"The construct of time is fragile. It's easily changed and warped, like say, water. In the case of different variables, like temperature, water changes from liquid to solid. Such is time, which can change to different circumstances. Let's say one night you're walking home from work. You can take your usual path or a shortcut. By making the choice, you've affected time. It's a butterfly effect. It's really crazy to think how much you can effect with a simple choice. I like to simplify all this with one word. Causality."
The man saying all this held a knife in his hand and slowly made his way to the woman strapped into a chair in the corner.
"I'm sorry, I've been ranting." He said. "Allow me to unbind you."
He took the duct tape from her mouth and cut the bindings from her wrists. His knife cut through gently, him making absolutely sure not to harm her in the process.
"I do believe you should leave. It's about to get messy." The man said softly to her. She stared into the eye-holes of his gas mask for a moment, breathing heavily. She then nodded quickly and ran from the room.
He stood and made his way to another man who laid in a messy pool of his own blood. He spun the knife between his fingers.
"You know, it was hard for me to track you down. I hated having to use her as bait, but it was necessary." He stated as he knelt beside the man.
"Y-you...son of a bi-" The dying man began to say, but coughed, cutting himself off. Blood spewed from his mouth.
"I won't tolerate that kind of speaking." The other man said firmly, suddenly stabbing his knife into the man's hand, causing him to scream. "I like to think of myself as a vigilante, well, perhaps more as a citizen doing what he believes is his duty."
The dying man coughed up more blood, now barely able to speak.
"Have you ever heard the expression, Noblesse Oblige?" Asked the man, yanking the knife out from the other man's hand. "It basically means that as one of high status, you have the responsibility towards those beneath yourself. I see my responsibility as taking care of those who are hurt by people like you."
He grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him towards the same chair that the woman was tied into.
"However, I also believe in an eye for an eye." He said as he tied the man to the chair. "So, how shall we go about this?"
He plunged his knife into the man's leg. He barely let out a sound, now almost dead.
"W-who are you..." The dying man muttered.
"Me? You can call me Fourth." He replied, pulling the knife from the man's leg. "Now let's have some fun."
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The Future Diary
Fanfiction[This is a remake of my Future Diary series that I've been writing.] Inspired by the animes; Future Diary and Eden of the East. In a dying world; there is a dying god, a game, and the diaries. Twelve contestants will fight in a game of life and deat...
