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| Cookie_Commando | Apr 2 2010, 11:07 AM Post #1 |
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Do the right thing...
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Hatred, assuming I understand it's true meaning, is something I feel I am incapable of. What could drive someone to feel that way about something is lost on me. Like, teenagers, for instance. Some parents will say kids were just rotten apples to begin with. I don't buy that. I think it was the parent's fault. By that extension, I mean the environment they grew up in (assuming they have no family members). Are they accountable for their actions, provided the above is true? I think so. But if that environment made them that way, then what free choice did they have? Does sentience account for anything? Or do I fail to comprehend how others can be? Am I so sensitive to things that I am actually autistic to understanding that which seems so wrong and insensible? JP pushed through the double doors as casually as one could, keeping a soft stride as he made his way to the reception desk of the hospital. It was a quiet Saturday morning. Good. He wanted it that way. The receptionist/nurse looked up from her desk suite to the boy. Tall. Lean. Wearing a stylish-looking visor of some sort that hid his eyes even in brightly-lit entrance area. With the grace of one who was an expert at her work and had the experience to prove it, she asked him how she could be of assistance. Meanwhile, her eyes were scanning every feature of him. A habit of her job, for she never knew when she would need to recall something. "Hello. I was wondering, is Dr. Matsushita in...Orthopedics, I believe the name is-" "Here today? He is" the receptionist interrupted. Good for her. But only if this were so simple... "Ah, ok. Wonderful. But is he only allowed consultation by appointment? My mother wants to know" he replied, sounding curious. This part had no inherent meaning, but for him, it was a necessary distraction being used. "I'm afraid so. Shall I look for an opening?" "Oh, no thank you, ma'am. I'll just let my mom know. It's not an urgent matter, she just wanted to know. Thank you." JP did an about-face, just as the receptionist gave her response and went back to work. So what was all that about, you might wonder? Well, JP, strange as it might seem, chose to wear his Planar Combat Visor for a reason. You see, he needed it to get a more thorough examination of the area and any adjacent structures in the mirror world. Not to mention the directory of the hospital was displayed on a massive projection right above the desk. 4th Floor. Got her. JP made his way outside of the double-doors, taking a quick glance around and heading left to the other side of the building. Once there, he headed down the pathway between this building and another one, stopping to tie his shoe. He looked up and left, watching out of the corner of his eye for any sort of movement. Nobody must see him move. Or else, this would not end well for him. There. That room is empty. He stood, moving toward a bush on his right. The foliage was large enough to hide his form. Once there, he kept looking up to a window on the 4th floor. The room that was empty, according to the visor (it measured the dark version of the world, which would show a reflection of the light world, to which he could navigate by). Then, with a crack, he "localized". He felt so light, making his way unimpeded to the empty room. Dark travel was much less of a hassle than its light counterpart. With another crack, he "localized" into the targeted room. His heart stopped for a bit as he scanned for any presence. None. Good. Now the hard part (well, one of the hard parts) was over with. Quietly, JP made his way to the door and emerged into the hallway, looking left and right. He could walk either way, since the only presence in the hall was a nurse and an young man with crutches, being assisted away by the former. In the end, he chose left (the hallway ended sooner from that end), and made his way, checking the names on the doors as he went by. No sooner than ten seconds had passed that he found the room. "Aikiko Furukawa. I hope you can forgive me." The hallway was empty now, though he could hear a door down the hall open. Too slow, however. He made his way inside the room before the occupant outside could see him. The occupant INSIDE this room, however, jumped a little, the TV muted as he eyes found him. Bewilderment flooded her features as this young boy made his way toward her bed. She felt a twinge of nervousness, but his smile disarmed her somewhat, along with the fact that he lifted his visor. She recognized him from school. Not personally, but by sight. Not that this would matter in the next few minutes... "Aikiko Furukawa, correct?" The question was half-rhetorical. He was pretty sure this was her, if the intel provided was correct. He moved to stand at the side of the bed, refusing the chair that was next to it. "Y-yes. That's me. Aren't you a student at HyaHi?" Aikiko asked, almost sure that he was. But why would he visit her? She didn't think they were any sort of special friends. "Indeed. We've never been introduced properly, but that's fine. My name is Junpei. I've come with a task at hand, actually. Now, you're recovering from a...leg fracture, yes?" The girl blinked. "Uh-huh. Another girl on the team clipped me during practice. I'm on the Lacrosse team, you know. Were you there or someth--" JP interrupted her with the flick of his palm. "Right. Now. Listen carefully. The girl who clipped you, Nayumi Satonaka, obviously dislikes you. You probably know that already, right? Well, that's fine too. But...I'm afraid it's much more severe than just dislike. She hates you, to the point of...well...requesting my services." Aikiko's lips moved once, but nothing came out. She could feel a growing bulge in her stomach, but otherwise, remained thoroughly confused. JP's eyes remained on hers, and he nodded, as if acknowledging that he wished she wouldn't speak just yet. "While she has given me various reasons as to why she feels this way to you, I can't quote her exactly. I will paraphrase, in my own words, to help you