Devil's Wonderland

Memories

Halo Twenty-One: Memories:

As the days leading up to the final gate opening, more memories started to come back. Mikado and his friends felt it the worst. They have felt it before but these waves came much stronger. Crushing, almost suffocating. It happened without warning. Mikado and his friends couldn't stop it. The best that they could do was to ride it out.

It happened ten days before the gate was opened.

-Masaomi-

I am starting to have visions again.

I had this one last night.

I found myself sitting in a police interrogation room. I thought moments before, I was at Mikado's apartment again. We might have been asleep when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and found a police officer standing outside. He wanted to see me and asked me to come with him down to station. We didn't know what was going on. I went with them quietly. Mikado was the one who suggested that I do so.

"What's going on?" Anri asked. I shook my head uncertain.

"Just go," Mikado whispered. I could tell by his tone that this already happened. Something told me that it would be in my best interest to comply.

I sat that police interrogation room for what felt like hours. At first, they left me alone. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Part of me hoped that it didn't have anything to do with Saki. I hadn't been able to reach her all day. I shut my eyes. Please don't let it be what I think it is. Please don't let it be what I think it is.

I looked up when I heard the door open. A detective in a white shirt and brown pants walked inside. I couldn't hear what we were saying to each other. But I did know what he was talking about.

But then he came out and said it. It felt like a jack boot to the face.

"Cut the bull shit," he said. "We know you killed Mikajima Saki last night. Come out and say it already!" I stared at him with big eyes.

"Wait... she's dead?" I asked.

"Don't play dumb," that detective said. "Just confess!"

"I didn't kill her!" I shouted.

"We have you on camera walking up to your girlfriend's apartment," he said. "Just tell the truth!"

Only, they weren't sure it was me. They had the footage of a guy walking up the stairs to my apartment. From behind it looked like me. Put from the front and side, the camera would glitch out, blocking out the face.

"That isn't me," I said. "I was with my friends all night. You can ask them I you don't believe me." I wasn't sure that he believed me or not. I couldn't look at the bloody crime scene photos of Saki. I think about threw up when I saw pictures of her face beaten in. She had been stabbed several times. It wasn't enough for the killer to stab her. They had to bash her face in because they that she was too pretty even in death.

I had to turn my head and vomit when that detective shoved the picture of her bashed-in face in my face. By morning, the police had to let me go. I didn't know what to do with myself afterwards.

I still shutter when I think about it. I don't know if this is all real or not. It would be foolish to think not.

"Masaomi? Masaomi?" I heard back in reality. I about jumped at the sound. Saki stared at me with a puzzled look on her face.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked. I sat across from her, blinking for a moment. Saki frowned as she tilted her head.

"Uh... yeah, yeah, yeah," I lied. "I'm fine." My girlfriend gave me a strange look. I wasn't sure if she believed me or not. Whether she did, Saki didn't say.