Post by mauve morganstern • 3f [kiah] on Aug 12, 2014 10:48:14 GMT -5
:: Yukiteru "Yuki" Amano :: :: Age : sixteen :: :: gender : male :: :: pathetic :: :: district three :: :: o d a i r :: :: almost always crying over something? :: :: quiet -- anti social :: :: see things around him as a standbyer would :: :: writes down basically everything :: :: constant diary on life :: :: entered a game of death for money :: :: received mail informing him of the rules and outcome :: :: 12 entered, some rich and greedy some poor a desperate :: :: one winner :: :: winner equal to a god amount of cash won makes them feel this way u feel :: :: wiat kill people? wat? me? huh? :: :: this game was for real? :: :: i cant kill people, what no pls :: :: yuno? crazy bitch stalker but do I love her? :: :: yuno help me i am weak and useless but this doesnt mean I love you, I think ::
Post by mauve morganstern • 3f [kiah] on Aug 12, 2014 20:05:39 GMT -5
Y U K I A M A N O
The pitying observers are farther away than the life and death I yearn for
The dart flies from my hand hitting its target perfectly. Of course it would have hit, playing darts was the only thing I was actually good at. Its tips sinks into the man eye, making him scream in pain. He stumbles backwards and then Yuno is there, her foot flying into his stomach, her eyes flashing in a way that you had never seen before. The man flies backwards and if there had of been a wall to stop his momentum he would have hit it hard. But there was no wall, just empty space which is soon filled by his screams as he hurtles to the ground, his life only have seconds left to live.
He died that night.
One step closer, one death closer, to being a god.
There was two letters all together.
The first letter arrived with a dairy. One that was brand new, no scratches, not words scribbled onto to it, nothing. Just it and the letter placed neatly on top.
The first on was almost like an invitation, only it was clear that there was no way to reject it. The letters on the piece of paper were like knives, slicing into my very being. I was being invited to a special event, one that only 12 people had been chosen to participate in. One that would only have one victor. At first I didn't really understand. The whole thing sounded so familiar, like the ames, but only half the amount of participants and only within the fence of district three. Instantly I threw the piece of paper away because my whole life had been devoted to sitting on the side lines, I was a by stander and I always will be a bystander. I watched, I did not do.
The letter said that this dairy was given out to everyone one, all 12 on them. It said that we were to use the diaries for one thing only. So I sued it, I tucked away my old mattered diary and used this new one, my pen running over the pages swiftly and neatly and it was perfect. But that was all. The note was nothing. I didn't care about the note, all I wanted was this diary, one that would record the stories of people around me, their actions their words even there thoughts to some extent.
Then I continued on with life, my thin pale fingers clutching to the pen that almost seemed like an extended part of my body. It was always there, always scribbling down in the dairy which I held tightly. I wrote down everything, I wrote it down like I was a narrator, exploring the lives of the people around me. Most people kept out of my way, I was a shadow in this world. I didn't have friends, I didn't need friends. All I needed was my pen, my dairy and my eyes.
The letter was forgotten Buried in the trash.
Until that day. That day I was chased down by the guy now known to me as Three.
Thats when it all begun.
Thats when I became part of the game.
The game of survival.
The second letter came after he was dead. After three was killed by me and Yuno I'll get to this crazy ass bitch later. It read:
Dear One (Yuki),
Congratulations on the first kill. The game has officially begun.
There are not many rules to this game. This game is quite simple as you could imagine. As I have said before, there are 12 of you. 11 of you must die, the last one standing will receive a bounty of cash that will seem almost god like. This game wont be easy. People from all over the district are involved. People who you may not expect, people who seem innocent and people who are born to be criminals. Kill 11 of them and you win. The only rule is to live and collect the diaries of the fallen and as you can imagine, 11 people will break that rule- hopefully it is not you.
Yours truly, Deus.
Kill. Kill. Kill. I didn't want to kill. I wanted to be a normal boy, live my life as a by stander to this whole world but now I was being told that it was life or death, to kill or be killed. Tears had begun to slide down my pale checks, my blue eyes danced with worry, with fear with distress. Kill. Kill. Kill. I didn't want to kill anyone, I couldn't kill anyone there must be another way. I couldn't kill. I wouldn't kill, but I would live, wouldn't I?
I had fallen to my knees then, sobs racking over my body as I cried to this all to end. I was pathetic really. I was weak, I was nothing special so why was I part of this twisted game? Why me? Why?
The first day we actually spoke I thought nothing of it. She was the prettiest girl in the class. He red hair was like a fire, capturing the attention of ever soul in the class. Her eyes like the ocean, warm and welcoming. Me on the other hand was lanky and weak, I did not have muscles wrapped around my limbs, or hugging my torso tightly. My hair is a dirty blonde, one that appeared to have been scuffed with the dirt that belonged to the forest. I was no trophy, I was just a shadow.
So when she approached me that day, that day where I sat staring at the empty career sheet, my mind racing but my fingers still I was surprised. She smiled at me, her cheeks lightly dusted with the blood of a rose, her eyes warm and welcoming. She snatched up my pen before I could say a word and scribbled her name down onto my paper claiming that we should get married, that everything would be good then, All I could do was smile back and tell her that we would have to wait, going on with her little joke, my usually pale cheeks flushed slightly.
At that moment I didn't know that this girl had meant it. I had jus thought it was just a friendly encouragement, just a gesture t make me smile. But it was on that day, the one when Three died that I really got the first look as to what her intentions were. She told me that she loved me and that we would always be together before placing a kiss on my lips. I was to startled to response, my blue eyes widening as she pulled away, her eyes slightly different. She then showed me a diary which was almost identical to my own She said it was her love diary, she said everything written in there was based off of me. She said that she had been following me, every day for a long time now. She said she knew everything and she said that it was only a matter of time before we would become one.
It was then that my life was turned upside down.
That day I had become a killer, I had left the shadows and I had gained a stalker (one that was more than any man could handle, one that was truly out of her mind.)
There is an endless miracle in the miniature garden at the very end Or so I believed