[EDITING] The Legend of Class-3 (An "Another" fanfic)

The Beginning of the End

I thought back on yesterday, knowing I must stay strong for what lies ahead. The curse kills those with a connection to class-3. Innocent people will keep dying until the one who is dead, stays that way. How does one even find out who's been dead before, if the curse erases all memories and proof of death? I'm sure we'll figure something out...hopefully before we lose too many lives. I can't live with that on my hands.

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        During our PE class, I continued to ponder the conversation I had with Rin the day before. While the class continued their laps around the track, I analyzed every detail from the information about the calamity. At first, I didn't question the reason why one of the class officers wasn't present for PE. However, it wasn't like Shiro to miss out on laps; they seemed to be his favorite given that his face lights up like the night sky. He came to class today and didn't leave early, so where could he be? I began to wonder where he had gone.        
       
        My question was answered moments later.

        I found out that the assistant teacher had asked one of my classmates, Ryuko, to bring Maehara to the nurse's office because he had sprained his ankle. On their way there, they heard a scream loud enough to shatter an eardrum if you were close enough to the original source.

        When Ryuko walked around the corner, she had felt like something had fallen on her head; almost like rain drops. After a few more drops hit her head, she slowly looked upward. Her face contorted into a look of absolute terror. There was a fence above where she was walking and Shiro had fallen from the top of the school building, plummeting into that fence.

        It had penetrated his flesh, impaling him through the heart, lungs, right leg, left eye, and through chest and stomach areas where most vital organs are. You could see the crimson blood slowly trickling down the outside and through the center of one of the pipes from the fence. The pipe was hollow, allowing all of his small organs, that fit in the pipe, to find their way down to the bottom of that pipe and onto the person below. Ryuko fell to her knees in an agonizing, torturous, intense state of shock.

        "Has it begun? Am I going to be next?" she thought to herself.

        We immediately stopped the class at the sound of Shiro's scream, and the teacher went to make sure they were alright. He saw Maehara sitting on a bench -where Ryuko had left him- and saw Ryuko just around the corner kneeling on the ground; leaning up against a wall; covered in blood.

        Ryuko explained that she had set Maehara down on the bench to investigate where the screaming came from only to result in the worst possible outcome.

        I only knew about the incident from the teacher, Izumi Kudara. Ryuko never wanted to talk about it, not that I blame her. The whole class was on edge for the rest of the day, more so than usual; sadly, it was understandable.

        All of the students in my class kept softly muttering amongst themselves "Has it begun?" in a eerie tone. Every student in class-3, except Rin and I, proceeded to say that phrase repetitively; seemingly without end. With my limited knowledge on the curse -and limited experience- I didn't fear it enough to take part in the constant murmuring of that supposedly "dreaded" sentence. But I should fear it, especially after the first death of the year; the first of many, I assume.

        The slightest, distant whisper; the tiniest echo in the halls set the class on edge. These kids seemed so freaked, even a rock getting kicked across the pavement could send them into panic attacks.

        Rin pulled me to the side to discuss Shiro's death. "Wasn't he one of the class officers?" she asked.

        I nodded my head, then she continued. "Why was he on the roof anyway? I've been wondering that for a while but I guess only Shiro would know" she said, resigning herself.

        "I've been wanting to know that same thing," I replied

        Rin looked at me with a sense of urgency; the kind that meant life or death. She leaned over to me, breathing shakily as if she was nervous. She was hesitant; I could see it in her eyes. Finally, she composed herself and leaned closer, whispering what almost sounded like last words; the kind of words that mark your fate, to rot or die slowly.

        "When the calamity starts, it won't stop until the end of the year" she mentioned.

       I looked at her with wide eyes, astonished. "For the next year, at least one student or anyone with ties to class-3 will die," Rin said.

       I thought to myself, if any other deaths are like Shiro's then this might the bloodiest school year of my life.