Ghost of You [Danganronpa]

12

Does death stop time? 

<AKANE>

My eyes craned open, blurry and watering before I let out a groan, rolling over simultaneously. Upon rolling over, my palms hit the floor, and with a hissed breath, I rubbed my hand against the floor. Rather than the smooth, tile floor of Future Foundation, I felt carpet.

"The hell..." I muttered, the words snarled out and slurred, seeing how I had just woken up.

"Glad to hear you up, sweetheart!" A drawl from the dark corner of the room stole my attention in that direction. With gritted teeth, I pulled myself up, one hand pushing up my sleeve and the other curled into a fist.

"Who's there?" I barked.

"Ohhhh, just someone long forgotten since Ms. Gloomy refuses to let me get out. It's sorta' annoyin', to be honest, like sheesh, let me kill some pretty boys!"

"The hell you're talkin' about?"

"Well, I'm not allowed to kill now since my precious White Knight 'nd all told her to shut me up, which is suuuuuuuper rude, but what Master says goes! Ehehe... but, y'know, it's so borin' and shit. And Dekomaru ain't around here, from what I've seen, so I'm bored!"

I pulled myself up from off the floor, glancing side to side in attempts to locate the voice.

The glint of silver peeked out of the corner of my eye. With hesitation, I hurled my fist in that direction.

"Whoa, girl!"

I froze as the skin of my knuckle pressed against the cold touch of metal.

"The hell?" I growled out, retracting my fist and throwing it blindly again.

"Careful there, sweetheart! I'm a man-killer, not a lady one! Another step forward and these crafted scissors will cut the hell out of you! But, you know, it's kinda annoyin' since you were snooping around, so I've got a perfectly valid reason if Big Mack questions somethin'. Want the lights on before I skewer you?"

Dancing back, I landed on all fours, ready to kick out if necessary, shifting my weight to rest on both of my feet while my hands were still held in a defensive position. With a click, the lights turned out, and my jaw dropped.

"Eeh? Aren't ya the author?"

"Bookworm? Hell, nah. I'm not her. I've got her body, though it's nothin' attractive."

What used to be Touko was now someone with a crazed glint in her eye, irises now a blazing red, her tongue poking out of her mouth. Despite that, she was able to speak clearly.

In her hands, she twirled two pairs of scissors, one a bit more rusty than the other. As she caught me looking at it, she held it up to her eye-level.

"Aw, crap!" She complained. "These ones got rusty just because I accidentally dropped 'em in water? Come on!"

With that, the scissors vanished under her clothing, and the woman cocked her head, looking at me up and down.

"Eh... you're not a Future Foundation member, are ya?"

"Nah. I've been here for a while now- but are ya... like a twin to the other girl, or no?"

"Oh? Bookworm? Hell no! I'm your friendly serial killer, Genocider Syo!"

I blinked impassively.

She had a hand on her stomach, as if Syo or whatever the hell her name was, about to laugh. Upon seeing my reaction, she dropped it, and a growl entered. "Huh? You don't know me...?"