Frenzy (Pokémon Danganronpa)

Chapter 18: Remembrance

     Sherwood's POV

     It was the most unusual feeling that I've ever undergone. The consistent wake-up routine seems to have changed. I no longer have to hear the despair-filled voices of other people, trampling across the halls with negative tones. I walked around the living room feeling, well, glad. That's the only time that I have ever felt happy, and I believe this week could be the best moments of my life.

     "Well...I'm quite confused on what to do now, I've never felt so free," Leon placed his paw against his chin, his legs crossed as he sat on the couch.

     Slowly, I made my way to the chairs in front of the couches and took my seat where we can talk to each other eye-to-eye.

     "It's kinda funny," I chuckled softly. "I hated ya when we first got 'ere." Leon sheepishly smiled at my comment.

     "Yeah...and I spoke so formally too," Leon took his paw and casually folded his arms.

     "You still do," I wheezed silently as the Lucario had begun laughing with me.

     "You bastard," Leon playfully cursed me under his breath. "A lot of people have sure changed here."

     "Hm..." I nodded slowly and began to ponder. Lancer, Talus, Vince, Gruta, Inu, and now Aubra had all died in this murderous household. Was this all worth it? To be able to leave this mansion with blood on my claws?

     "I understand that the others we lost in this mansion will no longer get to see the beautiful outside world, but I'm sure that most of the Pokemon we have lost would have wanted us to keep going and live through his hell," Leon warmly smile up to me, the appendages on his head falling back to his neck.

     "You read my mind, huh?" I folded my arms the same way Leon was folding his. "That's the second time you've done that during this whole week." Those words caused the jackal to shrug.

     "That's a good thing, privacy is a very nice thing to have," Leon spoke, but his attention immediately shifted to the front door. "Someone is in a rush." He calmly spoke.

     There was no one at the door, but it only took a second to realize that the Lucario was sensing someone from behind the door.

     Loki quickly busted through the door.

     "Guys! I can remember my past! I can remember everything!" Her voice was labored, and paw was rested against her chest.

     "How is that possible? I can't remember a thing," Rayne murmured from the kitchen, making her way over to the Zoroark. "Whatever, tell us what you remember."

     "Alright..." Loki took one deep breath...

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     Memory 1

     Loki's POV

     The feeling of tears was the only thing embracing me currently. They didn't care, no one did. As I ran through the forest, I felt myself scream at the top of my lungs.

     "I fucking hate everyone! I want everyone to fucking die! Die, I say!" My practically incoherent words were muffled by the sheer amount of leaves in the forest as I ran. There was nothing else to do but sprint away from my problems. My parents didn't care, they truly didn't.

     I stumbled across the gravel and come to a pause. Glaring at the large scar on my arm that my parents—no, they were no longer my parents anymore. I glared at the large scar that a stranger had caused, a pure stranger.