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Shinanai Otoko ni Koishita Shoujo - Volume 1 - Chapter 1

Published at 13th of March 2016 05:52:57 PM


Chapter 1

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Chapter 01: Immortal Boy and the killing Devil

“Node Kugito!”
To be honest, I was in a pinch.
I was surrounded by a couple of guys who knew it. “It” being “that”, which is just your plain old pinch.
It looks like they wanted to lecture my recent arrogance by executing group violence, so after school they forcefully brought me to an abandoned factory without anyone else around. And at present, these guys, everyone holding on either a wooden sword, a nail-bat, a golf club or a steel pipe, were threatening me while standing in a circle around me. The eyes blood-shot, the teeth baring, their expression towards me were like a beast unable to suppress it’s hunger.
They were totally after my head.
“Aw, guys, calm down.”
I first advised this to the angered bunch. The one and only ability to draw the line between a human and a beast is language, isn’t it?
“Shut it!”
I was shut down immediately. Darwin was completely ignored.
“C’mon, don’t say that. Listen to me for a bit. For now let’s start with the most basic thing…. Just what did I do?”
“Shut up! Take a close look at the situation you’re in!”
Delinquent A, whose name I don’t know, spew that at me while waving his hands. Like he told me to, I took a look around me. Aha, on the dusty concrete floor laid a bunch of delinquents, who came at me, dithering, and I really mean dithering. The scene resembled a fish market. That would make these guys worth
-5000 yen per kilo.
“You did all this, so don’t play dumb now!”
Delinquent A raged. In other words, he wanted to say this: You beat up all our guys, so what are you trying to play innocent for now, you crying chicken. Is the term crying chicken a bit too old? Anyways, his speech was a bit misleading. To begin with, these guys started the fight. With the result as it is, the “What did I do” applies to them and the “You did all this” part can be seen as them shifting all the blame on me. Also, technically speaking, he didn’t answer my question.
And lastly the most important fact, “I didn’t do anything”.
“Hey, hey, you’re the ones playing dumb. It’s them who started coming at me for no reason.”
And then they collapsed for no reason.
Yes.
“—They got tired of hitting me.”
They all became tired, didn’t they?
I haven’t done anything that could be called retaliation.
“Hey, I’m not at fault here. You guys are just too weak.”
“You bastard are just too rough, damnit! You monster!”
When delinquent A shouted this, delinquent B besides him whispered to him.
“Hey, careful, Head. This guy… you know, from the rumour.”
“Don’t call me Head! Also, how stupid can you get? That story is obviously all made-up!”
Upon delinquent A, no, Head’s statement I made a questioning look. I don’t know what the rumour is about, but it can’t be anything decent.
“Hey, Head”
“I just said not to call me Head!”
“That rumour you’re speaking of, could it be that one? The one about me—”
I said while inclining my head.
“—me being <immortal>”.
All the delinquents went pale. Hearing it from the person in question himself, their “hunch” surely got promoted to a “feasibility”. It might even become a “Oh shit!” when they think about it more.
If they would just run away scared now that would be most favourable, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Quite the contrary, Head stepped forwards with an odd smile, as if their useless pride on the level of dog food was hurt.
“…Heh. Hehe. Can’t be. That’s not possible. O- Okay. I’ll proof it.”
Saying that, Head pulled out a knife that was clearly against the law. He’s a dangerous guy.
“S- Stop it, Head!”
“Right, what if it really is just a joke. You would become killer, Head!”
“Stop, Head!”
“Are you serious, Head?”
“Think it over, Head!”
“Shut it. Don’t call me Head! And you, don’t join in in the confusion!”
I was busted.
“…Geez”.
I sighed and scratched my head. Being watched by the other delinquents in anxiety, Head gulped and spoke.
“Okay—”
and immediately followed by,
“Die, Node Kugito!”
Shouting my most hateful name, he started running. Head crossed the distance between us in an instant. He’s surprisingly fast. He might actually be in the Track and Field club or so. I didn’t move. With his eyes blood-shot possible out of tension, Head raised his knife and thrust it.  And penetrating my chest—
he stabbed me.
The tip of the straight-plunged knife penetrated without doubt deeply into my chest. Head let go off the knife and backed off while saying “I… I did it. I really did it…!” with a shaking voice.
