Run Over Chapter 5.2

The Apes Get Into Paradise
Chapter 5 Part 2
Just like yesterday, Minato stood on the platform, and just like yesterday, we settled in our seats.

"Thank you all for coming today."

Half past ten. Half an hour after the appointed time.

Minato, who put up her bangs with a clip today, paused. Everyone was sitting. Only Shibata wasn't visible, but a suitcase was standing by his desk, so everyone understood that he did come.

"As I said yesterday, this year, cla.s.s 2-4 decided to make a haunted house for the cultural festival. Let's clap." Minato clapped her hands on the platform.

When I followed her example, everyone else repeated after me hesitantly.

"Today we will be deciding who will be responsible for what and what exact haunted house to make. I mean, in j.a.panese, european, or chinese style. If in chinese, then there will be hopping vampires. Do you guys know anything about chinese vampires? These guys in black clothes with talismans on their heads."

Minato spoke selflessly, jumping from one thought to another.

"I think everyone will be used to a haunted house in a j.a.panese style. We don't have a lot of room, so it will be good to have it pitch black to hide the lack of s.p.a.ce."

She wasn't offering anything special. Meanwhile, cicadas began to sing somewhere. And at the same time the lock clicked – the door was locked. So that the students wouldn't lock themselves in the cla.s.s, there was no keyhole from the inside of the door. We were now locked in the room.

The key was turned by Shibata – from my request. At the right time, he activated the smartphone stolen by me. He registered it on a free service email address with a random name and with fumbling fingers sent out letters from it, that became real bombs.

My phone vibrated shortly, with a dull sound. Before my phone fell silent, someone else's phone shook. After that the whole cla.s.s was full of phone sounds. The vibration stopped, but after it came another letter. The cla.s.s was filled with never-ending vibrations and ringtones. All the students, one after the other began to check their phones. There, messages kept coming without an indicated subject, but instead of text there was an indicator of an embedded image. The photos contained Tanabe. Naked. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Groin. A sperm sprayed face.

With each new letter, the pointer went down and showed a new indicator of an image.

The cla.s.s scanned them together, and Tanabe turned pale. The guys looked at her with curiosity, the girls – with disgust. The place where Tanabe Kyoko sat, the second desk to the back in the centre row, became the centre of the cla.s.s.

The buzz in the cla.s.s increased, as if forty year old computers were working everywhere. The reddened Tanabe stood up and walked through the desks, and the crowd moved before her like the sea before Moses. Stopping at one of the desks, Tanabe glared at the guy sitting in it. At Hara. Looking down at him, she grabbed him by the collar. The guy shook, and the chair under him screeched terribly and tell over. Tanabe began to scream something inarticulate.

And here I finally understood: she thought that the photos are being sent out by Hara. What a dumb*ss. And while she was screaming, we became the witnesses of a wonderful scene.

Tanabe took the scissors from Hara's table.

She opened up the blades to the maximum, making a cross. This is the way scissors are held before someone's hands will be covered in blood.

Heavily breathing, Tanabe angrily glared at Hara, but he simply smiled in return. He seemed to be admiring a dangerous animal, locked in a cage.

Try it, if you can.
Try to kill me.

That's what Hara's expression said.

Tanabe raised the scissors above her head and stopped.

And here.

Clap… clap… clap.

The clapping of hands was heard.

The sound came from an elevation, where stood Minato. Looking at her, I also began to clap. Our actions had a contagious effect, and the people around me joined in. Surely many didn't understand the reason, but the applause was transmitted from one to the other, like an infection. Even if someone didn't understand why, when one student began, the neighboring one involuntarily mimicked him, and the office was filled with the claps.

Just try to kill.

Tanabe's face twisted.

Minato walked off the platform and tugged at the front door handle. The locked door gave a distinctive dull sound. I checked the back door, which also made the low sound.

Tanabe's face swelled like wax on a burning candle.

I lifted my right hand to my neck. Put the index and middle finger together and ran them across my throat.

In the centre of the cla.s.s, Hara grabbed Tanabe's hand. The shaking hand with the scissors. Slowly he led it to her neck and looked at the girl closely.

"Quickly," said he.

"Die," he ordered.

Forty people were gazing at Tanabe, and each gaze was different. Curiosity. Disgust. Mock. Bewilderment. Confusion. Shock. And something else. These were the looks that surrounded her from everywhere. Everyone made their contribution to trample Tanabe. Slowly but surely, she turned into nothing.

I remembered the scene I saw in the park, thanks to Hara. The huge flock of pigeons, ripping up a single piece of bread. A swarming gray ma.s.s of a mult.i.tude of living creatures, driven by one goal. The grey ma.s.s, wriggling like earth worms or leeches and devouring food without leftovers.

Tanabe is right in the centre.

Encouraged by the claps, she tightened her grip on the scissors. Hara let go of her hand, and the girl slowly brought it to her neck.

The grey ma.s.s only stops its movements, when there is no more feed.

That's how it was a year ago.

Tanabe, you understood it, don't you?

Tanabe slowly pressed the open blades to her neck and submerged it under her skin.

We clapped our hands again.

Come on, don't stop.

Tear yourself apart.

Tanabe tore her skin, and blood gushed out of her neck, pulsating like a waterfall, watering Hara and a few others near him. The blood flowed out of the wound as if from a hole in a leather bottle with water.

Tanabe froze for a few seconds, and then shook from dizziness. It might have seemed that she had fainted, like an anemic girl on a date, but, looking at the fountain of blood it was easy to see that she was actually in pain. Tanabe's legs buckled, and she fell onto Hara's desk, who barely managed to get out of the way.

