FALLEN part 1: Desperation and Devastation [ An OHSHC fanfiction ]

Prologue

[ Welcome to the prologue! As of now I've finished the script for all four books, but for now I'm only posting the first one. If anyone ever actually reads this and likes it, and requests me to continue then I'll consider writing the rest. Thanks for reading, and prepare yourself for the feels~ ] 

7/12/2015-- 

                He ran. Ran faster than he ever had before. But it still wasn't enough though, was it?

Through the cool darkness, bushes and flowers blurred with the scene behind him, eaten up by the speed in which he frantically ran. Stricken with panic, he lost footing and stumbled a bit, quick to regain his pace in desperation to escape. The silhouette of a man gave the chase under the early night like a wolf and its dinner, seemingly enjoying the exercise. It was happening so fast, he caught up so quickly. This man, this stranger, he kept his lithe state as he tackled his prey to the ground in a violent struggle, dominant over his target. He pinned him down quite easily and without hesitation pressed a dirty, white cloth around his mouth and nose. His screams and precarious struggles were muffled under the stranger's strength.

"Kaoru...! Kaoru!" he called under the cloth.

"Sshh..." assuaged the stranger. "...not allowed to talk, to be heard by others...." He formed an ear-to-ear crooked smile. "Your voice, Mr. Hitachiin, is just a memory now."

The hurt of death was drawing closer and closer in time as Hikaru fought back with all the strength he had to escape this stranger's clutches; to hide from that tarnished blade sitting in the grass neigh soon to pollute his body with inscrutable pain. He cried out and yelped louder than ever before, but his hoarse screeches were hushed and muffled under the tainted cloth binding his voice. Unheard, unknown, could no one near be aware of the suffering about to infuse itself deep into the core of his existence? Certainly that mustn't be the case. In another creepily soothing whisper, the stranger's voice arose as he continued tying.

"No more will you scream in fear in this terrifying world. Hide.."

The man had finished tying the layers of cloth, and was now reaching carefully for the blade. So calm, so collected, he appeared. In a rather erratic way almost. His voice was soothing with a pacifying tone to it, though the excitement in his eyes sent a completely different signal. Expressions of pure enjoyment in every wince of fear and blood melting his victim alive told Hikaru that he was going to be sure this was painful. To indulge in, to witness such pain was traumatizing for some, but an exhilarating thrill rush for others. A smile, a giggle or smirk and one's life in a pair of bloody hands was a thrill ride; the innocent as the rider and the killer as the broken tracks at the end of a cliff.

He grasped his fingers around the handle of his favorite knife resting on the cold grass, trilling the tips of his fingers once in perfect form. Finally, Hikaru broke free. Stumbling, sprinting, alert, he jumped to his feet and ran, trying to remove the cloth as he made his last escape. Not only was he bound to silence, he could hardly breathe...! If he could just turn the corner, turn to the other side of one of the school's buildings, he could stand under the light emanated from a street lamp. Maybe he could be seen. Maybe someone could see, and maybe they could help. He knew there were other students here even at this time of night. Others here, staying late to help clean up the festival, they all knew about the infiltration of the school. Out front dozens of police cars, helicopters, even an ambulance in case of trauma kept all students back behind them in safety as troops were sent to search the school buildings for more students. Meanwhile, shady figures crept about, all sharing a common origin, intentions, and goals, hiding within the school and brandishing dangerous weapons. Students still trapped inside during the police's lock-down procedure were in a frenzied panic, scattered about and separated, trying to find their path to safety before fear of being harmed overtook their will to try. It was a scary experience. Almost like an unorganized terrorist attack, yet Hikaru had a sense he was being quietly and specifically targeted under the commotion.