Copyright© 2020 by JTaKeo
Alma gently laid Ryuuko on the ground. She was still unconscious, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. Her uniform was in tatters, her whole body covered in blood, and her face were stained with tears as they rolled down her bloodied cheeks. Yet, she was sleeping so peacefully. Alma got down closer and carefully wiped the tears from her eyes. Looking at the young girl, a feeling long forgotten swelled inside Alma. It was weak and small, like the last kindle of a tiny flame.
This girl, Takatora Ryuuko, has given Alma “hope”. It was strange. To feel such a thing after so long. After so much pain, so much suffering.
And For a brief moment, Alma genuinely smiled.
“Not yet.” Alma whispered as their usual emotionless look came back. “Not until the last of this lie is destroyed. I will have my revenge.”
“Prepare yourself, oh false god.” Alma solemnly swore while looking up at the dark red skies, eyes burning with hatred. “We’re coming for you...”
“Now then... , “ Alma slowly stood up. “They’re finally here.”
An unsettling grin slowly spread across their face.
“Let us begin.”
Blood poured out of the monster’s neck as Takuya slit its throat. It fell to the ground with a sickening splat as it laid dead on his feet.
“Phew...” He breathe a sigh of relief. Discarding the broken knife, he looked to count how many he had left. 5, in total. Not enough.
“This isn’t good. We’re running out of time and weapons. Prez, what do we do now?”
Kenjirou crushed the skull of another monster under his foot. Blood burst out and splattered across the ground. Takuya was right, they’re in a bad situation. The three of them moved as fast as they could after they got prepared but the time dilution of going through a channel did not guarantee they would arrive on time. What’s more, Juntaro told them that the girl’s signal had suddenly disappeared.
“Mitsuhide, any luck?” he asked to his phone.
“No good. I’m searching, but it’s as if she just vanished.”
“Then that means ... we’re too late. Prez...”
“Kenjirou, I’m sorry.”
Kenjirou cursed underneath his breath. He clutched his fist so hard his brass knuckles dug into his skin and bled. But he could not feel anything. Yet again, he has failed. Takuya placed his hand on the president’s broad shoulders and shook his head.
“There’s nothing else we can do. We have to go, before more of these things appear.”
Kenjirou could only hang his head in shame. “Let’s get out of here...”
Suddenly their phones vibrated. “Wait! Kenjirou I’m-I’m picking up something. It’s really faint but-”
The two boys snapped out of their slump and quickly looked at their phones. A signal. It was weak but without a doubt, it was a living being.
“Hideyoshi, let’s go!”
“Right behind you Prez!”
The two quickly ran toward the signal.