Tearing off the someone-else's-blood-soaked hair and clothes from his skin, Hara looked down at Tanabe, who was spread on the table. Interested in what was with her, I got up and looked at her from afar.

Hara sat back down, rested his elbows on his knees and examined the dead body. Still sitting, he stretched out his hand and touched Tanabe's left breast. The blood from her neck stained the blouse, and the undergarments shone through it whose colour was now impossible to determine. Hara groped the chest and squeezed it.

The scissors fell out of Tanabe's hands and hit the floor. The loud sound returned everyone to reality, but no one moved.

Hara picked up the scissors, opened them and began to cut off the b.u.t.tons on Tanabe's blouse, one after the other. When he cut off the fourth, the blouse opened up, exposing Tanabe's upper body. Hara shifted the yellow bra, the left part of which was reddened from blood so that a nipple was exposed. He flipped over the short skirt, showing off the panties. Still sitting, Hara ran a finger over them and licked the blood stained nipple.

The muscles of the dead girl relaxed, and urine flowed down her legs. The blood dripped from desk to the floor and mixed with the urine in one puddle. Arai, sitting behind Hara, fell over onto her knees, she began to vomit. The smells of vomit, urine, and blood mixed into a disgusting bouquet, in which s.p.a.ce for a corpse smell wasn't left.

Fushimi, sitting a few metres away rose to his feet and turned to Hara with a glazed look. Fushimi's body stiffened, but after a few seconds softened, and he began to hobble. The people standing nearby tried to stop him. Then finally one of the girls screamed, but the scream resembled more of the sound of a broken tv.

The people around Fushimi grabbed him by the arms. Resisting, Fushimi took out a knife from his pocket, made an arc in the air with the blade and accidentally slashed Nakanishi's right shoulder. To the smells of vomit, blood, and urine, the smell of sweat was added, and someone else vomited. Covered in blood, Nakanishi pulled a mop out of a cleaning container and directed it at Fushimi. Sasaki and Ogawa also both grabbed mops and repeated after their cla.s.smate. And the way Fushimi moved back in fear, looked so absurd it could lead to laughter.

A circle was formed very quickly around Fushimi, and those guys that didn't want to be included, stepped back and headed for the exit.

But. The surrounded Fushimi screamed. The people around him, not saying anything, gestured for him to drop the knife. I say by the exit, and the ones wishing to escape made a foolish fuss by me. Behind me, as if an infant, Takemura crawled on all fours.

Hara removed the urine soaked panties and threw them away.

Takemura stretched out his hand to the exit behind my back, and the locked door screeched in protest. Nakanishi hit with the mop's handle, and its corner drowned in Fushimi's stomach. Fushimi threw the knife. It pierced Murakami's stomach, who stood by Nakanishi, and more blood started to pour out. Sasaki banged Fushimi with the mop, who didn't have any experience with weapons. Screams were heard again and again, but what was yelled was impossible to make out. A bunch of people rushed back and forth between the front door and the back door. To prevent me from getting knocked over, I took a few steps to the side.

Hara stuck his finger inside Tanabe.

The avalanche of people slammed Takemura into the door he was trying to open. Painful! You will crush me! His low yells quickly died out. The dumb jerks were ready to break themselves against the door, just to knock it out.

But this wasn't happening in a manga, and the door turned wasn't that easy to knock out. The support rollers were bent, and the sliding doors were completely jammed. But the people were still pushing it. I walked up to the platform. Fushimi was already gone from view. Takahashi already had his knife, blood sparkling from the blade. The handle of a mop stuck into Takahashi's eye socket, and a transparent liquid with red specks poured out of it.

What is it like when the eyeball is being crushed? This is the first time I've seen something like this.

Again, dozens of phones began to ring. Their resonance amid the horrible noise of the crowd set off a new wave of panic. The messages to the students' phones – ugly with horror, locked in this cla.s.s – were sent by us. Those who were still sitting at their desks, keeping their minds sane, jumped up nervously, and their thoughts surrendered under the attack of the chaos.

Come on, it's time to rot.
I waited a lot.
Everyone's killing, so you should too.
Don't you love what everyone is doing?

The rules of the cla.s.s, are the rules for everyone. The rules for everyone are determined by everyone. The fact that someone is being bullied is done with overall permission. This is how they work.

Everyone is killing now, so you should too.

I stared at how the fools hesitated.

There was nothing surprising in the fact that some people would get over excited and fall into a panic in this turmoil. Somehow with intuition, you can understand that they're looking for forgiveness and in the end, the suppressed anger explodes from within.

Hara took his finger out of Tanabe and glanced at it.

"Though dead, she's still wet," he said.

Trying to escape through the window, Nomura placed her foot on the window frame. Someone pushed Noda, who slightly touched the girl's shoulder. With waving arms, Nomura fell. Iwata, an unteachable idiot, also tried to escape through the window and also fell. Fourth floor. If they wouldn't fall back into the cla.s.s they could die.

The mobile phones didn't stop vibrating.

I climbed the platform where Minato stood and observed the cla.s.s.

There was an excellent view from there. With horrifying howls, some fools were killing, others attempted to escape, and the third were dying.

Outside, some teacher started screaming. In the window on the door, appeared her face. Katai. She threw a glance into the cla.s.s and was stupefied.

The small world of the small schoolchildren was falling apart.

I made sure that there was no one hiding under the teacher's desk, and took Minato by the hand.

And I laughed, admiring the madness before us.

Edited by: Akshaythedon