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The girl ran as fast as her legs would carry her, her breath coming in wild gasps. Her wild gaze darted over her shoulder repeatedly, causing her heart to leap faster when she caught sight of the gun-wielding girl running after her. Though she was exhausted enough to collapse right then and there the girl chasing after her showed no sign that she was affected by the harsh sprint at all. Her smile was small and calm, her breath slow and controlled. And with every fearful glance over her shoulder the girl saw the gap between them closing.
Desperate to outrun her follower the girl turned down a side street at full tilt. Her steps faltered when she realized the small street was an alley, bricked over at the end.
She was trapped between a solid brick wall and a surreal girl with a gun.
The girl collapsed onto the ground, her shaking knees giving out under her. She crawled forward jerkily, her fingers clawing at the ground as she struggled across the asphalt. Anything to get away from the girl who was now walking slowly down the alley, gun-tip resting against her own temple.
"Jennifer Frankfurt-chan, why are you running away?" the girl called in a sing-song voice. Her walk, unlike her mechanical sprint, was playful and lilting like a child. She danced down the alley unevenly, leaning her head against the gunpoint to show that it was safe.
"S-stay away from me!" Jennifer gasped, unable to scream with her throat scraped dry from running. She flipped onto her back and scrabbled backwards, unwilling to show her back to the girl.
"Jennifer Frankfurt . . . You don't need to be scared of me," the girl sang again. She was now mere feet from Jennifer.
"Like hell I don't!" Jennifer rasped, moving backwards faster.
"Really," the girl purred. She stepped into the space between Jennifer's legs, pressing the tip of her boot into Jennifer's jeans to keep her from moving. She bent over until their faces were just inches apart. She tilted her head curiously, tapping the gun twice against her temple. "I promise I won't hurt you."
"Then why are you chasing me with a gun?!" Jennifer whimpered, jerking her back to escape to close proximity with the girl. Up close she could see in the moonlight that her hair was golden and her eyes were the clearest turquoise color. Her smile was bright and clean and her breath smelled minty. But her over-dilated pupils and flushed skin gave her an insane quality amplified by her wide grin.
"Guns won't hurt you, Jenny-chan," the girl purred, lowering herself over Jennifer. She placed her free hand above Jennifer's shoulder and straddled her waist, bringing her face closer. She rubbed the gun along her own cheek tenderly. "See, it's so nice."
"Get away from me," Jennifer whispered, throwing her arms over her face to shield herself. She wanted to run far, far away from this girl and hide. But she couldn't. She was trapped, and would likely die.
"Why?" the girl whispered, brushing the guns along Jennifer's arm. Jennifer shivered and squirmed away. "I'm not going to hurt you, Jenny-chan."
"P-please, leave me alone . . . !" Jennifer breathed, tears coming freely now. "I don't want to die. I haven't done anything to deserve death! Please!"
"You don't need to fear death," the girl crooned, pulling Jennifer's arms from her face. Her gaze was sympathetic as she stroked the tears from the younger girl's cheeks. "Once you die your existence will melt away. You won't have any more problems. There will be nothingness. It's not painful at all."
Jennifer swallowed thickly, trying hard not to sob. She could feel sufficient energy to scream; her throat was now coated with moisture. "If you're going to kill me then do it quickly," she whispered. "And please let me die standing up."
"Why?" the girl questioned for the third time that night. "Wouldn't you rather die in my arms, where I can cry over you? Wouldn't you rather die feeling loved?"
"Please," Jennifer sobbed, hands over her eyes. "Please. It's my only request."
"Why is dying on your feet any better than dying in my arms?" the girl asked, hurt.
"If I die on my feet I can face death without fear. Laying down I can see it coming. So please, let me die standing up!"
The girl sighed, her hand going to her own eyes. She rubbed at them, thinking. If Jennifer tried to run she could just shoot her down. It wasn't like she would get a pay deduction based on the way the girl kicked the bucket.
"Alright," the girl sighed, easing backwards onto her knees. Jennifer uncovered her eyes; the strange girl was still straddling her hips, testing Jennifer. Would she run? The girl rocked to her feet and stepped back, the gun instantly raising to point directly at Jennifer's heart. Jennifer swallowed and pulled herself shakily to her feet. This was it. She had one chance to escape, and if she blew it she was dead. Or at least mortally wounded. She took a deep breath and raced past the girl.
A warning shot rang through the air. Jennifer gasped, falling to her knees. The bullet had gone straight through her shoulder, hitting her collarbone. Maybe even her left lung. She fell forward onto her right hand, her left arm hanging uselessly at her side. A menacing shadow blocked out the moon.
"See? Dying in my arms would have been much better."
Jennifer glanced up into the somberly grinning face of the girl. Suddenly her identity clicked into place: Haru Sasaki, a transfer student in the grade above her. Shock widened Jennifer's eyes for an instant as Haru advanced on the trembling girl and pressed the gun into her forehead.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid this is going to hurt a bit," Haru breathed, a pleased smile darkening her features. Her finger tightened on the trigger and a gunshot pierced the air.
By the time the cops arrived several minutes later the gun ― and Jennifer ― had been wiped of prints and arranged to look like suicide. The wound in her shoulder was gone. Jennifer Frankfurt committed suicide and no one would have believed otherwise.
No one except Haru Sasaki, of course.