I felt my own body slowly falling. Soon after my back hit the hard floor and after I bounced up a bit, I laid flat down.
“Heh, Hehe. S- So easy. Serves you right!”
Maybe feeling satisfied by his act, Head rose up both his arms.
“I… I never liked you to begin with. How you took every high school around here under your control and still lived on as it were nothing. Neither did I like your cocky attitude of never raising a hand yourself in a fight. B- But you weren’t anything special. Haha, Hahahaha, Hahahahaha!”
…..
……..
…….Now then.
“This should do”
“Wha!”

Raising my body, I stood up while putting my hand on my bent knee. It hurt quite a bit, but it wasn’t unbearable.
“You done?”
Head and the other delinquent look at me like I’m a zombie when I asked. Well, to them, I’m probably one.
All bored I said,
“I told you.”
I grab the hilt of the knife that’s still plunged into my chest. I quickly pull it out and blood gushes out from the wound. But the wound soon started to heal.
“I”
The knife I tossed back made an arc in midair and hit the ground with a light cling. Stepping on it I started talking.
“won’t die, no matter what.”
Falling to death, 32 times. Poisoned, 15 times. Gaping artery, 45 times. Hanged, 25 times. Gas inhalation, 13 times.
All those who heard these numbers reacted the same way: stunned. “What are these numbers?” I solved the mystery immediately.
These numbers are a record of my deaths.
In my short life of 17 years, including even the smallest attempts, I committed suicide easily over a hundred times.
At the same time you can also call them the numbers of tries to test my peculiar power.
Yeah, without any reserve I can say that I’m <immortal>.
But seeing as I aged normally so far, it doesn’t look like I have <eternal youth”. Probably when I hit my 80s or so, I’ll die a natural death like anyone else.
But otherwise I won’t die. Be it getting stabbed, getting strangled, inhaling gas, jumping from a high building or swallowing poison, my life flame won’t extinguish.
The reason? Who knows. I’m the one who wants to know that the most.
I became aware of my power as a kid. And ironically by the person I hate the most in the world.
It took quite some time for me to accept that I’m immortal. That’s why the huge numbers. So far I hadn’t tried out a car accident, but it’s unlikely I will try that. The reason is simple, I don’t want to cause trouble for others. Also, I heard that you have to pay a large sum of compensation if you hinder the train traffic. Well that aside.
It’s not like I have a dying wish.
But the fact that I’m immortal makes me believe that I can’t prove my existence right here and now.
Maybe I’m already dead and some kind of phenomena is making me believe that I’m still living. I can’t deny that possibility outright.
The reason I never raise a hand myself in a fight is because of that.  Not only is the essential part unclear, but also doesn’t feel kicking, hitting and whatever else I do real to me. I’m not even getting motivated. That’s why I cannot help but worry if I’m really living by my own will.
“…Aw, damn”
Deeply in thought about various things, I stopped in front of my house. That’s because the light in the living room was on.
“Why is she only coming back at a time like this…”
I checked my appearance by looking down on myself. All traces of the delinquents having their way with me vanished. Healing faster than the average person is also a power of mine. Or maybe it’s just a side-track of my immorality. I’ll leave that question for later.
From all the ruthless pulling and yanking my uniform is a complete mess. Only that won’t recover.
I hope I won’t be seen.
Trying to make as little noise as possible, I opened the front door, slowly took of my shoes and sneaked towards the stairs leading to the 2nd floor.
From the living room I could hear some laughing that probably is coming from the TV. ..Okay, I hadn’t been noticed so far.
Right when I thought that, I bumped onto the teddy bear sitting on the shoe shelf, since it was in my blind spot, causing it to fall on the floor. That alone wasn’t anything problematic, but the teddy bear (Mr. Bearzawa) was a popular talking bear doll that had an implanted tape that reacts onto impact.
“Good morning, I’m Mr. Bear! Will I get any honey today!?”
Go catch some fishes, you damn carnivore!
“….Kugito?”
Fuck! I kicked the teddy bear (Mr. Bearzawa) away. Upon hitting the wall, Mr Bearzawa announced, “My friend is the mini pig, Mr. Beacon!”
“Kugito? Is that you?”
I could hear a chair clattering and then the curtain on the door to the living room was drawn aside. Looking at me she said,
“At least say something when you get home. You’re so cold.”
