Run Over Chapter 3.4

The Traducer
Chapter 3 Part 4
I quickly looked through the underground parking lot, lit by fluorescent lamps. It was half past ten in the evening. The underground floor of a love hotel on the outskirts of the business district. The bottom of the building, where people enthusiastically reproduced. I watched one pa.s.senger car from afar, hiding between parked cars by an automatic ticket machine. The body of the needed car was covered with the most unimaginable colours: pale-fawn, pearl-metallic, and even pink.

Then a familiar couple exited the love hotel and got into the car. I knew these two. The girl was named Katai, and the guy – Kiyama. Katai was the teacher, who showed her smile every day at the school gate. She taught the neighboring cla.s.s and oversaw the teaching process. Kiyama was in the same cla.s.s as me – a stubborn piece of garbage who often made Hara crawl on his knees naked.

Katai turned the ignition key and the car moved from the parking spot. She slowly rolled over to the yellow parking machine. "Please insert your parking ticket". Katai, sitting at the driver's seat, said something to Kiyama in the pa.s.senger's. I rushed to the car, in my hands, squeezing a rubber black plate about thirty by thirty centimetres and with a thickness of about two. One of its sides was covered with a sticky substance, and there was a rope attached to it, at both ends of which hung tin cans. They would surely make a terrible noise if they were to be thrown on the ground.

Having caught up to the already escaping car, I stuck the plate onto the rear left wheel.

"Thank you for using," said the ticket machine.

I ducked and rushed away.

The car drove out of the underground parking slowly, and with a low rumble. The wheels began to spin, and the empty cans on the rope rattled along the asphalt. I already managed to climb up the emergency ladder and meet with Minato.

"Everything worked out?"

"Yeah. But will this really be of use?"

"It's ok. That's how it's done. , if you search up these words, you'll get the right video, right? People aren't as smart as you, Idzono-kun, they're far more stupid than you think."

Out of the gates of the underground parking came out a powerful beam of light, cutting through the night street.

"Idzono-kun, do you know how to drive?" Minato asked.

"Well, I don't have my licence."

With my seventeen years, I was in the second year of highschool and, of course, I didn't have a driver's licence yet.

"Why'd you start talking about it? Do you know how to drive?"

"If it's automatic."

"Wow. Where did you learn?"

"Stole keys a few times."

The wheels of the exiting car spun faster. The empty cans, attached to the rubber plate, crashed with clatters on the asphalt. From surprise, the girl-driver stopped the car and got out of her seat.

Katai, who even now looked like an innocent and inexperienced teacher, walked around the car in search for the source of the sounds. If she hadn't been leaving the parking of love-hotel, she could have kept her usual image, but unfortunately, we noticed her right here. A depraved teacher, abandoning her purity. That's the stupid stigma I put on her in my mind.

Meanwhile, she is circling the car. Front right wheel. Walked around the front and to the left wheel. We ran up to the car from the right, so we wouldn't be noticed.

Katai pa.s.sed on to the back left wheel and interested herself in something.

Minato and I ran out from the darkness, and when Katai squatted down and reached for the cans, we climbed into the car's interior. I got into the driver's seat, and Minato, into the back seat. The doors were shut loudly. We looked at Kiyama, sitting on the pa.s.senger's seat. He wasn't moving, his thoughts didn't catch up to what was happening outside his head. I made sure, that the key was put into the ignition lock, changed the gear and slammed on the gas pedal.

I wasn't able to speed up sharply, but I started with a speed sufficient enough so we wouldn't be overtaken by running. Not minding the clatter of the empty cans, I slowly sped up. The keychain-mascot on the keys swayed slightly from side to side.

"h.e.l.lo, Kiyama," I said. It finally began to dawn on him.

Cla.s.ses ended six hours ago, it was now ten thirty. Having remembered everything I knew about driving, I grabbed the steering wheel, not letting the car sway from left to right, and caught Kiyama's stunned look at me. He finally opened his mouth:

"W-w-what are you doing?"

"We were just thinking, who should we deal with after Fushimi." I turned the wheel sharply. "We decided, it would be you."

Kiyama was thrown to the window, and Minato didn't make herself wait from the back seat. The guy didn't have time to react, as the girl threw a bike lock on his neck, which forced him to cling to the headrest.

"Listen, you…"

Minato crouched in a way so that Kiyama wouldn't be able to reach her from his spot; his fingers could only grab air. Minato closed the bicycle lock.

"Turn left in fifty metres", the car navigator announced, and I touched the touch panel to cut it off. Not planning on driving fifty metres, I turned the wheel to the left. The car skidded more than I expected, and it made an arc – it was lucky that the highway was empty. Since I wasn't use to driving a car, it was difficult for me to coordinate my hands and legs.

"You sh*t, unchain me!…" Kiyama shouted, tugging at the wired lock, which was keeping his head pressed to the headrest. He also tried to hit me, but wasn't able to reach, and I only got a sluggish punch from his right hand. And all of this was happening with the roar of the empty dangling cans on the wheel. Noticing a grocery store, I hit the brakes sharply. I didn't move to the side of the road, but no one signaled me. I waited a bit, and out of the grocery came out two people: a shining Hara and a bewildered Shibata.

