn't stop at one. It continued firing semi-automatically, firing over and over into my ass, and through my face. The last thing I saw before fainting, was one of the bullets penetrating Jerry's forehead.

Naegi's P.O.V

"It's over."

I sighed as I stretched my arms upwards. I heard everything. Everything from Kyoko yelling obscenities, to the sound of the bullets going off, and killing Kyoko. It was done. I was finally free.

"Oh, it looks like I should go and tell my parents what happened to me. Maybe I'll make up something about a mafia or some other. Who knows?"

I shrugged before slowly making my way out of the forest, and back into civilization.

-END-

(A.N: Thank you everyone for sticking throughout these years with my little fanfic. I had a blast writing it. And, depending on how this does, I may make a I'll Dance On Your Grave 2, just like the second movie. Who knows?)