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Akira Mitsumi - Evening

The lazers shot from the sky, painting the streets around Akira a dark red. It was brief, but, with a sickening “phwuck” the man in front of her was dead, blood trickling from his mouth. Like a tin can, he crumpled into Akira.

“Ew! Ew, Ew, Ew!”

She'd already had enough of touching corpses. Nausea crashed into her as the body slid off her, eyes glazen as it lay on the floor, half folded over itself. She shuddered “Agh..” 

She gagged, stumbling to get away from the body. Her shoulders heaved, her stomach lurched, the little she'd eaten today splattering onto the pavement 
“Oh god..oh god…” She whispered, lip curling in disgust, as she fought the urge to retch again, pulling her hands away from her mouth. She groaned, staring up at the sky, narrowing her eyes, as though searching for something to hurl insults at. She spat to the side. 
“This is Bullshit! This is fucking Bullshit! This place pisses me off! I can't stand dying, or being stuck here, or -- whatever! Those damned, bullshit, motherfucking, goddamned lasers!”

Akira sunk to the ground, hardly caring about the vomit in front of her 
“Fuck…”
This guy had basically begged her for his life before he died. She could have saved him. She'd let this guy die.

Akira Mitsumi had killed a man. 

Her fingers curled, pressing against the concrete as she began to cry, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She cried about being alone. She cried about the game. She cried about the man. She cried for herself. She tried to control her breathing - she truly did - She never cried. But she was too far gone, sobs turning into hitching gasps for air as her breathing became erratic and shallow. She didn't even have the wherewithal to be ashamed about it. She just sobbed.

She didn't know how long had passed by the time she pulled herself together, but it was the creeping smell of her own vomit that snapped her out of it. She shakily stood up, one arm pressed against the wall for support. She took in deep breaths, her chest rising and falling as her heart rate gradually slowed down. She wiped the tears and vomit from her face, taking a moment to look around the street.  The paper the man had been holding was lying on the ground, just shy of the corpse. Akira grimaced, still tasting the vomit in her throat as she bent down to pick it up, curiosity overthrowing the disgust. She turned the paper over, reading it.

PLAYER - NINGEN KAZU
VISA DAYS REMAINING - 7

GAME ‘6♡’  CLEARED 

PLAYERS VISA HAS BEEN EXTENDED BY 6 DAYS. 

27/06/2010 - 8:12 PM

Akira read the paper, once, twice, then squinted. He'd been here since June? And Hearts… that was different to the game she’d played. What was hers, again?

She shook her head, eyes scanning the paper again. The numbers made her head spin, and it all made little sense to her. But.. He had a visa, like hers. It was longer than hers, aswell. But he was dead, and she wasn't. How could that be? Was it random?

Holy fucking shit. Holy fucking Shit.

Seven days had passed since he'd completed the game. He had Seven days in his visa. Is that why he was dead? Shit. She couldn't remember anything about her game. It was a low number, she was sure of that. She must have at least two days left on her visa. But, that surely meant she'd have to join another game again. She'd barely made it out of the last one. 

It was a sobering thought, and Akira scrunched her face up, crumpling the piece of paper, shoving it in her pocket. She couldn't stay here - Not with her vomit, not with the corpse. She couldn't keep a hold of herself, and she started to run. She didn't care where. She just had to get away.

Her breath grew heavy and rapid as her feet pounded against the pavement. Her senses were still shot, as she ran aimlessly. Running away wouldn't fix anything - hell, it would make things worse. But Akira couldn't stop herself. She ran until her legs shook, her shoulders heaved, and her stomach lurched. She knew if she didn't stop now, she'd surely vomit again. 

She coughed hard, pressing the back of her bandaged hand to her mouth, trying to swallow the sour bile that threatened to rise in her throat. She was trapped, like a rat, in this..place. She was going to die, Just like the man. She was already a dead girl. 

It was like she was caught in a tunnel - like the entire world was closing in on her. Akira was tired. So, so tired. She was desperately trying to regain some sort of equilibrium, yet the very effort seemed futile.

She slammed her body into a nearby car, hands desperately scrabbling to grasp the handle. Please, please open. If there was any god out there, any sense of hope in this hell, the door would open.

Click

The back door of the car slid open, as Akira slumped into the passenger seats. Her body trembled as she brought her knees up to her chest, curling up. That's all she wanted to do now - curl up and fall asleep. She hadn't felt this tired in such a long time. It was almost.. peacful, how fatigue gripped at her, in such a stark contrast to the terror that had ripped through her just moments before. 

She closed her eyes, letting sleep take her.