Prologue: How Do You Do A Murder? [4]

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Author Note:

I think this one is my favorite part of the Prologue.

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 "You must be cleansed in the blood of our savior!" A tan girl with short green hair was squirting ketchup on a boy with a gray coat, over his cloud printed shirt.

"Please, leave me the fuck alone," He requested in a monotone voice that showed his pure annoyance.

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" She continued to yelled as she emptied the bottle of ketchup she had with her.

"This is boring," Prisha said, not seeing anyone dead.

"Hey, can you two come inside and introduce yourselves?" I asked.

"Saoirse, you're just going to completely ignore the fact that the green haired bitch is pouring ketchup all over that random loser. Shouldn't you, I don't know, do something about it?..." My friend suggested.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I questioned, not seeing anything I could do.

Prisha only grunted in response. The four of us went back inside. Everyone was still freaked out from thinking someone was dead.

"Who's dead?..." Nash quietly asked us.

"Oh, no one is dead," I explained. "What we saw was ketchup."

"That's weird that we mistook it for blood, since blood is pink—" Arlen tried to say something but he was cut off.

"Okay, now that you two scared the shit out everyone, could give us your lame introduces now?" Prisha complained.

"Uhh, hi," He said a little awkwardly. "My is Leo and I'm the Ultimate Concept Artist. Nice to meet you, I guess..."

"As our savior commands of me, I will introduce myself to those less fortunate that I, someone who has personally met the one who will save us all!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"We just want your name," Prisha said in an annoyed tone.

"Awwwwww..." She sadly sighed. "In that case— Hello! Please consider coming to Eden, the Ultimate Healer next time the pathetic and needy world hurts you!"

Before anyone could voice their opinions on Eden and Leo, Hana returned from the bathroom and the door opened.

"Someone else has entered the playing field," Ocean whispered in a dramatic tone.

A tall guy had entered the Island Restaurant. He had long black hair, that pulled into a ponytail. He looked intimidating, as if he was judging each one of us for something.

"Hello," He calmly greeted us. "My name is Cho Hyun-sung. I'm the Ultimate Plastic Surgeon. Please call me Cho-Sunbae."

A long silence follow's Cho's introduction.

"It's a pleasure to met you, Cho-Subae!" Ocean spook when none of us could.

"Hey, when does the ceremony start, again?..." Arlen questioned looking around at everyone.

"I think we're still waiting on one," Suki quietly told us.

"We are?" Nash questioned before looking around and mentally counting everyone in the restaurant.

Then, the moment we'd all been waiting for happened. The final person walked in.

"What took you so fucking long?!!" Prisha yelled. Her screaming the f-word surprised me a little. "Give us your damn introduction so we can move onto the ceremony!"

"Ugh, fuckin' name's Sergey, but just fuckin' call me Maks. My talent does fuckin' matter." He angered Prisha by not telling his talent.

"Well you know what you piece of shit, if you don't tell us your talent, I'm going to assume that you don't have one!" She yelled at Sergey.

"Whatever. See if I fuckin' care!" He yelled back.

"Ch-Children! Please calm down!" A new voice spoke in worried tone over us. "This is n-no time to argue..."

We all looked at the bar where the voice was coming from. Suddenly a bat plush toy, jumped out from behind the bar. The toy had a weird design. It was half pale pink on one side, and half dark purple on the other.

"Where did the voice come from?" Hana asked, looking around for a teacher of some sort.

"Hey, the little thing is kinda cute," I said stepping closer to the bar where it was sitting. "I wonder if it's soft?"

I reached forward to pet the plush toy, but it quickly stood on its two little legs and jumped backwards.


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Author Note:

Sack of rice.

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