“…I’m home, Sis”
I greeted my older sister Yukika, whose childish traces made her look not even 20 years old, while she was actually 25. She had her long black hair tied up in the back and was wearing a rough outfit with a tank-top and jeans as always.
“What happened to your job?”
“Once in a while I get home early. You have a problem with that?”
“Not really…”
While my sister asked me that I slowly moved towards the stair like a crab.
Please don’t let her notice. Please don’t let her notice. Please don’t let—
“Ah!”
“Gya!”
First my sister was watching my strange behaviour doubtfully, but suddenly she let out a shrill, pointed her finger and was slowly raising her eyebrows with wide open eyes, which gave her an expression like Prajna.
“You—-!”
“S- Sorry!”
Without hesitation she came over and grabbed my shoulder.
“You were fighting again!”
“I.. I was not.”
“But you were apologizing just now!”
“That’s more like a defensive reflex towards an attacking demon.”
“Then what’s with your clothes. They’re a total mess!”
My sister strongly grabbed my head, which I was adverting, with both her hands and was forcing it to face hers. It’s over. For the next two hours I’ll be hearing her lecture. And afterwards I’ll probably have to pay for the uniform from my allowance. Good-bye my things that I wanted to buy. Adios my luxury lunch. And farewell my dreams and hopes.
“You know I already told you to keep it low since you look like a criminal to begin with!”
“I’m living quite modest. It’s them, who come at me. Also, that criminal part was uncalled for!”
“You know, you should just ignore them then! If you just don’t meet their eyes and think of yourself as air, it’ll all work out peacefully!”
“No, that’s pathetic!”
“Still better than being hit! Besides, think about my standpoint too! I’m losing face when my criminal little brother is always picking fights!”
My sister works at the police station here in Meitou, the town we live in. Her duty is to keep the general security, so if her little brother is having fun in fights every day, she surely will lose face.
But she isn’t scolding me for her own good. She knows that rather than giving me a half-assed warning, telling me that I’m causing trouble is a better method to make me reflect on my actions. It frustrates me falling for her trick, but it’s actually working. With my head lowered I answered.
“….I’m sorry.”
Maybe she noticed that I was sincere, since her expression eased up and sighed a “….Honestly”.
“I know you’re like <that>, but that doesn’t mean you just go ahead and injure yourself. Don’t make me worry so much.”
“I know. Sorry.”
The second person to know about my power is my sister. It’s also the reason why we’re living apart from our parents. Because of that I always fear to cause her trouble. Seeing that I really reflected on my actions, she stops crossing her arms and gives me a smile.
“As long as you understand. Now let’s eat together.”
“That’s a surprise. What kind of lunch-box will it be?”
“It makes me really angry that you think that my cooking equals a lunch-box from the convenience store.”
That’s because I’m handling all the house chores normally, since you’re always home late from work, isn’t it.
“Even I can cook, you know. Don’t underestimate me.”
“What did you cook?”
“I made omelette, grilled yellowtail and nameko miso-soup!”
“Really?”
“—was at least the plan”
My sister continued in a low voice. “…So, in the end, it’ll be a deluxe pork chop lunch-box.”
“I really love convenience lunch-boxes.”
“I’m glad. Though I would have been happier if you had said that a bit more honestly.”
That’s an impossible request.
“Then try to think how I feel when I was expecting a miracle.”
“Great expectation will just change into just as big despair when unmet. Now let’s eat.”
“Okay”
“And after eating the scolding continues.”
“…Okay”
I replied crestfallen.

“—The usual exposure of carps at the park gathered a large crowed of parents with their kids, who set the carps free into the river.”
The TV was running some boring local news. My sister was drinking her after-lunch tea while watching it.
As for me, I died….. She really scolded me for two full hours.
“The police captain of the station in OX Town sexually harassed a female subordinator by the likes of touching her chest for two years and was made public by the report of—-”
“The world sure is rotten.”
My heart is rotten away too.
“Your grade of decay is just fine.”
What am I, cheese?
“…Now onto the next news.”
Suddenly the voice of the announcer, who read the news monotone so far, changed. Not only his voice but his body tensed up too.
“This morning at dawn, in Meitou, XX Prefecture, a patrolling police officer found the corpse of a man stabbed to death.”
The hand of my sister holding the tea cup stopped. I also looked at the screen. It’s sad, but a murderer isn’t all that rare these days. But it’s different when it happened in our town.
