Pass the point of No return .

[dangernoises]

Who: Hyde & Rika
Where: Clock Tower
When: May 11th After Meeting .
What: Murder be happening .
Warnings: Death, self harm and... Will add.
CLOSED unless u really wanna come in here i GUESS.



[ Rika wriggles around at his waist, but even without his skill Monstrous strength. When he was Hyde, he was very athletic and very capable of holding the woman upon his side. 5 Feet or not, she was not going anywhere and he was very determined after her display of disregard to very well enact the want of a plan within his brain. Nevertheless the attachment to Moriarty suddenly had upon her - made it all worse. Now it was absolute business, this girl was playing with fire and didn’t know how harsh the flames she stoked could go and Hyde enjoyed playing dangerou games. With individuals who were like her, there was nothing but absolute catastrophic excitement burning within his chest.

Was this the HOPE that man with the whirling locks of dirty hair kept talking to him about? He never thought of such things in the ways of others, not as a known serial killer. Copying the mindset of others was a foreplay in the bigger spectrum of things. In the end to Hyde, this was about friendship, love, and intimacy. Just how much closer did this girl wanna get with him? In order to really rectify that, in order to really show who he were, because he was getting pissed and tired she wasn’t taking him seriously.

He would play a dangerous game.

Even if she was wiggling about in his arms, he would toss her upon his shoulders and hold her tightly. Whilst her front hung down his own back. Whilst he haphazardly with a little skip to his step in the wee late hours of the school, headed down the halls toward the Clock Tower. Slamming its door open, letting the individual locked and tied up at the top of it know what was coming. Or rather - who. ]

No talking until we’re there, you'll ruin the moood babe.

[ As they get to the top, he drops her. Just like that. Hopefully she lands okay, and not roughly. He waits till she is adjusted in the room, she would note there was some muffled screaming coming from within the seemingly empty room. Though there were boxes, cases, and an enamor of strange places to store things. ]

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[contrarily]

( the blood that spills from the girl's throat splatters over the room; on her shirt, on the tarp, on hyde, filling the place with the smell of iron. she feels sick; she feels hopeless, like all of her life's just drained out of her, like something heavy had settled on her heart, dragging it down to her stomach. in a flash, the room begins to spin, the familiar vertigo setting in; she's dizzy and terrified, hands shaking uncontrollably as the scenery fades to ruin.

the blade at her neck stings, a familiar burn of a cut being made. she tries to sink it in deeper — lets it dig into skin, lets it part the flesh, but hesitates to push it any further. and then, the realization hits her: she doesn't want to die here. back home, back before mannen had saved her, she was ready to let go of everything; now, when she knows there's people and things she still wants to protect, it's... hard. letting go of life on a complete whim... she doesn't want to do it. it's not fair. it shouldn't be her.

long, unfamiliar fingers wrap around her wrist next, her hand promptly dragged away from her neck — the knife falls to the floor, bloodied, and she gasps, only now realizing she's been holding her breath. the harsh sting of a cut burns, but keeps her grounded; she raises her head to look at hyde, eyes wide and lips trembling, opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to utter something — only for a broken whine to fall out instead. )

Why... ? Why'd you... ? ( her chest rises and falls rapidly, as tears begin to spill from the corners of her eyes. the body of the girl is no more — a mere shadow, a bundle of absolute nothingness, and she falls forward, into hyde, free hand coming up to grab at his shirt, fingers tightening in a grip. and then she wails, her face still buried in his chest, gripping onto him as if he were her only lifeline. ) Why... why?! Hurt me... why... why couldn't it be me...

[dangernoises]

I already hurt you enough - don't ya think? Besides, I don't wanna kill you yet.

[ Hyde states softly, as if it were something to speak fondly over or even talk gently toward her like that. Such abhor mannerisms were not suited for the sense of romanticisms he decides to have - of which he barely even understands. All he sees is a moment imprinted to him, and a girl he wants to cut his way into from the inside out. There was no sense of boredom here, not like the whores of London or the women who obsessively clung to his good looks. This was entirely different, and in that way he hungered for it.

If he were to idolize her, then she would in turn idolize him. Whether it be her looking down upon him with a fury and reckoning that she would kill him. End him - destroy him. What Hyde wanted was exactly that, no even further beyond that. His grip over her will, and conscious slipping through his finger tips. Like warm blood pouring out its essence unto each one of his delicate fingertips.

All of it, he wanted to swim into the ocean and the only reason he could was since she was so young and impressionable. It made it that much easier for him to dig his claws into, and sip the folly of his reckoning. Truly - what would Moriarty if he saw what was going on with his precious little new found daughter.

Hyde lets her go, dipping down to reach the knife from the floor. Making certain that any other objects that she could harm herself with upon the void world were gone from her reaches. He shuffles past her, his shoulder bumping into hers as he begins to walk toward the staircase.

This was enough, he staked his claim or mark. Now the true fun would begin - he wondered idly would she hide this moment to herself? Beckon for the others? Or will she try to conquer her own demons - and he ideally thinks of Komaeda as he kicks away the box in front of the staircase. Starting his steps downward with a sudden eureka upon him. ]

Ohhhh, that’s what that bastard means when he keeps talking about despair and hope… Interesting.

[ He keeps going but doesn't look back, he'll be the first to return back to his consciousness. Then leave all the same. The equivalent of getting himself off, and then leaving the other with no care for the other what so ever. Is she gunna follow? Get pissed at him? Well hes leaving down the stairs... ]

Oi, oi - you let the void demons take that body or they’ll end up taking you with it. Better go find a mirror to smash - see you on the flip side.

[contrarily]

( she hates it. she doesn't get it — the depth of his feelings, and what he's thinking. why did he do any of this? what was the point, if she's left alive and almost unscratched, sans the cut on her neck, self-inflicted? and then he just... walks off, like nothing had happened? she watches him, a little stunned, as his back slowly disappears between the wall that separates her from the spiral staircase. he's undoubtedly going to find a mirror to break and return to the real world — but she can do it faster, considering she's got one on her.

but what then? she feels as if all of her strength's been sapped from her, just barely staying upright. shakily, she reaches to her pocket, to pull out one of the six mirrors she'd found in her locker — she's kept it on her all this time for emergencies, and... what is this but an emergency? )

Fuck you! Asshole! You'll pay for this! Don't think you won't! ( well. it's not rika if she doesn't shout something to make a good exit — and then she promptly smashes the mirror, expecting the body to still be there. maybe the girl is still alive? but when the mirror shatters, and the scenery around her fades back into the usual, the body is nowhere to be found — just a pool of blood where the girl had bled out, and her own blood, pouring from the side of her neck.

she brings one hand to touch the wound, grimacing slightly, as the vertigo hits her once again — this time hard enough to make her sway on her knees, the world slowly fading to black. she's so tired; she doesn't want to be awake. maybe when she wakes up, all of this will turn out to be a bad dream?

... so, yes, she just passes out, from the shock of everything, and from the slowly increasing blood loss. goodbye cruel world — )