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A; Taylor Street {Closed to Vietnam}
[Having to go sleep in his own house for a night was the worst part--the most frightening, where no one else was around to remind him that if everyone was having freaky-ass hallucinations about their fears coming true, it was probably a trick. Alone, where no one could stop him from thinking about Chie and ( Read more... )
[Having to go sleep in his own house for a night was the worst part--the most frightening, where no one else was around to remind him that if everyone was having freaky-ass hallucinations about their fears coming true, it was probably a trick. Alone, where no one could stop him from thinking about Chie and ( Read more... )
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If that would get this to stop, if they weren't lying this time... But of course they were lying. They always lie.
She's on the rooftop of an adjacent house. Lying next to her is a file marked TATSUMI, KANJI, stolen from the hospital. She's certain that this is his home. All she has to do is wait.
It's not as though it's any different this time, she argues with herself. She's killed humans before. Whatever's causing her breaths to catch is also casting a fog over her vision, clouding everything with darkness. She's frightened. Not just of what Mayfield wants her to do, but with what is happening to her right now. She's not even sure if she's corporeal. Maybe she's hallucinating.
She steadies her aim on the house's door and waits.]
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He didn't think to look up, to check the rooftops. How many people really look up often, if they haven't been trained to? Shifting the poleaxe again, he walks up the sidewalk to the front door.]
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She follows him with her scope for a while, waiting for him to turn, waiting for just the right angle...
When he heads for the door, she secures her sights on the back of his head and then squeezes the trigger.]
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But he was.
Naoto went to look for him this morning. He hadn't come back to Minato's yet. She was worried. Kanji wasn't the type of person who would run off without telling someone -- not during this kind of a situation. It was dangerous. People were getting killed. Every day the bodies kept piling up. He would have at least called if he knew he was going to be late.
She got to his house. Her eyes widened. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't find her voice.
Naoto was not a stranger to the darker side of humanity. She was a detective, after all. People said she was too young, too vulnerable, too impressionable, too weak to see such gruesome things, but she proved them all wrong -- handling the sight of blood splattered walls and slashed throats and mutilated bodies better than most adults could. It was her job. This is what she did. She couldn't let herself get upset. Not when there was work to be done, when a criminal was on the ( ... )
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Of course, when he did show up, he certainly found something, and a whole lot of it. He froze in his steps, staring at the trail of bloodshed that wrapped around the perimeter of the house. A terrible, fucking terrible premonition, but Souji followed the gruesome trail from the front door and onward to the back.
When he found Kanji, lifeless and already cold, his breath got caught in his throat. His eyes soaked in the scene before him. Kanji didn't even have his eyes closed. Lifelessly the tough bleach-blonde kid was staring at Souji, though sprawled out and physically pulled into the backyard to ( ... )
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