[Replies]
@Yuki88: I hope you did well on your exams! And I hate Blake too.
@kurogumi: I hate him too.
@qweakb: I hate Blake too and thanks!
@chiqinna: Blake is just being an asshole, so that explains his reckless behavior (LOL). And thanks for the compliment!
@cisda83: I feel bad for them too and wanna help me sue Blake's ass off for his actions?
@mayuki_daisuki: Blake is just stupid and he's stupid beyond the word stupid.
@Chanaline: You say nothing strange or weird, so it's alright. His actions as a lieutenant is unacceptable and the definition 'asshole' does fit very well here with him. And oh, I can't promise you on that about Mayu being hurt and Jurina too...............
@K-popJ-popAWESOMENESS: Oh dear! You'll have to wait and see when Blake is going to get his little karma treatment mailed to his door. And er.... I think I should... hide... like right now... *hides under a rock* I know! Gomenasai about Kanon-chan!
@Llyloo: Well that's new here. You liking Blake, haha!
@mo-chan: I don't think it's going to get any better as we progress through the story (er, what I meant is it gets darker and darker as we progress through the story) and we'll have to see about Yuki here. Hang on there, mo-chan!
@Shinoki: *gives you moar ammo* I agree. I would've exploded if I were Takamina and killed Blake right on his spot.
@kahem: I'm with you there!
Seems like everyone really is beginning to hate Blake, LOL. Every single appearances he's been making = the more of an asshole he becomes.
You're all going to hate me after this chapter. So please don't kill me, LOL.
Anyway, school is almost over and that means more time to type my fiction! (as you can tell by the updates being a little bit faster now) I just got finals and the ACT to take and I'll be all set.
Enjoy the chapter-er... More like try not to hunt after me please?
[Chapter 19]
Thursday morning came by quickly than expected. After I had rested in my motel room for the night, at around seven o’ clock, I was on the move again. Right now it was exactly 7:17 AM and it’s considered the second day. The second day that my daughter is trapped in that hellish pit with no form of escape other than from outside help. And that outside help won’t come until I find out the locations to her whereabouts.
I slowed my car down on a certain sidewalk and parked the vehicle. My hands fumbled around with my seat belt and clicked it unlock. As I freed myself from the seat belt, I glanced to my left and right. Cars were running through the rainy, wet weather as usual. Pedestrians were minding their own business; many without umbrellas dashing for cover in hopes of escaping getting wet. The sky above all of our heads were dark just as they were yesterday. While glancing around, my heartbeat began to pick up its pace and beat against my chest rapidly. My hands were beginning to sweat on their own; the temperature within my body rising from such nervousness.
‘This is the third trial… The third trial I have to face in order to save Jurina,’ I mentally reminded myself. Truth be told, I’m scared. No. That’s not the word I was looking for… I was terrified. If the first two trials nearly got myself killed, then am I able to be lucky once again and survive through this predicament? Will I make it out alive? And what exactly will this trial have in store for me? The Origami Killer is such a sadistic figure, torturing the fathers of the children and the victim themselves.
My eyes dragged over to its right and saw through the wet front window of my car an entrance to a building. It was a blue door. A blue door that was abnormally painted among the brown bricked building that it was built with signaled that this was the destination I must go to. The destination that the paper has taken note of. Gulping, I brought my shaky left hand out to unlock the door on my left side.
When I opened it, I was met with the rain droplets from the dark skies above. Instantly I could feel the rain drenching my dark jacket. So without hesitation, I slammed the door closed and briskly walked over to the blue door. While I made my way towards it, I flicked my views to my surrounding. I wanted to make sure that there wasn’t anyone around me let alone someone that I know spot me entering this abandoned building. Licking my dried lips, I exhaled quietly when I saw that there wasn’t a single person that would watch me go inside of the building. So with a deep breath, I stopped by the front of the colored door. Hand almost in a robotic fashion reaching out to the fancy white handle of the door. Then in one motion, I pushed it forth.