The footage changed and showed a crossroad. Judging by the nearby buildings, it wasn’t all that far away from here.
“How eerie”
“The man was cut at various places and the big cross wound on his chest makes the police believe that this case is related to the serial killer case currently occurring all over Japan. The police is continuing their investigation.”
“A cross…. That killing Devil, huh.”
My sister murmured and I just nodded silently.
The killing Devil that inflicts cross wounds—-
It was the name given to the serial killer that started killing people in a provincial town a few years ago and repeated his pattern over and over again after that.
The strange thing about this case is that he never stayed at one place and always moved to a new destination after a set period of time. So far he went all the way from Kyushu up to Akita. He continued his murders over this broad area. That’s the reason why the police didn’t handle it as a serial killer at first, but the murderer would always leave a cross shaped wound on his victims, which lead the authorities to believe it’s the same person.
But because such a incident never happened before, even a part of the police we full of doubts. Not knowing if all the murders so far were done by a single person, by a group or were just copycats, the investigation made no real progress.
“But it just seems too fishy to be done by a single person. One wouldn’t be able to pull that off while still keeping up a normal lifestyle.”
“That’s what’s troubling us. Wait, this isn’t my case. Most likely Investigation Headquarters will handle it. I can’t really come to like these prefecture police guys.”
My sister sighs to prevent a wrinkle from forming on her forehead.
“You don’t know how the murderer looks?”
“Well, of course they applied some profiling. Since the murders are always deep in the night, the culprit should be working at daytime.”
“Ah, the “Midnight killing Devil”, huh”
While <Devil that slashes in a cross> is more of a general name, he’s also partly famous as the <Midnight killing Devil>. And by partly I mean the folks on the internet, in the online world. The case had already become a big topic in real life and even on the internet, where information spreads easily and without restrain, it became a huge topic. It’s not known who gave him that nickname, but he got it because he always strikes deep in night.
“Yeah. And because he seems to like showing off his existence, he’s thought to be young—HEY.”
“What?”
“You’re making me spill classified information. What now!”
“Why is it my fault…”
The report about the murder case wasn’t all that long and finished soon. Guess it’s means they just didn’t have much information yet to make public. My sister works in the department for general security, which includes juvenile delinquency, so this case doesn’t really involve her, but it seems like she’ll still come home late at night. That’s when my brain switched into my hated household mode and I thought how I should prepare a menu for my sister that relieves her stress.
“…Onto the next news. The reports from neighbours in town OX brought up that Suzuhara Akane-chan, 4 years-old, passed away due to excessive violence by her mother.”
The relaxed atmosphere between my sister and I after dinner froze instantly…..Damn, not good.
“Akane-chan was violently abused by her mother and not giving enough food for months. Not only showed the corpse signs of hits, but also burns. The police arrested Akane-chan’s mother, Suzuhara Ayane, and are continuing investigation with her as the suspect.”
My sister was calmly drinking her tea. But on a closer look I could tell. Her hand was shaking slightly, her eyes showed a fierce anger and she was glaring at the TV as if that mother were sitting right there.
I took the remote control and turned off the TV. With a tone that pierced the atmosphere, the screen turned black. It followed a deep silence.
“…I’m going to the convenience store for a bit.”
Saying that I stood up from my chair.
My sister kept staring at the blank TV without saying anything.
I was thinking about saying “I’ll be back quick”, but decided against it.

The moon was out. It was a waxing moon that looked like it cute the night sky in half. With a plastic bag in my hand, which had some random juice and snacks in it that I bought at the convenience store, I walked slowly as drag out my returning as much as possible while looking up at the dark sky.
I sighed. Technically it was already spring, but the winter was persistently dragging on. My white breath faded into the darkness. Remembering the news from earlier, I shake my head in displease. Some unpleasant memory resurfaced. For most people, memories from before their start of reasoning slowly start to fade over time and eventually disappear, but that’s not the case for me. How nice would it be if I could forget.
….As a kid, I was violently abused by my father.
It was my fault. Or at least my father thought that.