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The girl ran as fast as her legs would carry her, her breath coming in wild gasps. Her wild gaze darted over her shoulder repeatedly, causing her heart to leap faster when she caught sight of the gun-wielding girl running after her. Though she was exhausted enough to collapse right then and there the girl chasing after her showed no sign that she was affected by the harsh sprint at all. Her smile was small and calm, her breath slow and controlled. And with every fearful glance over her shoulder the girl saw the gap between them closing.
Desperate to outrun her follower the girl turned down a side street at full tilt. Her steps faltered when she realized the small street was an alley, bricked over at the end.
She was trapped between a solid brick wall and a surreal girl with a gun.
The girl collapsed onto the ground, her shaking knees giving out under her. She crawled forward jerkily, her fingers clawing at the ground as she struggled across the asphalt. Anything to get away from the girl who was now walking slowly down the alley, gun-tip resting against her own temple.
"Jennifer Frankfurt-chan, why are you running away?" the girl called in a sing-song voice. Her walk, unlike her mechanical sprint, was playful and lilting like a child. She danced down the alley unevenly, leaning her head against the gunpoint to show that it was safe.
"S-stay away from me!" Jennifer gasped, unable to scream with her throat scraped dry from running. She flipped onto her back and scrabbled backwards, unwilling to show her back to the girl.
"Jennifer Frankfurt . . . You don't need to be scared of me," the girl sang again. She was now mere feet from Jennifer.
"Like hell I don't!" Jennifer rasped, moving backwards faster.
"Really," the girl purred. She stepped into the space between Jennifer's legs, pressing the tip of her boot into Jennifer's jeans to keep her from moving. She bent over until their faces were just inches apart. She tilted her head curiously, tapping the gun twice against her temple. "I promise I won't hurt you."
"Then why are you chasing me with a gun?!" Jennifer whimpered, jerking her back to escape to close proximity with the girl. Up close she could see in the moonlight that her hair was golden and her eyes were the clearest turquoise color. Her smile was bright and clean and her breath smelled minty. But her over-dilated pupils and flushed skin gave her an insane quality amplified by her wide grin.
"Guns won't hurt you, Jenny-chan," the girl purred, lowering herself over Jennifer. She placed her free hand above Jennifer's shoulder and straddled her waist, bringing her face closer. She rubbed the gun along her own cheek tenderly. "See, it's so nice."
"Get away from me," Jennifer whispered, throwing her arms over her face to shield herself. She wanted to run far, far away from this girl and hide. But she couldn't. She was trapped, and would likely die.
"Why?" the girl whispered, brushing the guns along Jennifer's arm. Jennifer shivered and squirmed away. "I'm not going to hurt you, Jenny-chan."
"P-please, leave me alone . . . !" Jennifer breathed, tears coming freely now. "I don't want to die. I haven't done anything to deserve death! Please!"
"You don't need to fear death," the girl crooned, pulling Jennifer's arms from her face. Her gaze was sympathetic as she stroked the tears from the younger girl's cheeks. "Once you die your existence will melt away. You won't have any more problems. There will be nothingness. It's not painful at all."
Jennifer swallowed thickly, trying hard not to sob. She could feel sufficient energy to scream; her throat was now coated with moisture. "If you're going to kill me then do it quickly," she whispered. "And please let me die standing up."
"Why?" the girl questioned for the third time that night. "Wouldn't you rather die in my arms, where I can cry over you? Wouldn't you rather die feeling loved?"
"Please," Jennifer sobbed, hands over her eyes. "Please. It's my only request."
"Why is dying on your feet any better than dying in my arms?" the girl asked, hurt.
"If I die on my feet I can face death without fear. Laying down I can see it coming. So please, let me die standing up!"
The girl sighed, her hand going to her own eyes. She rubbed at them, thinking. If Jennifer tried to run she could just shoot her down. It wasn't like she would get a pay deduction based on the way the girl kicked the bucket.
"Alright," the girl sighed, easing backwards onto her knees. Jennifer uncovered her eyes; the strange girl was still straddling her hips, testing Jennifer. Would she run? The girl rocked to her feet and stepped back, the gun instantly raising to point directly at Jennifer's heart. Jennifer swallowed and pulled herself shakily to her feet. This was it. She had one chance to escape, and if she blew it she was dead. Or at least mortally wounded. She took a deep breath and raced past the girl.
A warning shot rang through the air. Jennifer gasped, falling to her knees. The bullet had gone straight through her shoulder, hitting her collarbone. Maybe even her left lung. She fell forward onto her right hand, her left arm hanging uselessly at her side. A menacing shadow blocked out the moon.
"See? Dying in my arms would have been much better."
Jennifer glanced up into the somberly grinning face of the girl. Suddenly her identity clicked into place: Haru Sasaki, a transfer student in the grade above her. Shock widened Jennifer's eyes for an instant as Haru advanced on the trembling girl and pressed the gun into her forehead.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid this is going to hurt a bit," Haru breathed, a pleased smile darkening her features. Her finger tightened on the trigger and a gunshot pierced the air.
By the time the cops arrived several minutes later the gun ― and Jennifer ― had been wiped of prints and arranged to look like suicide. The wound in her shoulder was gone. Jennifer Frankfurt committed suicide and no one would have believed otherwise.
No one except Haru Sasaki, of course.