I was met right away with those brown rats scattering around in the dusty and dirty use-to-be white tiled floor beneath my feet. A shudder ran through my body, hesitating whether I should take a step inside of the building. Although it was only the first floor with few furniture and crates scattered around and a stair straight up ahead, I could foretell that something terrible might happen if I continue on. Something dangerous. My stomach was probably doing multiple tumbling as a brief wave of nausea overcame my senses.
‘I-I can’t do this!’ I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. ‘I-I’m scared! I’m so very… very scared! What’s going to happen if I go in here?’
Though my mind was having a battle with itself, I swore my body moved on its own. It was like watching my body move in a movie. Clicking the door closed behind, I dusted my hands on my pant and without thinking twice, climbed up those stairs. I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t know exactly what I was doing. I was still having a raging war about what to do inside of my head as my body trended forth without question.
Going up to the second floor, there was a hallway that was seen on my left only. Turning my head towards that direction, I could see multiple windows on the right of the hallway. They were shining the sun’s light from outside into the isolated hallway. Dust was lazily floating in the air as the walls showed age by the decays. I scrunched my nose in disgust at such sight. ‘Guess this is what happens to an abandoned building that isn’t cared for…’
Before I decided to trend through the silent hallway, something caught my attention. Right next to my feet was a yellow lizard. No, not a live lizard. It was a porcelain lizard. And it looked new. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, I bent down and grasped a hold of it with my right hand. I examined it carefully and cautiously. The smooth feature of the object was felt against my skin. ‘Somewhat out of place in this kind of setting.’ Does that mean the killer purposely left this here for me? I brought the foreign item close to my right ear and shook it. Nothing was heard from inside the porcelain lizard.
Just to double-check, I threw the lizard harshly at the ground below my feet. A smash was heard resonating loud and clear in the silent atmosphere. A few pieces of the lizard scattered around as the body was split in half. Nothing appeared from within the object. I squinted my eyes as I stood back up. My eyes trailed over to its left from the ground and saw yet another lizard. This time it was in the color green though.
Curiosity got a hold of my mind once more as I reached out for it again. Bent down with the lizard at hand, I shook it. To my surprise, there was a metallic sound heard. It was as though a metal object was bouncing around the inside wall of the porcelain lizard. So without any hesitation, I smashed it open with a flick of my wrist. Instantly it broke in half and out came a rusty, golden key. I quickly picked up the object. It felt rough as though it hasn’t been used in years. Keeping it in my grip, I got back on my two feet once more and straightened my back.
I turned my body around and saw that further down the hallway was a dead end. There was only one room on the left as I slowly progressed through the dusty hall. It was a white door; easily seen to be worn out due to the painting showing strips of the door’s original wooden form. And right smack in the center of the door was a painted green lizard. It was fresh and new, hinting that the Origami Killer had purposely set up a guide for my sake. Frowning, I carefully glanced at the key at my hand. I looked right at the white doorknob and saw that there was a keyhole. Connecting the two together right away, I inserted the golden object and twisted it in a clockwise direction. A faint click resulted from my action.
Afterward, I pushed the door opened.
I was faced with an abandoned apartment room. The room was designed to fit a single person at the most. There was the main room, which consisted only a single, rusty table, metal chair and a touch screen device with the white play button in white bold outline standing right in the center of the table. The device looked as though it was urging me to come and click the only shape that appeared on the black device. Dust scattered heavily in this condensed room, making me nearly choke on the environment alone. Scrunching my nose, I saw the window at the far end of the small living room. It allowed the light from outside to enter in such lonely room. However, there was two huge wooden boards that was tightly plastered against the lower half of the glass; hindering it impossible to lift it open for some fresh air. Below the window was a heat conductor that stopped working long ago. To the very right of the living room was a single, dirty one-seat furniture.
To the left of the room contained two rooms. Before I decide to actually participate on what the Origami Killer wanted me to do, I went around for a little investigation. It doesn’t hurt to observe your surrounding and familiarize yourself in your environment. Better safe than sorry. So I walked right by the table that held the device and straight into the kitchen.
