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productions) wrote2014-06-23 08:08 pm
productions) wrote2014-06-23 08:08 pm
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Who: Ren Kougyoku, Norway, and Ryou Bakura
What: Week four kill
When: Tuesday night - Wednesday morning
What: Week four kill
When: Tuesday night - Wednesday morning
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Her hairpin glows, and out of nowhere, a spear of water thrusts itself into Norway's chest. His blood stains his clothes, one more strike might have been enough, but she keeps going. One by one, more spears rain on his body. One by one, they stab and pierce and wound and let bleed. ]
Die, die, die, die.
[ Why did Kouha have to suffer? No one even let him die in glory or keep his dignity. It wasn't fair.
She laughs. It's a joke, isn't it? It's the only way she can cope with the way things are now. ]
1/2
And here he was, sitting and doing nothing. Letting Norway die. Letting her waste an incentive that could have brought his sister back. Amane, who he couldn't help even now when he had the chance. He was pathetic...
Ryou's eyes glance back up at the scene, his stomach reeling. He couldn't do it...because he couldn't kill an innocent person. But Kougyoku... She wasn't innocent anymore, right?
She was a murderer.
His sister deserved to live more than a murderer who was going to die in trial anyway.
That uncharacteristically cruel thought hazed any sense Ryou had left in him. The gory scene before him, the incentive, the stress from this entire "game" had just sent him over the edge. Quietly standing back up, Ryou gulps and reaches for the gun he'd been keeping on him today. She wasn't looking, he could sneak up on her.
It wouldn't hurt. In fact, it would hurt a lot less than the execution the producers were going to give her.
He was going to bring back Amane. Kougyoku was going to die tomorrow anyway. If he didn't do this, she could turn around and kill him next--it's not like it would be difficult. He was a witness now. He had to... He didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice.
That's what he kept telling himself as he quietly snuck up behind her, his knees shaking as he brought the gun up to nearly touch the back of her head before pulling the trigger in a deafening bang.]
2/2 the tl;dr continues
The others where going to find out that he killed Kougyoku. After all he said, after swearing he wouldn't, after telling Peko the incentives probably weren't real! And he...he was going to die too. Unless he could hide it.
Looming over Kougyoku for what seems like an eternity, he realizes he has to remove the bullet, but even after dropping to his knees and rooting through her hair, all his efforts get him are blood soaked hands and a growing lump in his throat.
His mind is racing as he gets back to his feet, pacing around the armory gripping his chest. It's hard to breath, it's hard to walk with how badly he's shaking. From across the armory, something catches his eyes. A shield. A way to hide the bullet wound, and to get the bullet. If he could do that, then they wouldn't know it was him. They wouldn't know...
Ryou walks over and grabs the shield, hefting it back over to Kougyoku's body. He sits over her, gulping and shaking as he levels it over her head. As he closes his eyes, he thrusts all his weight against it. He starts humming to distract himself, to try and block out the noise. It's all too much. As he rises to his feet with the bullet, blood soaking his shirt and face, the dead man beside him moves.
Sometime between the moment they made eye contact, and the moment it took for Ryou to process the fact he had a witness, he'd panicked and hit Norway with the shield as well, knocking what little life was left of him out.
The shield hits the ground and Ryou lets out a dry whimper. Nothing matter right now except hiding the evidence. What he'd done was horrible behind recognition, and he didn't want anybody to know. Amane wasn't even in the picture.
Ryou grabs a few of the nearby swords and drags them over. Nobody would believe it was him, he's sure, he's sure... He's shaking and sweating and unable to look as he does it, but he's sure.
By the time he's finished, Ryou's standing in a pool of blood and water, drenched and staring at what he's done.]
O-oh god... Oh god... oh god oh godohgod...[Ryou slowly sinks to his knees, his hands twisted into his hair and his skin damp in a cold sweat. Nausea kicks in a few moments later as he starts to come down from the adrenaline, and as he sits hunched over on the ground trying to keep himself together he notices the skeleton key that fell out of Kougyoku's pocket.]