part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[molossiasmosia]

[He doesn't even have time to react.

He's in pain like he's never experienced before. The feeling of the knife in his chest is so unbearable he can't even scream.]

cAPTCHA DIDN'T GO THROUGH I'M SORRY

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[even without any cry of pain or response, the sound of his knife stabbing into flesh is unmistakable, echoing in the empty space around them]

[the silence only amplifies it]

[Hong Kong feels something sink inside him, and he yanks the knife back out, retreating a few steps back. His hand starting to tremble even as he grips the handle tightly, just in case you're somehow in any shape to fight back]

[molossiasmosia]

[That hurts just as much! He screams as the knife is pulled out him.

He doubles over. The force of hitting the floor knocks his glasses off. There's no hiding his tears. He clearly isn't strong enough to fight back.]

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[he tries not to flinch at that scream, watching in silence as you hit the ground]

[it's hard to breathe past the stench of blood beginning to hang in the air, but he makes himself move closer anyway, stepping through the growing pool of blood and standing over your body in your last moments]

[he takes a deep breath- everyone will be back once this is over, he reminds himself.]

...I'm sorry.

[but that doesn't make him feel any better]

[molossiasmosia]

[As his own blood pools around him the pain is replaced by a feeling of numbness.

He peeks up as his attacker moves closer. He shocked to say the least when he sees his killer is nothing but a scrawny kid. He'd be complaining about his injured pride if he weren't so close to death.

Through teary eyes, he gives the kid a pleading look.]

...I don't want to die.

[xiaolongbaozhu]

[he crouches by him in time to hear those words, and he swallows, biting his lip at the sound of them. Even in the darkness he can see the fear and pain in his eyes- it isn't anyone he recognises, though and he allows himself to feel the faintest flicker of relief. Hong Kong reaches out for the fallen glasses, picking them up and placing them gently beside the fallen figure.]

...it'll be over soon.

[There's nothing he can do for him now besides hope that'll be true- and not just his life, but this sadistic excuse of a game as a whole. Hong Kong bows his head slightly to him, repeating himself in a quiet, hoarse whisper.]

I'm sorry.

[molossiasmosia]

[There's no reply or any evidence that he heard him, but his eyes follow the boys hand as he lays his sunglasses beside him.


His body goes completely still and his tears stop for good.]

[br_undertaker]

[arrives in somewhat of a hurry - damn, why didn't he notice that this body is so close to today's forbidden zone?]

That sure came as a surprise, didn't it? But people have died in nastier ways in this Battle Royale, and hey, you made it very far!

[lifts him up and disappears without further ado - this place isn't safe now]