The Ultimate Hunt

14.

So I died.

I couldn't even feel the pain spread through my body, because I died instantly by getting shot right in my eye, with the bullet getting stuck in my skull.

I didn't get to see the reactions of the rest. 

I didn't get to see Hanako for the last time. 

I was gone.

At the end of the day, all of my efforts, my plans, my preparations for the killing game were.. useless. 

My Ultimate was useless.

I was able to win against the participants, but not against the system that wanted to eliminate me.

I deserved it, though.

My existence and talent hurt and killed tons of people. Whether they were innocent or not, it didn't matter. I took their lives away, not letting them have a choice. 

I took my parents lives, believing that once I'd be free from them, I'd never have to force myself to use my Ultimate again. But I was wrong. 

No matter how free I would be, I'd keep using it. I was too rotten to the core to stop. I was too selfish to stop. All that mattered to me was my own well being. With some exceptions, of course, but sooner or later I'd sacrifice them as well. Just like how I sacrificed Lydia.

No wonder people blamed us, The Ultimates, for the world's collapse. Talents, especially those dangerous like mine, could easily mess you up. 

If I survived, in ten years I could be the next Junko fucking Enoshima. Would that be so bad though..

Yeah. Good thing I died.

Mom, dad, I'm coming down to you. We will be together again, forever.