understand and provide clarification. Aikiko...Nayumi is jealous of you. She is under the impression that you are 'goody-goody', and spoiled. She lives in a fractured household, where she is overshadowed by her siblings, among other things. She hates how popular you are, how beautiful you are, and how many friends you have." Sure enough, on her bedside table, a plethora of get-well items were neatly arranged. Her head turned for a moment to look at these, before returning back to JP. "By personal observation, I have seen you act with nothing but kindness to others, if not slight naivete, which I cannot hold you accountable for. You're simply a normal, respectable person, from what I can see. This, however, conflicts with Nayumi, who is in many ways the exact opposite. Or maybe she just doesn't hide her flaws very well. Either way, she has requested and paid for my services. A contract, if you will. Do you know what that contract stipulates, Aikiko?" She was smart. The pit in her stomach was swelling now, and she could feel her face get hot and her legs lose feeling. But still, she did not truly know what the future held. She simply had...a feeling. "Nn...No. I mean...you mean she, want's you to hurt me, or s-something?" she asked, clearly sounding unsettled. She wanted to press the Nurse Call button, but it was located on the wall, in plain view of this boy. Not to mention she couldn't seem to muster the strength to lift her arm. "Well, yes. It's worse than that, I'm afraid. You see, she's contracted me to kill you." JP sighed, his eyes closed for a second. He'd done this before, and had seen the various reactions of the victim. These would always be in his memory. Aikiko revealed hers now. It sounded usual. She stuttered, unable to form sentences. He could hear a soft choking in her throat, like one who is gasping for a bit of air. It was disbelief. At first, anyway. Disbelief that he was serious. That didn't last long though. It was then followed by purposeful disbelief. The girl was trying to convince herself that he wasn't serious. Typical. JP was a professional when it came to dealing with these sequences. "My apologies, Aikiko, that this is happening to you. I assure you, I'm not kidding, nor are you in a dream. You are really sitting there, in bed, while I stand here, about to take your life" said JP. When he spoke, he spoke calmly, serenely, as if this was an everyday explanation. Scaring the person (or conversely, trying to soothe them) would serve no purpose, he had learned in his last encounters. A minute went by, the girl managing to speak now. The further she talked, the more her voice appeared choked. She was shaking a little, realizing this boy was going to harm her. It wasn't until he withdrew a sturdy knife from his pocket that she understood his full intent. A gasp escaped her throat, followed by tears. She didn't make crying sounds at first. The tears just...seemed to spill down her cheeks. Quickly. She continued to speak, and it didn't even sound like she was crying. Her hands cringed, bringing the blanket up to her torso (it was down by her waist at first, since she wore the hospital gown along with a cast). This quickly progressed in to what was probably the most difficult part of pre-meditated murder...the emotional realization of it. JP held the knife low still, almost knowing what the girl would say next. "Oh...*hic* Oh...God. Oh God. Why? Why are you doing this? Didn't you say I was a good person? Didn't...didn't you say you disagreed with her? She p-paid you for this *hic* contract? Please...please don't do this. I promise, I'll do anything. I'll do anything. Just...p-please, *hic* don't do this." He could tell she was having a hard time speaking. His face remained somber. It was like he had turned a deaf ear to her pleas. This wasn't the case. In fact, he was recording every word in his mind. Tone and all. The tone was the difficult part. The girl was shaking, and sobbing. The more she spoke without answer from him, the more intense it became (quiet, though). She even began to drool a little, and her nose began to run. She didn't even bother to sniff. JP noticed this. She had accepted this was real. Like a subconscious light of realization. Very few number of his victims had that little action. It did not change his heart, unfortunately. Inside, Aikiko felt like she wanted to scream. But she couldn't. She couldn't seem to move, either. All she could do was shake uncontrollably. Her stomach felt like it was filled with acid. Despair, anguish, grief. It smashed her mind like waves. This was the worst feeling in her life, and she wasn't even looking at the knife any more. She couldn't feel the tears stream down her hot, sticky cheeks. She couldn't feel them drip down her chin, and down her neck, or her saliva and mucus drip onto her gown. It was then that JP leaned over, bringing the knife up to her face. His eyes traveled her body, determining the quickest, most painless way to do what he was about to do. "I promise you that I will make this quick and painless. You won't feel it, or anything. It will be like passing out. Like falling asleep, you realize? I've done this many a time before, Aikiko. I know. I can explain to you the entire medical procedure behind it, but for the sake of time, I ask that you believe me. Now, have you anything to say before I end your life? Any requests?" Three minutes passed. In that time, the girl managed to do nothing but cry. Every time she appeared ready to speak, she only hiccuped. It wasn't until the last minute that she finally spoke. By now, her mind had gone numb. She would have realized this by now. Little did she know this was an automatic response. It was her brain coping with the situation. Endorphins flooded her body as her brain attempted to ready her for what it believed was about to happen. She began to feel even more numb all over. Though she was still in mental anguish, she was not completely out of it. She had this to say. