Future Diary 2: New Survival Game

Chapter 20: Clash Between The Three Diary Holders

A/N: You do know whose POV is it.

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"The man standing in front of us is no other than... the FIRST!" We exclaimed in unison. Our gazes interlocked.

"A pleasure in meeting the both of you, Fourth and Eighth." The First mockingly stated.

"What do you want, First?" I growled while clutching my [Dull Diary] inside my pocket.

"Remain composed, Fourth. Who knows what this man's gonna do next." He stated coldly.

The First burst out laughing as if he was some kind of psycho. 

"Awww c'mon, Eighth. I know you love me." He flashed his signature smirk.

"Dude, I ain't gay, for your information." Eighth rolled his eyes as he grabbed his [Detective Diary] out of his pocket.

"I know you aren't. Just messing with ya." The First chuckled as he prepared his battle stance.

The Eighth rolled his eyes. "Let's just get this over with, First. I don't want the Fourth to be involved in this 'little game of ours'.

I stood there, confusion devouring me whole. Little game of theirs?

"Eighth, what do you mean by 'little game of ours'? Haven't settled your score with First yet?" Was all I managed to speak out. Are they mortal enemies by any chance?

"Fourth, you don't wanna know. Mind your own business, will you? This is MY fight, not yours." He responded, his voice colder than ice.

"But, but all I want to do is to help you-" I was cut off by the Eighth.

"Run, Fourth! Run like the wind!" He shouted back at me.

I was too caught up in my rambling thoughts.

I want to help you, Eighth! I want to be of use!

I can't help him, I'm too effete..

Don't just stand there, do something, you idiot!

I was embattled between my thoughts when suddenly, I felt a bullet pass through the side of my head.

"FOURTH!" I heard Eighth calling out. But, I pretended I didn't hear a thing he just said. I just stood there, staring at nothing in particular.

'I can't help the Eighth, after all... I'm weak, useless and too effete when it comes to battles.' I thought.

"Aww, that bullet missed. Oh well, guess I have to try once more." The First loaded his pistol. "I might as well end your life, Fourth." The First chuckled psychotically as he pulled the trigger.

"Fourth, watch out, damn it! That bullet's gonna hit you! Do you want to die that badly and be eliminated from the Survival Game?! Make a wise decision, dude. What about your family? your friends? The people surrounding you, huh?! Won't they be saddened at the fact of you dying?! Snap out of it!" The Eighth shouted at me.

As the bullet drew nearer, I suddenly snapped out of my trance as I backflipped. Thank God, the bullet hit a tree stump.

"I'm sorry, but I have to eliminate you first!" I determinedly exclaimed as I grabbed a gun from my holster and started shooting the First.

"What the hell?!" The First managed to dodge the bullets.

I smirked. "Why are you dodging them, First? Aren't you strong-willed? Huh? Answer me, you son of a biatch!" 

The First didn't answer. But ran away instead. I chased him.

"Don't try escaping from me, First!" I ran after him in the speed of light.

The First turned his head to look at me. Hell, was he so scared out of his mind. The thought of First's dead body in front of me was just hilarious.

The First ran out of breath and stumbled down to his feet. Almost there....

And alas. I was standing in front of the First. Now's the chance to kill him.

I aimed my gun at him, a grimace plastered on my face. I laughed pyschotically.

"It's a Game Over for you, First. See you in the afterlife." I was about to pull the trigger when someone grabbed me from behind.

To my relief, it was Eighth.

"Fourth, are you out of your mind?! I was supposed to get rid of First!" Eighth spun me around and placed his hands on my shoulders firmly.

"But, Eighth..." Was all I managed to sputter out. What have I done? I think I went out of my mind. I went overboard.

"Listen up, Fourth. DON'T MIND OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" Eighth practically screamed at my face.

I looked down to my feet. "I-I'm sorry. I'll never do it again." I muttered.

Eighth sighed. "Okay then."

Noticing that the First had escaped from the depths of my wrath, Eighth and I strolled down the pathway.

Little did I know someone was glaring daggers at me.

"Fourth, huh? Man, he might be a pain in the ass when I encounter him again." The mysterious gal behind the tree smirked.

"I guess I'll be meeting you once again, Jed..." The mysterious gal vanished.