My mother died shortly after giving birth to me. My father deeply loved my mother, his wife, and totally went nuts after losing her. He quit his job, drowned himself in alcohol and didn’t leave the house anymore. At some point, he then starting using violence against me. That was the point where I came aware of my unusual power. My father started getting more violent with me. Punches and kicks were a given. Burning my skin with a cigarette or a lighter was a common occurrence. Sometimes I was also beaten with the wooden sword (ironically I asked my sister to buy for me), which we had at home. The strength of his hits made me bled and the anger in his hits broke my bones. At that time, my sister herself was still young and couldn’t protect me. But I can still remember how she still stood bravely between me and my father in an attempt to protect me.
I survived despite the horrible abuse of my father. Though of course I felt the pain and got wounds every time. But they would heal soon and not leave any mark behind. That’s what pissed my father off. But at the same time, a fear towards me was born inside him. At some point my father blamed the death of my mother onto the fact that she bore a monster like me. That might have been his way to escape reality. Still, for my father it was a legitimate reason to hurt me.
His abuse against me got worse by the day.  He thrown me off the roof. He stabbed me with a big kitchen knife. He threw me into open fires. He drowned me in the bath. He forced me to eat cigarettes. He even strangled me at night when I slept.
But I still didn’t die. That made my father lose all reason. Since then, my father continued his abuses for more than 10 years. I’m surprised at myself for not going crazy over that. No, I actually might have gone crazy already. I’m just not aware of it, but to begin with, I believe that one couldn’t be called crazy anymore once he’s aware of it, or so. Well, let’s leave that aside for now.
As soon as my sister graduated from police school and got assigned to the Meitou station, she left the house with me. Running out of my mother’s savings and my father’s pension, my sister raised me while even working part-time. Because of that my father would have trouble in the future, but my sister and me didn’t have the time to worry about that, nor were we that forgiving.
Ultimately, I’m living a peaceful life now. It’s regrettable that I’m sometimes dragged into fights like today, but compared to my father, these delinquents are nothing.
However, the topic of abuse is an ultimate taboo at our house. Whenever the topic comes up nevertheless by some kind of happening, like a report on TV, my sister freezes up. I think that my sister suffered a kind of trauma after only being able to watch me getting abused by our father for over 10 years. As for me, I’m eternally thankful to my sister, who got me out of that hell.
Anyway—–What I wanted to say is that it was a real hardship to leave our parent’s house. I want to live a peaceful life, so I can gladly do without that that highly menacing atmosphere.
“Guess I’ll drop by the park….”
I just got that idea. Once my sister gets like that, she’ll be in a bad mood for an hour.  There was still a bit of time left.
I changed my direction and headed for the public children park. Around 20 minutes passed. I like lazing around, so it’s not that hard for me to spend time doing nothing.
After walking for a while, the Meitou Park, which was obviously build by tax planning with just a slide, a swing and a jungle gym, came into sight.
…That’s when I stopped. I could hear some kind of sound. A strange sound of something hard cutting into something soft. And repetitive at that. Over and over again. Was there someone…? I was wary, but my curiosity won slightly over it. I started to walk on. The blinking street light gave the park an eerie aura.
Nearing the entrance of the park, I saw someone sitting there. In the centre of the small park a small silhouette could be seen. It appears the sound was made by that person. A slushy or rather mushy sound. It was hard to describe. But one thing was certain after hearing it, it wasn’t a pleasant sound.
The person seemed to be a girl. Her age… probably around mine. She had semi-long black-hair that merged with the darkness. I thought she was wearing a thick coat, but I realized it was covered in a rain-coat. A raincoat… Even though there wasn’t a single cloud?
She was swinging her hand and with all her might, she—- she was—
stabbing something?
I caught my breath.
The girl wasn’t alone.
Unless real close, I couldn’t see it, since it was covered by shadows.
The girl wasn’t sitting.
—-She was on top of someone that lay on the ground and was stabbing something.
My instinct told me it’s dangerous.
I don’t really understand why, but sometimes I can feel something like a smell. Like from the delinquents lurking in front of the station. Or from guys who are overly wary over their surroundings. A peculiar <smell> that tells me that something is about to happen I better not get involved with. And the girl was reeking of it. Better not get any closer. Something in my head was telling me that. Trying to get away, I stepped one step backwards.
CRASH. I froze up and looked at my left hand. Fucking shit! Maybe the store clerk packed it wrongly, but the plastic bag ripped and all the contents fell out. The canned coffee I bought early rolled away. What was that asshole thinking, putting my ice coffee and meat-bun into the same bag! I was now in a crisis because of that!
