He is the purge, he is AGUST D, he purged night through night, he is sociopathic, he is insane, AND HE KILLS.
He is hidden between university students, quiet, deadly and is known for being coldhearted.
But when Meiko starts seeing the similarities...
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All that breakfast that I had consumed in the morning; was in the toilet bowl. Every single speck, but I still was unable to stop retching, even when there was nothing left to retch. Even bile begun to burn my throat, and slip up to my tongue.
After a few seconds, the pain stopped, the thick stream of vomit was gone, and the seconds of spittle was all over. I breathed in, tasting the sourness and bitter, bland taste in my mouth. I question how murderers can look at their victims without being sick, without feeling overwhelmed, and scared.
I wiped my eyes, the salty tears rather than slip down my cheeks, were now dripping down my hands. My lips trembled, but I felt better. Much better. The dead body was still etched into my mind, every time I blinked, I could see the teachers wide, resenting eyes, staring down at me.
A knock came from the bathroom door after a few seconds of silence. I tried to wipe away the access vomit on my lips, and fanned my face, before opening the door. I peaked through the door to see someone I didn't expect. Not at all really, especially seeing as this was a woman's bathroom, and this person identified as a man.
His bleach blond hair was damp, black roots starting to grow from the parting of his hair. His eyes were murky, and dispassionate. But his eyes were always expressing those emotions, I don't think I have ever seen him smile.
This encounter was very peculiar. He was just staring at me, as though he was in a reverie, and was unable to look away. I raised my eye-brows in silent question, but he only stared back. So I licked the dryness off my lips and cleared my throat.
"What are you doing in the woman's bathroom?" I asked, my hands still holding the door in front of most of my body. I felt vulnerable, and afraid. His facial features did not fault, his lips in an erect line, as usual. He wasn't the type i'd think I would ever get a reaction from.
"I saw what happened, to the teacher," He seemed unbothered, except for the flicker of pain in his hooded eyes. "I was worried, so I followed you,"
Worried. I never knew someone like him to be worried for someone as frivolous as me. I was just some girl in his classes, studying the same thing. Interested, in the same thing.
"Everyone is horrified, who wouldn't be? If you just saw your own teacher murdered?" I asked, but I was not expecting an answer. He didn't give me one, either. He just peeled the door open, his callous hands reaching to pull my own warm palms, away from the door.
His hands on mine made me flinch, they were gelid and cool. It was cold today, he should have worn something much warmer. I could practically see him shivering through his thin white shirt, the only thing keeping him protected being the camo jacket.
