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~Chapter Two~
"Hello," a man said, "It's your turn to die," Mitsuki swung round to face him. He was a tall, bearded man, with a bald head and ripped clothes. A homeless man, no less. Blood spattered his face. He held a knife against her throat as he whispered in her ear, "I'll try to make this as painful as possible, OK?"
Mitsuki was sppechless. She felt as if she had swallowed her tongue. She felt as if...as if this was going to be her last moment. Living, breathing and moving - all of the great things of life gone. And no one to save her.
She closed her eyes, hoping that it would be over soon enough. The man Pressed the knife harder into her throat, making her hold her breath. She stiffened up with every second that passed by, which seemed like forever.
Tears dripped from her eyes and onto the floor. Mitsuki looked at them and thought, 'I never realised how graceful they look, just like the rain this morning...just like the rain...' Her thoughts trailed off as she came back to reality, shivering and trembling. The knife pressed harder and a drop of blood trickled down her neck and onto her chest. No matter how much she wanted to cry and scream, her body wouldn't let her, too afraid to even think.
Outside, the sun was rising, people getting out of their beds unaware of what was happening to others. Mitsuki coughed as more blood started to trickle out. She fell to the floor, gasping for air. The man was laughing down at her, and soon her sight began to fade, everything only becoming a blur. 'What a sad way to die,' she thought, 'but at least I'll be with Maiya.' She managed a smile before she heard a loud crash and a dark figure burst into the room. Mitsuki lay still, not moving and her eyes closed.
The next morning came when the killer lay awkwardly on Maiya's bed and Mistuki still unmoving. The man in black, eyes closed and body still on the other side of the room was spread out on the floor.
The question is: Who lived and who died?
Next time:
"Hello," a man said, "It's your turn to die," Mitsuki swung round to face him. He was a tall, bearded man, with a bald head and ripped clothes. A homeless man, no less. Blood spattered his face. He held a knife against her throat as he whispered in her ear, "I'll try to make this as painful as possible, OK?"
Mitsuki was sppechless. She felt as if she had swallowed her tongue. She felt as if...as if this was going to be her last moment. Living, breathing and moving - all of the great things of life gone. And no one to save her.
She closed her eyes, hoping that it would be over soon enough. The man Pressed the knife harder into her throat, making her hold her breath. She stiffened up with every second that passed by, which seemed like forever.
Tears dripped from her eyes and onto the floor. Mitsuki looked at them and thought, 'I never realised how graceful they look, just like the rain this morning...just like the rain...' Her thoughts trailed off as she came back to reality, shivering and trembling. The knife pressed harder and a drop of blood trickled down her neck and onto her chest. No matter how much she wanted to cry and scream, her body wouldn't let her, too afraid to even think.
Outside, the sun was rising, people getting out of their beds unaware of what was happening to others. Mitsuki coughed as more blood started to trickle out. She fell to the floor, gasping for air. The man was laughing down at her, and soon her sight began to fade, everything only becoming a blur. 'What a sad way to die,' she thought, 'but at least I'll be with Maiya.' She managed a smile before she heard a loud crash and a dark figure burst into the room. Mitsuki lay still, not moving and her eyes closed.
The next morning came when the killer lay awkwardly on Maiya's bed and Mistuki still unmoving. The man in black, eyes closed and body still on the other side of the room was spread out on the floor.
The question is: Who lived and who died?
Next time:
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