Hidden Meanings

Killjoy [DB]

Discord Bullet, inspired by the recent events in The Sue Project by FlyingSwallow123

I killed someone. 

I fired the first shot in the war- both Cas and I. 

I was busy with one of our enemies- a small boy, no older then nineteen. He was surprisingly talented for his age and hit me in the throat- really painful. 

It was when I heard Cas- Casper- cry out. 

Despite the blackness tinging the edge of my vision, I had looked up. Seeing Cas interlocked in a fight with a woman who seemed in her mid-twenties sent me in a panicked frenzy. 

I had reacted really quickly, twisting as much as I can to stick the knife into the gut of the boy. 

He screamed.

He screamed. I remember it ringing in my ears, causing a pounding headache as it seemed to bounce around in my skull. Feeling him let go of my other (formerly pinned) arm, I whirled around before driving the blade towards his neck.

I killed him. 

The numbness didn't come till later. I didn't see all the blood besides the sudden spurt that exploded over my knuckle. I paused, wiped it off my pants before turning to help Casper.

We killed them. 

All five of those guys. We killed them all. Casper had his pistol on him.

"Mo...Mo...we just..."

It was then I realized how wet my hands were, how my shirt clung to my chest and I looked down.

Blood everywhere. Blood, blood, blood, and more blood. 

I don't know how I reacted.

Holy shit, I just killed someone. No, not someone- three people. I killed three people. 

Is this how the people of Dangan Ronpa felt? How Leon felt when he killed Sayaka, or when Mondo accidentally killed Chihiro just because he got upset? 

"C-Casper," I had whispered at that time before falling to my knees. 

Cas dropped his gun in moments, acting as if the weapon was made of acid. His hands were shaking, his face bloodless and sweat-streaked.

I did the same- however, I also didn't.

I hurled the knife across the room.

I had killed a nineteen year-old boy. Cas had killed a young girl, probably no older then fourteen.

Murderers. Killer. That's what we were.

"M-M-Mo...we need...to go..." my twin said softly, his voice laced with fear and worry as it trembled. "We need to go....now."

I could hear it too, the steady thumping of advancing forces sent by our opponent.

"F*ck," I whispered in a shattered tone. "Let...let them kill us for all I care."

Cas grabbed my arm and hauled me up before casting a dark look at the pistol on the ground. His cheeks were flushed and the edges of his eyes were tinged red.

"Cas, have you been crying...?"

At that, my brother glanced away. "C-Come on. L-Let's m-move."

I stared at the nasty wound in my leg, and pain only just started to register. "We killed them," my voice cracked. "We killed them. We killed them."

I repeated that over and over like a broken record.

Even now, as I ponder over that day, I can imagine so many other things is could've and should've done. As I was limping away with Cas, we heard it.

"War has...been declared."

We did it. We threw the first punch.

- Mo Dalles