It was bare. Only the counters and their few broken cabinet door left either wide opened or shut tightly. On the left side of the wall, to my surprise, was a butcher knife stabbed cleanly within the wall. The tip of the blade dug into the faded dirty brown wall a couple centimeters. Just seeing it sent the chills down my spine as I ripped my attention away from the dangerous object. I don’t want to ever find out its purpose in this room…
The sink filled with nothing had a rain drenched window right behind it. Light came into the kitchen and wasn’t boarded up like the previous window that I witnessed. However, there was not a single lock nor handle that could pull the lower portion of the window from its original spot. Nothing to else to investigate within the kitchen, I decided to move over to the other room.
That room I entered in was the bathroom. And to be honest, it looked like a scenario taken from a horror flick. (Or to make it easy to describe, a Silent Hill-like setting) Broken glass cabinet above the sink on the right as the toilet stood on the opposite side of the sink. I glanced over at the cabinet closely and saw that the glasses were shattered. However, one could open it without much trouble if they were careful. Then there was the bathtub, which bear nothing of importance and use to me. ‘Not much to look around here.’ It’s easy to predict that running water isn’t available. Not much to do in this section of the room.
So I returned back out to the living room. As I came out, I took noticed of the broken television box sitting on my right. The black huge device leaning against the wall and on top of the small wooden dresser, its screen was broken beyond repair. Few shards is what remains left of the screen; attaching itself on the edges of the device. A small sigh left my lips. Then I flicked my eyes to the center of the room. Staring straight at the very device that I must touch upon.
I swallowed nervously as I approached the table. Multiple thoughts were running through my head as though a tornado has whipped them ‘round and ‘round my brain. Seating myself, I felt my heart racing. Each beat slammed against my own chest painfully, making me feel nauseous. My eye sights were beginning to barely blur out due to an incoming panic attack. ‘Calm down, Mayu,’ I tried to reassure myself as I stared at the play button. ‘You need to calm down and press the button… You have to do this for Jurina.’ At the moment I thought about Jurina, all fear vanished instantly and was replaced with uncertainty and slight bravery. All I had to do was push the tip of my finger against the device’s screen and see what happens next. I can’t jump to conclusion that fast either way.
Before I knew it, I had the screen of the device reflect myself. Actually, it was more like filming me. I saw the girl going by the name Watanabe Mayu staring back at me with her left hand cupping one side of her face. Her eyes were tired and slight shadows seen under her eyes. The perfect black bangs that was once an important and crucial feature of her face is disheveled and messy. My shaky breath came out of my mouth when I exhaled. The monitor in front of my face began to speak.
“Are you prepared to suffer to save your daughter?” The familiar, yet unfriendly, voice of the female figure was heard through the machine. I frowned at hearing the mechanical voice but instantly changed my expression into terror when I heard her next statement. “You have five minutes to cut off the last section of one of your fingers in front of the camera.”
Just as she had uttered those cursed words out, a huge, white bold numbers popped up onto the screen. To be precise, the timer was shown in front of the screen. It was flashing; awaiting for the speaker to finish talking to me. I stared at my right hand in disbelief. My eyes widen in horror at what I was forced to do upon my body. My heart pounded so hard that I could hear it with my eardrums. ‘I-I’m going to freakin’ amputate my pinky?!’ I screamed mentally in fear as the voice finally spoke her last statement. “If you succeed, you will get your reward.”
Then the timer automatically on its own began counting down. It didn’t seem like it wanted to patiently wait for me to be prepared for this challenge. Quickly I got up from my seat; pushing the chair back roughly as I stood up. Panic overrode my system. ‘What am I to do? Oh GOD, no wonder why the origami figure of that lizard stated that I had to sacrifice something… It was my FINGER FOR GOD’S SAKE.’ I wasn’t thinking clearly. My eyes were skimming around my surrounding, unsure of what to do. Heart beating against my chest to the point it nearly became unbearable. My breathing was uneven, coming in and out; full of terror and anxiety. Hands on both of my sides trembling and shaking violently with fear. The time was ticking down before me, mercilessly awaiting for the challenge to be completed.