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. Please. I...I'm sorry. My mother. Family. I'll *hic*...they'll miss me so much." She wanted them to be safe. She wanted them to be able to move on. But she also wanted to be with them. She wanted to say goodbye. To ask them to save her. She wanted to go to Heaven when she died. She wanted God to forgive her of any sins she had done. She wanted mercy. She wanted a painless death. She wanted a reprieve. She wanted to live. She wanted the suffering to end. JP nodded, about to lean forward before he stopped. His hand, on the bed, recoiled slightly, his eyes moving to the spot where it was before. A wet spot was growing. Clear-colored, like warm water from a hole in the ground. But it was between her legs, and expanding diametrically outward, like a puddle absorbed in fabric. The girl looked down, hiccuping with her sobs, her eyes wet, along with her face. She spoke as best as she could. "I...I'm..sorry. I...I peed...I didn't mean...*hic* oh God...I'm didn't m-mean..." JP simply shushed her, gently standing up, watching the puddle slow and stop. He had seen this in a few of his victims before. It didn't disgust him. It would happen after they died, anyway, along with the relaxation of their bowels, in some cases. "It's okay, Aikiko. Relax, and close your eyes. This is natural. Once again, you have my apologies, and I hope that, in the next life, you find peace and good fortune. You were not a bad person. Take solace in knowing you were a blessing to many, not just a curse to one." JP prepared himself to "localized". When he did this maneuver, he would use the force of the movement to sever the spine at the neck with the knife, ending her life instantly. She would merely feel a thud on her neck, painless, before she blacked out, and her life vanished. He sighed...about ready to deliver the death blow... Don't let your conscience get the best of you... |
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| Cookie_Commando | Apr 5 2010, 11:34 PM Post #2 |
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I do this all the time, you know... Most people think that one would become "detached" to doing such a horrible thing, but I suppose I'm the exception to that. Every murder I commit weighs heavily upon my conscience. (I say murder because that's exactly what it is. Assassination is only if they're well-known or on the "up-and-up"). Some might say that's a good thing. I am reminded of how "human" I am by every action of regret. But then why do I keep doing it? I need to somehow become "numb" to live with myself. To do as I do and keep on with it. Not so...I'm afraid. Not so, in my case. I hope to get rid of my conscience one day. It is a burden. It is what weighs heavily upon me. Even if I were to change, the world wouldn't. What point is there in being sensitive? The misdeeds done by people everyday make me sick, even my own. I envy those who do not see it. Those who cannot see such suffering... The "localization" was quick and efficient. JP sped just enough to collect the energy required to make good on his promise of a "painless" death. It was. The last thing Aikiko could remember was the sound of a loud crack, which was followed by another loud crack. Shortly after, unsure of what the sound was and thrown off-guard (she thought she had been shot at), she felt a thud with her neck. That was it. The thud, and then nothingness. She didn't die in that instant, but the sudden nerve trauma was enough to black her out. No dreams. No pain. No nothing. Simply...life ending (in the next few moments, as oxygen would run out). JP was standing behind her now, looking over his shoulder at her. The girl's body slumped over as blood flooded from her neck, the flow slowly receding as her body shut down and her nerve relays ceased to receive signal. Her brain knew there was no saving itself. Though he did not want to watch the girl bleed out (he knew she was unconscious, however), he at least owed her that. I really hope there is a God. Someone like you deserves an eternal paradise, after what you've had to suffer. But I suppose that, should I go to hell, it would be just: I would never have to face you in the afterlife. I wouldn't deserve your forgiveness. Junpei Sonoda had just killed another student. Mercy for the fallen, and those who's conscience could not save their actions. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The loud cracks were indeed enough to raise suspicion. Believing a shooting had taken place, those patients in the adjacent rooms hit their "nurse call" buttons, among others who immediately panicked and dialed emergency numbers on their phones. JP immediately heard the bustle of footsteps outside the room, down the corridor that lead from both sides. The knife was still clenched in his hand, remarkably bloodless (the sheer speed and kinetic impact of the kill left no time for blood to pool on the blade surface). The knife, however, was now rendered useless, small pieces of it now on the bed (it could not structurally survive the force of impact). Looking around quickly, JP already knew how to escape the room. It was not the first time he needed to do so. Moving toward the window, he readied another "localization" jump, but managed to stop himself for a moment. Maybe I should give her a chance at justice. If I break the window, they will know the killer's method of entry and escape. But...wait. Why not just open it? I don't have time to think about this. I'll just leave. Outside, JP could spot a treeline, nothing but blue sky above it, roughly level with the window and leading to what was probably a city park. Time to go. JP paced to the window, deciding against destroying it. Instead, he "localized", now in the dark plane. From there, he made his move to the sky outside, propelled by the planar material and jump itself. Once there, he "localized" back into the light world, above the treeline for a brief moment before performing another "localization", this time moving to the ground level (after observation that nobody was around in that particular spot). From there, he made off to wherever he felt he must go, pocketing the remains of the knife. He would discard the thing elsewhere. In the distance, he heard the sirens. The sirens would lead a chain of events that, like so many other murders, would end in sorrow and heartbreak. Edited by Cookie_Commando, Apr 5 2010, 11:37 PM.
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