it was black ◎ psycho pass

~Chapter 31~

chapter 31~~

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Everything was muffled.

The lights.

The noise.

The sound of the needle clattering to the floor, or the oppressing silence that came afterwards.

Even the sour taste in my mouth wasn't as sour as usual.

The frantic mumbles of my conscience dulled the feeling of my legs on the floor, or my jaw that Kyle had thrown a punch at.

The buzzing in my brain only intensified when I looked at her.

She lay limply in Kyle's arms.

she's dead

Glassy and unresponsive- not warm and inviting eyes like they usually were. Her lips were slightly parted- I was tempted to put my finger inside and see if she would bite down. I reached a hand towards her, to evoke some life in her. I let the hand drop.

you killed her

Kyle was still shaking her as the MWPSB lifted their lights. Kyle, out of all people, should know that she wouldn't wake up like that. This has happened before and you have failed before. But. It still wouldn't stop him from trying to wake her.

did I kill her?

I forced one foot after the other.

running away again

How did I reach the end of the room? Surely they would've got me by then? Everything was too confused to answer questions; it just wanted to be in the dark, darkness, a cupboard. And the next thing I knew, I had crammed myself into a store cupboard. Surrounded by mops and brooms and dust amplified my ragged breathing. The door had been hastily banged shut behind me, so I nudged it with my foot to secure myself into the dark.

it's all my fault

This is all terrible. The MWPSB arrived because I wasn't a good hacker and now this. I'm hiding in a broom cupboard so I won't get caught for killing my best friend. It was impossible that I would avoid this. Or them. They would find me soon enough. But what about Mels?

is she dead? dead already? hasn't this happened before?

Violently, I shook that thought out of my mind and tried to convince myself otherwise. The dosage couldn't have been the strong, and I didn't inject all of it. Realistically speaking I could've missed and just hit her skin.

yeah, that's right- it was just an accident.

My eyes began to droop in the darkness, and lack of sleep brought on a new wave of drowsiness. But as much as I wanted to lie there in the mops and brooms, I needed to be awake in case my watch decided to snitch on me. Another one of its great functions was to send out its location to any MWPSB officers or psychologists when called for, and no doubt it would get called for. It also said what condition I was in, e.g. sleeping, eating (muffins), or wild and crazy.

"Your Crime Coefficient has reached 800."

I hit my watch in frustration. Excuse me? Oh no you don't! I know my Crime Coefficient isn't that high even if I am a psycho latent criminal! I swiped it open viciously to see that it was only 499. See? In fact, you're-