‘Oh my god, I’m so scared. I’m so scared! Oh god, what should I do?!’
As I panicked, to my right, I saw something. I saw a metal equipment with its brown handle laying right on the ground. I didn’t think twice. Not wasting any precious time, I bent down to pick up the object. It was a saw; laying there on the ground as though it has been awaiting me ever since. I didn’t want to put it back down better yet believe that I might have to use this to saw off my finger (god forbids how much it hurts with its razor ends). So I took it with me and rashly threw it on top of the table right beside me.
After I had dropped off the rusty saw, I briskly walked over to the back of the room. To be precise, the left corner of the room near the non-working heater. Bending down I grabbed a piece of wood. It looked as though it had broken off from the wooden boards that was plastered against the lower portion of the dusty window. I didn't know why I picked it up but I didn't think straight and just carried it with me.
Quickly I rushed over to the table, throwing it right next to the saw as I went right by it. Proceeding forth, I saw an adjustable wrench with its green handles residing nearby the broken television. Keeping that in grip with my right hand, I saw a hatchet leaning against the cabinet on the right side. I gulped. Then reaching my shaky left hand out to it, I took the heavy weapon in my hand. And just as I was picking it up, I heard the haunting voice announce the time left for me.
“You have 4 minutes and 30 seconds left.”
I knew I don’t have much time. I have to hurry. And quick! Once I placed the two objects on the table, I hurried over to the bathroom. On the broken glassed cabinet, I carefully but in a fast pace opened it. There were two bottles residing inside of the cabinet. One was an empty medicine container. The other was disinfectant. As a doctor, I knew that the disinfectant would come in handy, so I took it off the shelf. While I took the dark brown bottle out of the cabinet, my eyes caught another object within the sink below it. There was a scissor. Frowning, I also took it with me for precaution. ‘It’s just in case… Just in case I need it for something…’
When I reached over to the desk, I glanced to my left. Through my viewpoint of the kitchen room, I saw the butcher knife stabbed against the wall. Not even thinking twice, I walked over to it. My trembling hands hastily wrapped around the brown handle and gave it a tug. It took a few tries before I could get the stubborn object out of the wall. I stumbled backward with the knife in my left hand. The heart behind my chest was pounding frantically when I noticed the tools I was slowly gathering isn’t going to make my life any easier. The only object that barely eased my worries was the disinfectant. But is it really going to be enough to ease the pain of cutting off my finger? I shook my head when I dropped off the knife.
Returning back into the kitchen, I rushed over to the opened cabinets. Skimming through them as fast as possible, I saw a bottle of whiskey. Seeing that, I grabbed it. I wasn’t going to drink this out of pleasure. I knew this was going to be vital if I ever wanted to succeed in this trial.
“You have 4 minutes.”
As I moved back to the table, I nearly tripped upon an iron rod. I tumbled forth a few steps before nearly crashing into the table. I shot a glance down to the foreign object. “What is this doing here?” I asked to myself while leaving the whiskey next to the saw. I was about to walk back into the kitchen when an idea popped to mind. ‘This is going to kill me, but it’ll help me on the long run…’ My hands reached down to grab the long, skinny object. Then I moved onward to the kitchen.
There was the rusty stove. I stared at the object in my hand before I turned one of the four dialer clockwise. To my surprise, there were some fuel left in the machine. Blue flames sparked up and was ignited. I lifted the rod up and placed the end of the iron right above the flames. I made sure the end of the rod was heated properly by twisting and turning it around a few times. When I saw the heated end become bright red and smell faint smoke from it, I retracted it from the heat. Turning it off, I made my way out of the kitchen.
“You have 3 minutes and 30 seconds left.”
