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[justify]Akira hated herself. She let Sango go off on her own. They had been walking together and somehow split up, probably walking into different hallways. Nakiya faintly recalled someone telling her the house format changed on its own. It made her sick to her stomach, to think that she had no idea where she was and that she may never find a way out. What had she gotten herself into? And for school, too.. oh, why did she come into the house thinking it was a fun game? If she had planned beforehand and stuck by Saeko at all times.. none of this would have happened. Was it her fault that Nana was dead? If she had been there to save her.. but she hadn't. The guilt was eating her away. Now Sango was in danger as well.. because of her. Everyone was in danger, but it was probably more likely that you would be killed if you were alone.
Akira stopped walking. The dark hallway was silent once again as her footsteps no longer creaked the floors. I'm alone. Fear glossed over her green emeralds. Nakiya didn't want to move. A chill went up her spine as the blonde stood mid-walk, not daring to make another sound. All those 'dumb horror movies' didn't seem so dumb anymore. She sent a silent prayer to whatever controlled the universe, pleading for her life and safety. Her friends were completely out of the equation right now. They weren't here. They were probably already screwed. Maybe she was, too.. but it didn't hurt to try getting out of this hell safely. Knowing the chances wouldn't be in her favor, she started to think about who would find her body, if anyone. Saeko? Issei? Akira chuckled slightly, her laugh echoing down the hall for a moment. Issei. He had brought her happiness at first, but now she felt even more empty because of him. Nakiya felt better knowing he would probably die, too. The fear had slowly shedded itself away from her as she was thinking. Now she was left feeling quite numb. Akira blinked. She continued down the hall with a blank face, waiting for either her death or her safe escape. Either ending was possible, although the second one seemed unlikely. Nakiya felt quite self aware, noticing her sanity drain from herself like an hourglass. She was pondering if someone would sexually abuse her corpse when an odd sound came from ahead. An odd sound indeed.. someone falling? Or maybe several people.. there was more than one thud. Akira waited a few seconds, standing still. Rolling? What the f*ck? Yes, a rolling noise could be heard for a moment after the thuds.. then it was silent again. Did someone drop a water bottle or something? The silence was what creeped her out the most. You would think if someone fell, they would get up.. unless they couldn't. Nakiya felt another shiver shoot up her spine. She realized that even if this person was dangerous (if it was a person), they had stopped moving. Did they need assistance? Her heart beat picked up. This could be a trap. Akira decided to make her presence known if it wasn't already. She spoke with a shaky but loud voice. "H-hello? Do you need help?" The worst case scenario was getting killed. The best case scenario was finding someone from her class. The blonde realized her body was shaking, and her breathing was irregular and sped up. A flashback of Nana's dead face appeared in Akira's mind, and tears immediately formed in her eyes. She had to cover her mouth to keep herself from throwing up. It was a struggle to concentrate on the current situation when all she wanted to do was sit in a corner and cry. Nakiya moved forward hesitantly, wiping her eyes. There was no response. Had this person...? No. No.. no... no.. please god no.. This time, she couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her face. Her vision blurred, Akira broke into a run. "Hello?" She called again, her voice desperate this time. No reply. She ran faster and faster towards where she heard the sounds, basically blind because of the darkness and her tears. A putrid smell ahead only confirmed her worries. It was nearing, but it didn't make any more sense than it did a minute ago. How the hell could someone fall to their death by tripping?
Drip. Drip. Drip. Akira stopped. The smell was only strengthening every step she took, and it was unbearable. She wiped her eyes once again and blinked, squinting to see what was ahead.. but it was too dark. Forcing herself to move forward another few steps, Nakiya almost vomited again. This was torture. Hell. She knew someone's corpse awaited her now, there was no denying it. Drip. That caught her attention. Akira had jumped, thinking at first that it was footsteps somehow. She listened harder. The sound was not from rain. It was.. in front of her. A dripping noise.. the smell.. thuds.. rolling. All at once, everything clicked. Wire. Nakiya remembered reading about it in a book about weapons out of boredom one day. Someone had tripped over.... someone got beheaded.. someone had set up the wire, knowing that this would happen.. Akira dropped to her knees, unable to stand. Sheer terror formed on her face. This meant that someone was out to get everyone. It meant they were being watched. Nakiya felt dizzy. She felt like she was going to pass out, but resisted with every ounce of energy she had left. That book had saved her the task of going further.. she was thankful more than ever that she had read it. It would prepare her for what she was going to see next, at least a little.. Akira knew what to expect now. The mortified girl inched closer, now crawling on her knees. As she was not wearing any pants, small pieces of wood dug their way into her legs. She didn't notice. Why am I going closer? I need to stop. I can't see another death scene.. Another part of her screamed that she absolutely had to see the corpse. Not for her enjoyment, of course, but because she didn't know the corpse's owner yet.. and she had to know. If it was Saeko..she wouldn't want to live any more. Issei or that little kid or Sango would be the next worst thing. Soon, Akira was crawling in a pool of blood. She knew that if she crawled low enough, the piano wire wasn't going to touch her. If it beheaded someone, it was above crawling area. That didn't make her feel any better, honestly. The sticky scarlet substance was basically all over Nakiya now. She wanted to close her eyes. Maybe..maybe it's better if I don't know who it-- Bump. The world stopped, and then it was spinning. Akira's bloodied hand had touched... Sango's disembodied head. Sango's hair was drenched in her own blood, making her hardly recognizable. It was a horrible change from the angelic white color that Shinozaki always had. Parts of Sango's face were also smeared with blood. The only thing that made Nakiya sure it was Sango was the gray-blue eyes staring straight at her. Shinozaki's last expression was clearly terror. Akira yanked her hand away as fast as possible, causing the head to roll away from her. She was too mortified to scream, but opened her mouth anyway.. to throw up everywhere. Before she could even attempt to stop herself, mostly liquid and some chunks of food were coming out of her mouth at an alarming speed. Her throat burned. The yellowish green vomit mixed with Shinozaki's blood slowly, creating the most disgusting smell by far that Akira had ever dealt with. Nakiya didn't bother to wipe her mouth, her hand was soaked with Sango's neck blood. She felt stabs of guilt as she urged herself to crawl further, through intestines and pieces of stomach and even some chunks of bone here and there. "I didn't realize how much blood a human really contained until now.." Akira thought out loud. Her voice was a whisper, and it was shaky. She couldn't get herself to stop crying, but maybe it was better if the scene before her was blurry, anyway. Her eyes glanced at the upper half of Sango's torso. It was also covered in blood, but not as badly as the rest of Shinozaki. Nakiya started to crawl over, but a drop of blood landing on her hair made her stop. Without looking up, she realized that the wire was directly above her. Relief should have come to her, knowing that she was over with this ordeal, but no relief came. She was crawling in her classmates blood.. in her body. Akira realized that her legs were stained with crimson, along with her arms and parts of her white shirt - so much for it not getting dirty. She felt like throwing up again, and opened her mouth subconsciously again, but nothing came out. After closing her mouth and crawling for a few more moments, Nakiya finally made it past the bloodied piano wire and over to Sango's upper half torso. About to fall over from mental and physical exhaustion, Akira planted her face in Shinozaki's chest and started sobbing. "Sango...I'm so...sorry," she whispered, her words muffled and in between deep breathes. She continued weeping, finding no comfort or closure. "This...is..my fault..." Nakiya was sure she had never sobbed this hard in her life. She could barely breathe.
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Soon, exhaustion took over, and Akira had fallen asleep on Shinozaki's corpse.
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