Hara held a knife that was obtained from who know where, rough in appearance, well sharpened. With it, he cut the rope from which the open cans dangled, and removed them so they wouldn't make noise. After that, the pair of them got into the back seat. Minato moved to the right, and they took the remaining seats.

"Ooh, Shibata-kun, h.e.l.lo."

"Hey… new one."

I glanced back, remaining on the driver's seat, I met gazes with Shibata.

"What do you think?"

Shibata didn't answer. Not immediately, not in a few seconds, so I turned back. Adjusted my seat belt, sat more comfortably, and grabbed the steering wheel and switched gears. And here, Shibata opened his mouth.

"You know how to drive?"

"Yeah. But I don't have a licence."

"And how do you know how to then?"

I pressed on the gas pedal and set the car in motion again. I didn't have nearly enough practice, and yet, I still managed to drive with theoretical knowledge. When turning around a corner, I wanted to turn on the side signals but forgot where to press. I touched the lever near the wheel. Windshield wipers. Wrong. Headlights. Wrong. The side signals turned out. There we go. After waiting for the green light, I turned right. Well, if we crash, nothing bad will happen. The car isn't ours, after all.

"Hey, why is Shibata here, huh?!" Kiyama snapped.

"I asked him to come," I answered. And Kiyama spoke to Shibata.

"Enough staring, pull this sh*t off!.."

Kiyama tried to turn around, but the chain held his neck tightly, and he was only able to twitch.

"Don't unchain him," I said, looking at the windshield. Shibata didn't answer anything. I started to wonder whether I am still on the right path. Shibata nodded.

"What's with you all?" Kiyama groaned. "Why me?"

Why? What for? Why Kiyama?

Hara answered:

"For… retribution…"

Minato and I also answered:

"It just so happened."

"Yeah, that's just how it happened."

Unlike Tanabe, who was stabbed by Minato, and Fushimi, whom I lowered, Kiyama wasn't going to get immediate retribution. If we were to talk about whether I like him or not, then probably it would be the second. However, there's a bunch of those guys. That's why, this time I was guided by something else. It just so happened. And we're also tired.

"I…" Shibata began, putting his hand on his forehead.

Just say something already. If you listen to these a*sholes, you just want to die. At least say something that we suggested you. It would already be enough. In the end, Shibata didn't finish. Well, thanks for that too. Shibata's silence didn't stop us from moving forward.

"What are you up to, demons?! F*ck off already…" Kiyama grabbed the chain on his neck and tried to get someone's attention with his screams, but Hara pulled on the chain from behind. Kiyama wasn't suicidal and didn't want to die of suffocation, and ended up groaning desperately.

"Hara, don't."

"H-he did such things to me."

The said brought out pity, but at the same time justified what we were about to do. Having stopped the car at a red light, I took out the smartphone from the tightly held Kiyama, and squeezed it in my hand. I squeezed it tight, and with all my might smacked Kiyama in the head.

"Ow, c.r.a.p…"

Just like I read in a book recently, it's not that hard to pierce the skin on the forehead, and after a direct blow, a scarlet stream trickled from Kiyama's forehead. In panic, Kiyama screwed up his eyes and began to run his wound. However, he didn't have time to wipe the blood off before new blood appeared.

"S-stop. I will die like this."

"Shut it. Such blood loss does not kill."

"I will die… from blood loss."

The screaming with closed eyes Kiyama was turning pale.

"Then what, should we stop the blood?"

"Please, let me go!.." The involuntary pa.s.senger whimpered.

When Kiyama was the bully, he was having fun with all his heart, but appearing in the place of the victim, he completely lost all hope. How disgusting.

"Hara, what shall we do?"

"We won't let him go."

"Accepted."

I noticed a b.u.t.ton under the GPS with a cigarette sign and opened it with a click. With the same click, the b.u.t.ton popped out. After that, I pulled out the car cigarette lighter with a colourful head. The size of it was somewhat like a stamp, its end was glowing red.

"I'll stop the blood, but don't twitch."

As if putting a stamp, I pressed the cigarette lighter to Kiyama's forehead, to the place where the blood streamed out of.

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ahh!!!

Shut up, rooster. It smelled of burnt hair.

The traffic light turned green.

"You burn it next." I handed over the cigarette burner to the back seat, to Hara.

"U-understood." Hara leaned forward and burned Kiyama's forehead. He moved the cigarette lighter slightly to the side and led it back and forth, smearing the dry blood on his forehead.

"He-he-he…" A strange laugh came from Shibata's side.

"What?" I asked, but Shibata did not answer. It seemed as though he hadn't heard me.

Glancing into the rearview mirror, I turned the steering wheel a bit late and scratched the hull with the roadside. Hara was still rubbing Kiyama's forehead with the cigarette lighter, and blood started to flow again.

In the rearview mirror, Minato was playing with her smartphone with a cold expression, and the dog keychain from the game centre swayed slowly.

Edited by: Akshaythedon