Setting it on the table with the end away from the surface, I finally took my seat once more. Facing the device, I saw myself within the screen. The timer was still ticking downward as I organized the objects and tools that I had collected around the apartment room. I was breathing in and out rapidly, still feeling light-headed from the situation at hand. Flicking my focus to the whiskey, I knew what I had to do. I remember back in the old days, there were no anesthetics. Patients that undergo treatment and surgery were forced to bear the pain. And in hopes of at least dulling it, the medical experts had patients drink whiskey and alcohol. A drunk person means less agonizing reaction to pain. So tipped the flask up, drinking the content.
One gulp. Two gulp. Three gulp. Four gulp. As I drank the content, I felt my vision become hazy. My movement became slower and my mind process too was slowing down. Once I knew I was near my limit of the alcoholic substance, I set it down on the table roughly. I knew I was drunk, feeling so very carefree. However, my consciousness still knew the situation I was placed under. I felt as though I was watching my body move on its own; like watching a movie of Watanabe Mayu preparing for an amputation.
My hand reached out to grab the ax. My left hand took a hold of its handle and lifted it up.
“You have 3 minutes left.”
Taking the object in my hand, I had mixed emotions towards this. I somewhat didn’t care what was going to happen but at the same time, I was terrified. Terrified at the cost of what I was about to do. So I inhaled… And exhaled… Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… Exhale…
With every breath I take in and out of my respiratory system, I felt myself becoming less shaky. A little bit calmer than before and less dizzy (aside from the whiskey effect). Without further ado, I forced my right hand up on the table that was resting on top of my lap. While I did that, I glanced over my shoulder to see if there was any presence within the room.
“You have 2 minutes and 30 seconds left.”
There was no one except me in the room. Assured that I’m alone, I felt my hands trembling again. So much for having that breathing exercise to calm my nerve. With my left hand gripping tightly on the handle of the hatchet, I had my right finger rest on the edge of the table. Gripping the hatchet till my knuckles turned white, I made sure the device mirrored what was about to happen next. I bit the bottom of my lip, holding in my breath.
I knew what was going to happen next and I just hope I don’t regret my decision. The sharp blade of the hatchet was position right on the cut-off point of my pinky. Lifting it up a few inches above, I felt myself hesitate. “Mayu, come on!” I growled angrily to myself and lowered it close to my finger carefully. “This is for your daughter!” Must it be the alcohol effect that was causing me to become angry? I wasn’t sure of it, but it did make me think about doing this for the sake of Jurina easier.
Lifting it high up once more, I lifted it up till it was above my head. Then in one fast motion, I slammed it down against my finger.
The sound of the blade coming into contact with the table was muted by my cries of agony. Pain exploded instantly despite the whiskey and knocked me off of my chair. I was screaming out as my eyes squeezed shut. The excruciating pain that was felt from my right hand is the worst kind of pain I have ever felt from the previous trials. Laying on my left side, hot tears streamed down my sweaty face. I couldn’t even hold in my agonizing cries and scream. It hurt so much. It does! The pain isn’t subsiding but instead, came in waves. I curled into a ball, gripping hold of my right hand and bringing it close to my chest. I was crying. Oh god, I was crying. The pinky finger that I once had is now gone from my right hand.
As I tried to get back up, I could only at the most muster enough strength through the splitting pain up to my knees. My head was close to my chest, feeling the top part touch the floor beneath my body. The tears and crying of agony won’t stop coming out. I still couldn’t believe I had just cut off my finger just for this damn killer! When I tried to get back up to my feet once more, I instead rolled to my right side and cupped dearly and tenderly my right hand. ‘OH GOD, HELP ME. IT HURTS… IT HURTS!’ As much as I wanted to stay down on the ground and think that death would be much better than bearing the pain, I knew I had to get the wound treated immediately. A full, long minute passed by when I finally stood up on my two own feet. The pain did not go away though, tears still streaming down my face like waterfalls.
