THIS SHRINE, thread 6 YAF !nmVOHsTRd. 2008/05/27 (Tue) 22:29 No. 9057 ▼
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He intends to kill her. Kill her. Ren is too weak to defend herself. That's why...
You have to protect her.
But isn't that exactly what he wants? To make your attempts futile, to make your confidence shatter, to make you wallow in despair? That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it! That is his plan! Weak, weak, weak! Predictable! You wanna kill her, Red? Go ahead, we'll see how it works!
A simple smile appears on your face. Against your will, against your intentions. That sly smirk comes out of nowhere.
Laugh, laugh, laugh. Chuckle all you want. You too, Red. Wanna kill her? Then do it! Go for it! Go ahead and violate that weak body of hers! I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I DON'T CARE ONE BIT! SO GO AHEAD! DO IT!
What's wrong? Why did your movements suddenly get slower, Red? What's the matter?
Just as he was about to pass you, a silent curse gets out of his mouth.
Do you see it, Red? Wanna make me despair? Try harder, cause I WILL NOT LET YOU.
Making a violent swerve, he turns to you.
There is no time to react. But there is no need either. His intentions are not to kill. You are not his target. Because the one he wants to kill... Remains sealed inside your mind.
It's almost tragic, isn't it? Outside, enemies. Inside, enemies. Surrounded from both sides, from all directions. Merciless murderers on every step, wherever you turn.
Tragic, right? It really is tragic.
Tragic, huh? Tragic... Tragic? Heh, tragic. What a badly chosen word. Because, if it really was 'tragic', that would suggest there's no escape from this situation.
No escape, huh? Well, that sure would make you despair in normal circumstances. But not now.
Because, there is not a single thing.
Not a single thing.
Not a single thing that would make you feel anything other than icy coldness right now.
Pain in your back is irrelevant. Pressure on your forearms is irrelevant. Red's blood shot eyes just a few centimeters from yours are unimportant. The fact that you can't move is unimportant. Him holding you down is irrelevant.
"Playing cold, is it." he shakes his head "Not even going to protect the one you cared so much about?"
"I don't care, Red. You're not going to get him out, no matter how hard you try."
"Really. We'll see. If one method failed, there is always another one. I will slowly cut this body of yours to pieces, until crushed by the pain, you will release him, be it at your own will or not."
Standing up, he steps on your forearms. Holding them down with your feet, huh? How rough. How uncivilised. How distasteful.
"Don't you have any subtlety, Red?"
"Shut your mouth, imposter." Red bends down and hovers his knife millimeters from your nose. "Shall we begin?"
[ ] "Go ahead."
[ ] Try to struggle
[ ] "How about we talk a bit instead?"