Come Into My Parlor

[adoctorsshadow]

"Come into my parlor,"said the spider to the fly.He smiled gently, demurely. "Would you like to see the inside of the building? I'd very much like to show it to you." He wrapped his thin boney hand around hers. His touch was cold. A touch of death. But he had stopped feeling the cold long ago. It had settled into a numbness

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[_kozue_kaoru_]

His hand is so cold... What was that ridiculous saying her mother had quoted so often? Oh yes. "Cold hands, warm heart." Ridiculous. Miki's hands are warm, and so are mine, and we both burn burn burn. For different things, true - but we burn.

"Of course, sempai. I'm quite honoured." Stepping past him into the entrance, she looked around. Except for a wall covered with black and white photographs, the place seemed bare, minimalist. Kozue liked it. No fussing around. Just what's needed, and nothing extra.. She peered at a sign that pointed further along the corridor, propped up on a chair. "Hmmm..."

[adoctorsshadow]

Mikage entered behind her and closed the door with a final click that echoed up and down the hall, emphasizing it's emptiness. The dim glow of the gaslights was the only illumination provided, dancing off the walls, and bringing out the shadows and intricacies of the woodwork, the blood red valour on the chairs, the row of pointing hands, and the faces. 100 faces. 100 boys. 100 deaths. He ran a hand over a photograph on the wall and then turned to the counter and picked up a card and a pen

[_kozue_kaoru_]

An information card? Well... why the hell not? Picking up the pen, she scrawled down her information.
Name: Kaoru Kozue
Age: 13 years old
Class: 7th grade, B class
Gender: Female.
As she wrote down her address, the final section on the card, she wondered why they wanted to have such things on file. Shrugging, she pushed the finished form across the desk, before turning and leaning back against the hard wood, waiting for the older boy to return. Miki... if I were to sleep with this highschooler whose seminar you rejected... would it bother you? Or would you not even care anymore? Swallowing, she bit her lip impatiently. Those signs seemed to beckon her more and more the longer she stared at them...

It can't hurt anyone just to look, surely... she told herself as she wandered over to look at the pictures. One of what seemed to be Mikage himself, though in strange clothes. A bunch of boys all looking over their shoulders at the camera - I wonder if they're the boys who...? Yet another showed a woman with a short bob, sitting next to a

[adoctorsshadow]

As the door clicked shut there was a rasping and buzzing and a neon overhead light flickered on, basking the room in a pale yellow glow. Before her was a plain wooden seat facing a mirror in a cell only about six feet across and three feet wide. On the wall hung a framed leaf under glass.

A voice came from above. A familiar voice but sounding very far away and metallic. Dead.

"Please. Have a seat."