I opened my eyes. I examined my hand while crying my eyes out and trying hard not to scream from such brutal action. My right and left hand were covered in red crimson blood. The left hand was tenderly supporting the right hand, keeping it away from further danger by instinct. I shook my head and approached the table. There were the objects sitting before my eyes as they were before. The only difference was that the ax’s blade and the small portion of the table was splattered with my own blood. Words that tried to come out of my mouth instead came out as incomprehensible moans that not a single living being would ever understand. While I was suffering, the damn cursed voice spoke out to me.
“Under the desk.”
‘Under the desk? What could that exactly mean?’ Whatever the voice had just told me, I have to deal with that later. For right now, I need to focus my attention on my wound. If I don’t hurry, I could faint from blood lost and worst comes to worst, I could die from it. So I leaned forth and against the table; resting my upper body on top of the table. My left hand reached over and grasped the iron rod. I was exhaling loudly as I brought the heated object close to my body. The end still seems to be very hot for the burning color still resides on the end. I knew I had to do this. I had to do this in order to cauterize my wound quickly and efficiently. Disinfectant could help, but that wouldn’t help heal the wound any faster. The only down effect is, well, the pain that accompanies with it.
My shaky left hand brought the burning object closer to my wound. Faint smoke came out of the end, hinting that it could burn upon contact. Then squeezing my eyes shut, I pushed it against the bleeding portion of my hand. A scream was let out of my mouth. The sharp, aching pain of losing a finger is now replaced with the burning hot pain of burning the wound. I tried resisting so hard to rip the foreign object away from my hand from instinct, pressing it harder against the spot. After a few agonizing seconds has passed by, I threw aside the hot iron rod. I heard it clatter loudly against the flooring with my crying.
I backed away, eyes shut tightly once more at such agony. What did I do wrong to deserve this much pain? Why is the Origami Killer this cruel? Not only taking my daughter but watching the joy of my suffering before his or her eyes. The crying and sound that exited out of my opened mouth was not a simple cry that you would hear in movies. No. It was something much more inhumane and less attractive one could state. Breathing so fast that could make just about anyone gain a dizzying spell, I had to get down on my knees to retrieve whatever that was that I needed under the table.
When I reached my left hand out to touch the edge of the table, I groaned loudly out loud. Such pain could make just about anybody faint and wish death came upon them faster than anything. While crying out and mentally screaming for help, I removed my uninjured hand away from the table and removed the wooden board that was abnormally placed on top of a dug up hole. After getting rid of the small board, I reached my entire hand in. It scrambled around for a bit till the fingers brushed against a small, solid cube-like object. Without thinking twice, I pulled it out from the hole. Not surprising, it was just another battery. Another piece of battery that had data once the trial is completed. I placed it within my mouth to hold onto it in order to spare the use of my injured hand.
Getting up on my knees with my back straight, I finally have calmed down just enough to pull out my phone from within my jacket. Fresh blood was seen splattered on the back of my hand too due to the sudden chopping of my finger. Fumbling around with the cell phone, I finally managed to get it into the correct spot before turning it on. There was the familiar loading screen downloading the file. While waiting, I tried to catch my breath, nervously awaiting for what was shown.
There it was. The video. The video that is showing Jurina within her trapped cell underneath with the rainwater. To my shock, the rainwater in one day has risen up considerably. No sound was heard from the video other than the rain falling down upon the land. Jurina was seen with the rainwater already up to her upper chest. She wasn’t speaking at all but shaking in the screen. Shaking from the coldness and staying within the water for more than 24 hours. I could only stare in disbelief, feeling my heart ache and replaced with a different kind of pain: The pain of watching someone you love suffer and unable to do anything other than stare at the screen helplessly. “J-Jurina…” I breathed out in a raspy voice.
The screen was soon replaced with the familiar hangman game. Four more letters were given to me before the screen flickered off on its own. I blinked and slowly risen up from the ground. Breathing heavily, I stuffed the phone into the inside pocket of my jacket. I knew there was no time for me to be hanging around here. I have to get out of here. And fast. So I immediately stumbled towards the closed door of this abandoned apartment room and swung it open. While I walked out, I cradled my right arm with my left hand. Carrying it and protecting it from both danger and suspicion.
