Danganronpa: Boiling Point

Chapter 28: Fourth Floor Investigation

After I was certain that Sakura was going to be ok, I spent the rest of the day mourning the three students we lost, alone in my room. Teruteru, the perverted chef who made amazing food. Mondo, the biker who refused to hit a girl for any reason, yet was ready to fight any guy who rubbed him the wrong way. And Tenko, the girl with a serious misandry problem, who sparred a lot with Sakura.

Teruteru died a horrible death, cooked to death in the Kitchen oven. Mondo's death, by contrast, was likely instantaneous, if what Kyoko said was true. And Tenko...that...THING...dislocated her knee and broke her arm, before finally breaking her neck with a Tombstone Piledriver. She suffered as well, though not as long as Teruteru.

I was really not in the mood for company, nor did it seem anyone else was. Even the Group Chat was quiet, and we ate dinner in relative silence, each person making their own dinner without saying much of anything to anyone else. Sakura was taking things the hardest, slowly drinking her protein shake and barely touching the yakisoba with shrimp that she made herself.

The only positive thing that happened today was Monorakun pushing another update to our E-Handbooks, so we could see the current date as well as the time. Today was Friday, March 18th, 2022, according to the newly updated Date/Time, and if my math was correct, this was our tenth day stuck in this place, with six of our "classmates" already dead.

When the 10pm alert went off, I headed straight to bed, and drifted off to sleep. And another dream came to visit me, another memory from my past.

I was 16 years old, almost 17, and was getting dressed up for a date with a guy I had just met, Tonchiki Gehinna. I had on a cute navy blue dress, sleeveless and just above the knee, black thigh-high stockings, and navy blue low heels. My hair was half-up, half-down, with the top half put up in a wide ponytail. I even used a little bit of makeup, something I rarely do beyond lipstick and eye shadow, adding some blush and lip liner.

Tonchiki picked me up a few minutes before the appointed time, and we went to see a scary movie, "Jigoku Heno Dou", or "Road to Hell" if translated into English. It was written by American director Andrew Forrest, which seemed unusual for a Japanese movie, but horror/mystery movies always caught my interest.

To my disappointment, Tonchiki seemed much more interested in me than he was the movie, staring at my chest, and not-so-subtly trying to slip a finger or two under my hem, under the guise of resting a hand on my knee or thigh. He stopped after a character I did not like died, and I whispered into Tonchiki's ear, "I hope that person's killer gets his penis cut off and eaten in front of him," before opening a package of beef jerky, taking a bite, and ripping it away from my mouth for effect.

Afterwards, we got into his car, with him driving, and we pulled up to a house I thought was his. He took my hand, and we walked up to his front door. I noticed all the lights inside were out, and it seemed no one else was home. However, when we got to the front door, instead of reaching for his keys, he reached for his belt buckle. My eyes widened, knowing what I had just walked into.

This was not his home. This was an abandoned building.

With a swift motion, he jerked my left hand, which he was still holding, towards him hard. Thinking quickly, I used the momentum to deliver an elbow to his jaw. This stunned him and caught him off guard, and when he loosened his grip on my left wrist, I drove my right knee into his gut. Feeling and hearing the wind knocked out of him, I swiftly grabbed both sides of his head and drove my right knee, again, into his face, breaking his nose and making him spout blood.

"Owww! Wha the fuu, bith?" Tonchiki loudly mumbled at me. I had apparently busted his lip with the lower part of my knee, as well.

I answered with a right hook to the temple, as hard as I could, and he dropped like a bunted foul ball, straight down and to my left. Smiling to myself, I took the keys off his pants loop, and dragged an unconscious Tonchiki to his car, buckling him in the passenger rear seat. I then moved over to the driver seat, counting two forward clicks before I could reach the pedals, and drove to the mortuary.