CLASSROOM TRIAL! IS IN SESSION!

Shenjo was quick to start.

"Murder victim: Soo Kim Jung, died approximately at ten thirty AM. Cause of Death: disembowelment, spinal severing, head trauma, and a sliced throat."

What is he? A police file? Kujo thought.

"The murderer," ? added, "Took advantage of Soo's Narcolepsy and our headphones to kill him."

"Are we sure he was narcoleptic? He could of just been stupid." Ari asked.

"THAT'S JUST DISRESPECTFUL!" Reon yelled, "Is what Miura would say."

"Both of you shut up," Shenjo interjected, "Do we have any leads? The trashroom was empty by the way."

"Not true!" Ari yelled while pulling out an object, possibly lead, heavy enough to have caused Soo's head injury.

"The knife that was in his back me and Shiro found in the Kitchen." Serena said.

"Who?"

"Me." ? responded, "I'm Shiro."

"There were cameras in the AV Room, but they were all disconnected." Eno claimed, "We also found this."

He pulled out a bloody baseball bat and threw it into the space inside the stands.

"Where'd you find that?" Shenjo asked.

"You really want to know?"

"Of course."

"Under the desk Thompson sat at when we watched those DVDs."

He said it like he had only seconds to live.

"IT'S NOT MINE I SAID!" Thompson cried out.

"Then why was it there?" Shenjo taunted.

"IT WAS PLANTED!"

"Really?"

The whole time, Kujo was watching the once again out-of-character Reon.

"Lets just convict Thompson the murderer." Shiro suggested.

OBJECTION BULLET: LOADED: FIRE!

"You're wrong!" Kujo called.

"Huh?"

"There's someone acting very uncharacteristically among us." He claimed while making his gaze towards Reon obvious.

"W-What the fuck you looking at?" Reon said, no confidence in himself.

"Reon Whetcher, I want to convict YOU of the murder."

"W-WHAT!? YOU FUCKING CRAZY!"

"Oh really? Then explain your absence at Soo's discovery."

"Huh?"

"You weren't around when we found out his murder."

"U-Uhh..."

"Was that to dispose of that lead bowling ball Ari has?"

"This is a bowling ball?" she wondered.

"The type for bowling video games." Shenjo confirmed.

"Or maybe was it to plant the baseball bat on Thompson? What about that scalpel in your pocket?"

"Scalpel!?" Everyone except Reon question in alarm.

"Shit!" Reon whispered, "I forgot about the scalpel..."

And to Kujo, "YOU HAVE NO FUCKING PROOF ASSHOLE!"

"Empty your pockets then."

Reon obediently produced a scalpel from his pocket and threw it next to the bat.

"H-How did y-you know?"

"Well..."

SOLUTION!

"... The cut in Soo's throat was small, but effective to kill; a cut a scalpel could easily make. And that bat swing and bowling throw were no rookie's skill either. A real athlete would've had to have made those. The knife was just a knife. That could have probably thrown us off longer by itself. But you signed your death warrant with the extras Reon."

"..."

Reon bowed his head; in shame.

"I'll never know then."

"What was that?"

"Then I'll never know if it's true!" Reon turned to Midorikuma on his throne, "IS IT TRUE GODDAMMIT!? IS IT FUCKING TRUE!?"

Reon collapsed to his knees and broke into tears, with no intention of revealing what 'it' was.

"Just do it already... JUST START THE FUCKING VOTE!"

And so it was done: Reon was found guilty, but without a unanimous vote(shockingly enough, Kujo was the one to not vote guilty, but for himself), and the red button showed.

GAME OVER

REON WHETCHER WAS FOUND GUILTY.

THE PUNISHMENT WILL NOW BEGIN.

Two bungie cords wrapped to Reon arms with no resistance, and the floor under him opened up to hang him over what looked like an Olympics torch. A tennis ball pitcher, softball pitcher, and baseball pitcher arose in a triangle formation around him and loaded up.

OLYMPICS GRAND FINALE

The pitchers started up and shot one at a time each and soon revved up to becoming chain guns of athletic sport balls. the pitchers' stands began to move in a circular motion as to evenly distribute each type of ball to all areas of his body. Their stands soon gave way to tennis rackets and baseball bats as they swatted and struck at him to knock out the balls imbedded in his skin. Through all this, the torch had sparked and the fire was slowly growing as Reon endure more athletic torture. Soon the torturous part ceased and the bungie cords let loose Reon's mangled body, dropping him into the torch's great fire. A ginormous flat screen depicted Midorikuma's face, and declared him the winner.

"YAHOO! TELL ME THAT WASN'T ONE OF THE BEST! I DARE YOU!" Midorikuma cried in a clear adrenaline induced rush.

"How much longer?" Kujo asked himself.

Later on, Shenjo went to Kujo's room.

"Why're you here?" a clearly upset Kujo asked him.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why do you vote yourself guilty?"

"... I don't know..."

"..."

"What?"

"Follow me."

The two went to the AV Room, where, in a too good to be coincidence sense, Reon's DVD was all alone.

"No!" was all they heard before: THWACK! THWACK!

And they were asleep.

SURVIVORS

9 People

8 People

7 People

TO BE CONTINUED...

So Iv'e been gone for a while and left this chapter with an error in it's survivor counter. But Iv'e fixed that and now i'm finally back after god knows how long to work on and finish this fanfic.