“….”
I stood there frozen like I was glued to the ground.
Because the girl stopped her hand and slowly stood up.
She swung her arm. In the dim light I saw red blood dispersing. ….Okay, I’ll say it once more. I repeated to myself.
Red blood dispersed.
The girl suddenly turned around.
This was what you would call paralyzed by fear.
The face of the girl, perfectly divided into half by the light and shadow, was covered in blood. No, it wasn’t just her face. That’s where I finally understood why she was wearing a rain-coat. Bathed in her victim’s blood. Her arms, her torso, her legs, everything was dyed red. And in her hand she was holding a big knife dripping with blood.
Laying flat on the ground below the girl was a man.
No— To be more precise, it was once a man, now it was just a mass of flesh.
He was cut up so cruelly that you could even tell from afar. His whole body was cut everywhere. And without doubt I could see it.
The cross-shaped wound carved into his chest.
“—The midnight….killing Devil”
My memories was stimulated and even though it wasn’t the time for it, I checked the clock on my cell. It was half past ten. Totally different from what the stories say!
I was careless, was my only excuse. The murder happened here in Meitou. It’s not all that strange that the culprit would still be here. Yet, I treated the incident like it happened somewhere far away.
Damnit— I gotta run. Every fibre of my body told me so. Run. Run. Run. Run. RunRunRunRunRunRunRunRunRunRunRun! The same word was repeated inside my head like a siren. Even if I can’t die, I still feel the pain. Getting my body messed up like that surely isn’t something I could bear. Hurry. HurryHurryHurryHurryHurryHurry,
Hurry!
“!”
I turned around and took one step forward, ready to spring at full-speed.
STAB.
“Wha–”
I froze up. No way?
I just turned my head back. Then I saw it.
The killing devil standing right behind me with her knife plunged deeply into my waist. Inhuman. There was so much distance between us before!
The killing Devil pulled out the knife. Along with a warm sensation, my blood gushed out. My knees got weak, but I managed to remain upright. But that was a pointless effort.
The killing Devil grabbed my shoulder. I tried to resists, but with a power unfit for a girl, she turned around my body. I looked straight into her blood covered face. It was a miracle that I didn’t scream. At the same time, she hit me on the same spot I was stabbed just now. I let out a groan and staggered. This bitch kicked me!
I lost my balanced and fell down backwards. The killing Devil jumped and at the same time I hit the ground she landed on me. Holding my arms down with one hand, she restrained my movements. And both her legs were locking my body. I was now in a position to look up to her. It was the perfect cowgirl position. I’m not happy at all!
Then the killing Devil started swing her hand with the knife.
—-Stab.
StabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStabStab.
My body was riddled by the sharp and thick blade. Stab after stab after stab after stab after stab. The killing Devil repeatedly stabbed me with no end in sight. Every time blood would come out, tainting the moon in the night sky.
The killing Devil was smiling happily and queer. Just like a kid who had gotten a new toy.
Her appearance had much resemblance to my father’s. He also had the same face when he stabbed me. Merely people, who can find their meaning in life in violence alone, can show such a twisted smile. I was about to pass out from the pain, but I was more resilient against it than the normal human. I would assume that a shock won’t kill me, but— I never hated my power as much as I did right now. Think about it. You have to watch yourself getting stabbed all the while you’re unable to lose consciousness. It’s worse than any torture.
After enjoying the stabbing show for a while, the killing Devil stops her hand. I thought she would release me, but I was wrong. While she stood up, she pulled me also up on my collar. The light shone on her face. Looking from close up, she got a good build. Her pointed chin suits her sharp eyes. What the fuck was I thinking.
“Don’t think bad of me”
The killing Devil spoke for the first time.
“It was an inevitability”
She rotated her knife and grabbed onto the grip.
Then she swiftly cut me horizontal and vertical with a grand technique. A lot of blood was sticking to her forehead.
I’m pretty sure she engraved a cross on me just now. Now I’m one of the victims of the famous <Midnight killing Devil>. What an honour. Fucking shit. Inevitability my ass!
She’s enjoying it to the fullest!
“Now then— Farewell”
Speaking in a high soprano singing voice, she let go off me.
Just then—–
“Rest in peace”
The knife in her hand deeply pierced into my heart.





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