As I made it down the stairs, I felt my mind slowly slip into the darkness. I felt my vision clouding and the sudden urge to just close my eyelids and go to sleep. I shook my head and felt my body bend forward on its own while walking. ‘God… How am I going to get out of here without falling unconsciousness?’ I asked myself after taking the final step of the stairs. But as I was trending my way out of the first floor, a female voice boomed out of the blues.
“Mayu! What happened!?”
I didn’t turn my head but from the corner of my eyes, I saw who it was. And out of all the people that I ever wanted to see… It was Kashiwagi Yuki. She rushed towards me as I, instead of going out of the only exit of this area, walked towards the wooden crates from the corner of the room. “The police; they’re out there. I think they’re here to arrest you,” she warned me as I sat down on the edge. My back was leaning against the dirty wall, pressing my right hand close to my chest. “We’ve got to find another way out.”
Yuki then rushed around the area. She was skimming through the first floor, trying to find a way to get the both of us out of this mess. The older girl understood and knew that we had little time to escape before the cops get in and take me away. Just… why was she helping me though? Doesn’t she believe that I’m the Origami Killer just like those… cops out there? As multiple thoughts raced through my worn-out brain, the older girl was in the process or removing four huge white boards from a window high above her head right beside me. Once she took them down, she glanced around at her surroundings.
“I need to get a crate so we both can get out of here,” Yuki explained to me. I could only bob my head and watch her through my barely closed eyes her pushing the crate against the wall below the window. I then saw her approach to me. Her hand came to touch left shoulder with a pained expression written all over her face. But before she was about to get me up, I felt the presence of the cops by the front door.
“Yukirin,” I whispered just loud enough for the two of us to hear. “You.... need to hide.”
Hearing my words, I swore her eyes would’ve boggled out of their eye sockets. She shook her head and urged me to throw my hand over her shoulders. “We can’t Mayu. I need to get you out of here before the police comes-“
“They are already here, Yuki... I can sense them being... at the front door right now.”
“But Mayu! I can’t risk losing someone I love again! I can’t risk losing you!”
Those words instantly warmed my heart and I swore that if I hadn’t been crying and using up all of my tears from the trials, I would surely be tearing up. I shook my head however and pushed her away gently. “Well I can’t risk losing you either... I’ll find a way to get out of... this mess, so please… Wait for me to return.”
I could tell that Yuki was going to argue back but the front door was heard slammed open. In a flash, I saw the cops with their guns and revolvers at their hand all pointing at my direction. I hopped off the crates and raised my uninjured hand up into the air to show that I wasn’t going to fight back. Yuki wasn’t near my side anymore thanks to her fast feet. But her presence was still felt in the room since she’s hiding somewhere in a safe location within the same room.
Two females were keeping their aim at me in their police uniform. In a couple seconds, two other figures came into the picture. Two familiar faces they were. One was that man by the name of ‘Lieutenant Carter Blake’ and another was that short agent girl. Their guns too were pointed at my direction as they were rapidly coming towards me. I made no attempt to rebel when the agent turned me around roughly so my back was facing them. There was then another pair of hand from another individual roughly snapping the cuff on both of my wrists behind my back. “You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent,” the only male in the room spoke. I could still sense that their weapons were still up in the air.
Hanging my head low, from the corner of my eyes I spotted Yuki. She was hiding in between the crates and furniture. There was a pained expression flashing across her eyes and the helplessness shown on all over her face. A small smile that was barely readable formed from my lips at her direction before being taken away by the police force.
Well.. I guess we'll let Takabear here take on the role in the next chapter... Um... Prepare for some... Machine guns for asshole Blake moment here?
Topic: How Far Are You Prepared To Go? [Mayuki] - Chapter 25 [Update: 07/16/14] (Read 83878 times)