Series: Evillious Chronicles
Fanfiction: Sui
Author: zealousrebelmaker (because all famous gamers have the suckiest usernames)
Pairing: Prim Rogzé / Anne Sui (not Swee, because it will destroy the definition)
Warning: Yandere themes, blood, gore, unsettling elements

Sui [swee]:
adjective, Latin
1. of his, her, its, or their own kind; unique

Chapter 8
(WARNING: DRUG MENTIONS, SEXUAL THEMES)

Prim

Anne's sitting there, petrified.

Did they notice me? Did any of them notice that I'm here? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...

I need to get Anne out of there. Anne can't move, and I quickly look around before running to a space near them, right behind a few trees. From where I am, I'm certain that none of them can see me, and everyone else will be too busy to even notice that I'm hiding behind here.

But I can't hear what they're saying.

I restrained a hiss of irritation.

I see Anne stand up and take that bitch's hand, the hand that I stepped on, and she's looking at it. She's worried. I can't make out the words she's saying, but she's obviously asking about its condition, and the other girl answers with a shake of her head. Anne's not scared anymore, rather, she's worried.

...

...That bitch's blushing.

I didn't think of this. I didn't think that she would actually appear before Anne as if she thinks that she even deserves to be around her. It's surprising that she can even last this long even after being injected with that- I thought that she would give way to her body within the week.

But she's shivering so much. And Anne's asking so many inaudible questions.

No.

No.

No no no no no no.

NO.

I need to get Anne out of there, now.

Anne's natural compassion and that drug doesn't mix. They don't mix at all. Should anything happen...

"...home! You should be resting at home!" I hear Anne's loud exclamations. Any pitiful thing will expose Anne's bleeding heart to the world.

"...fine. It's..." was all I could hear from that green-haired bitch. She's twitching. She's controlling herself from whatever her thoughts or her body wants her to do. And I hope she has enough self-control for that, because if she touches Anne...

Then, to my horror, Anne holds that girl's undamaged hand and insists that she get some rest, or she'll drag her to her house herself.

And that bitch slowly agrees, and they walk towards the entrance, and I make sure to follow.

I have every good reason to stalk them. If that bitch acts on instinct and defiles Anne, I'll never be able to forgive myself.

I texted Irina in advance about that girl's name and address, and what she got so far was that her name is Alma, and she lives at a nearby apartment. Before Anne and Alma can even get here, I've already bribed someone who works there to give me a card key to the 15th floor, and I key in the passcode to Alma's unit. I pick the lock, enter, make sure it's as if no one has ever entered in the first place and search for a place to hide.

I hate the place already. Does she live by herself? Where are her parents?

I hide in an unused cupboard in the kitchen, and I realise that it's the cupboard right below the sink. As I try to squeeze myself in-

"!"

I bump my head against the sink pipe.

Great.

Using the ends of the screws that keep the knobs and the wood together, I draw them close to me, enveloping myself in the darkness.

It doesn't even take long before they arrive. Anne's footsteps are more prominent because they sound faster, and Alma's footsteps are slower, lighter. From the sounds, Anne's kicking off her shoes and she stops.

"Wait, I need to put these together..."

"W-Why?" Alma's faltering voice comes next.

"These are Prim's," Anne laughs. "I need to take care of them."

...My shoes? All I remember is lending her one of my nightgowns, one of my dresses and some underwear.

It's alright though.

"O-Oh..." comes Alma's voice again. "Y-Y-You...really...ah...care for your f-friend, don't you?"

A chair's dragged away.

"Yeah. Prim's my best friend," Anne says, her voice full of warmth. "We've gone through a lot, but she cares so much for me."

Oh Anne...I smile to myself.

"I...I see..."

Then Anne asks another question.

"So it was you all along, Alma? You were the one with Genesia's phone...?"

"Y-Yes...M-My brother's in the t-t-telecommunications l-line, so..."

And then Anne asks a lot more.

"How did you get Genesia's phone? Why was it when I called, it was disconnected after his death? Then days after you stabbed Prim, the number becomes active again when I called it again, and you told me to wait for you in the park...?!"

"S-Sui-s-senpai, I..."

Anne's breathing in and out. She's trying to be calm.

"L-Let me explain..." Alma manages. "I...I...you know t-that I'm an underclassman w-who's in c-charge of the L-Lost and Found d-department, right, S-Sui-senpai...?"

"Yes...?"

Then Alma speaks again. "T-The day before G-Genesia-senpai's death, h-he passed his p-phone to me to get it fixed...a-and after his death, I...I disconnected the number b-because I don't w-want to be l-linked to h-h-his death...And then! A-A-And then! I...I was scared...paranoid...I needed someone to help...I saw A-Arth-s-senpai as a p-protector, and I was so crazed i-in eliminating competition...S-So I s-stabbed...R-Rogzé's s-shoulder, a-and-"

"Y-You don't do things like that!" Anne's cries out. "Alma, y-you can't just do things like that!"

"L-Listen! S-Sui-s-senpai..."

"Anne."

"A-Anne-senpai..."

"No, just call me Anne, it's okay," Anne says quickly. "W-What else is there behind all this...?"

Don't say it.

Don't you dare say it.

Don't let her know who I am...!

Silence.

"...A-Alma...?"

...

...What's happening?

"A-Alma, a-are you okay...?! Alma, talk to me! Alma!" Anne's voice comes, and it sounds borderline hysterical.

Then I hear breathing.

"...I...I see...I see why R-Rogzé...likes you so much..."

"A-Alma...!"

What's happening?! What the hell is happening?!

"R-Run. A-Anne, p-please...r-run...!" Alma pleads.

"Alma, what's wrong?! Alma, please, tell me!" Anne's crying out.

"L-Leave me alone! P-Please...!"

"I'll get a doctor! You stay right here!"

I hear Anne leaving the apartment, and the door's shut. Another silence fills the room, and then...

Alma stands up. I can hear the chair.

"...If s-she didn't r-run...If she d-didn't l-listen...I-I'm sorry, A-Anne...Y-You don't deserve...!"

I can't leave.

I can't leave yet.

And then I hear a very sickening moan.