The Japanese Screaming Massacre [Non-Canon]

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The Sawyers were indisposed with Leatherface cowering who knows where, Drayton and Choptop knocked out. Andou had gone and saved Leslie the trouble and had taken Mickey and himself out. ChromeSkull was dead for sure in Leslie's book.Which left poor vulnerable Kido at the moment.Which would make what came next all the sweeter. With sickle in hand and his other hand grasping the chin of his mask, Leslie smiled at Kido's reply. Ah, there was that backbone he'd been looking for! That always seemed to pop up in the last fifteen minutes or so of the climatic battle between final girl and killer. So, there was no more time to waste. It was time to get shit done and over with.

"Step back? What, and leave behind this mess?" He'd motion to ChromeSkull's corpse, and where Mickey was still laying on his back cutting away at his arm. "I can step back and slit Andou's throat if you want.." He'd taunt before finally pulling his mask back down and resuming the silent moniker that was typical and expected of slashers! Unless of course you were chatty ones like Krueger but he wasn't exactly the type that Leslie chose to imitate.

Raising his sickle he'd stomp towards Kido. One clean slice is all it'd take to cut through her neck:vertebrae and all.

It was showtime!

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That was until he saw Kido reach for another can of soda. Did she seriously think the same ploy would work on him a second time around? She'd been lucky enough to get it through the eyeholes of the mask last time. This time she seemed to be playing it safe however. Keeping her distance so a swipe from his sickle would just miss her. Clever enough he supposed. But it wasn't as if that'd do her any good. Raising his arm up, Leslie's arm was coated with the soda with some droplets landing here and there on his mask.

Kido's attempt to keep him at bay had failed. She should have thought that through a bit more clearly. Perhaps that's what she should use her last few seconds of life for. Well, and praying to whatever god she may have believed in. But Leslie's sickle wouldn't be hitting flesh anytime soon.


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As a foot to the chest sent the killer stumbling back and crashing against the wall. His sickle slipped from his grasp and Leslie slid down onto his rear as he glanced down at where he'd been kicked. Well, it seemed like he'd been the one underestimating her. The kick had indeed caught Leslie off guard and it had hurt quite a bit. But this only made the fight that much more enticing to him. The more physical she got, the likelier it'd be she'd come up with some ploy in order to take him down. Given how reluctant she had been to shoot him when she had a prime opportunity to do so, he doubted any plans from her would involved in his death.

Which was unfortunate that she seemed to have that kind of thinking. Most final girls wouldn't stop until their killer was deader than dead. Leslie hadn't exactly done much to endear himself to Kido either. He had 'saved' her from the Sawyer's multiple times, pretended to be her friend, pretended to sympathize with her over being pursued by Mickey and ChromeSkull only to be working with them in secret. But Leslie's loyalty was only to himself. Mickey and Chrome were indeed killers that he looked up to but he didn't want to be stuck in their shadow and exist merely as their errand boy however. Freddy, Jason, Michael all built themselves up as solo killers and so Leslie would do the same.

Grabbing his sickle would have been too obvious and the windup in this position would have taken too long. No, he needed something smaller. His eyes quickly darted around until he caught a glimpse of the knife Chromeskull had been planning to use on him in the wake of Kido's failure to shoot Leslie. Grabbing the knife and slipping his fingers through the brass knuckle like fixture on the hilt, Leslie lunged forward as he sought to drive the blade up to it's hilt right into the side of Kido's left leg. Even if she kicked/punched him away, she'd have to rip the knife out, she'd have to put some distance between them and tend to her now gaping wound. Which would only make things easier on Leslie. The wound he had gotten from Choptop and the others he had gotten in his fight with Leatherface were beginning to fester and tear open again due to his lackluster method of dealing with them. The sooner he killed Kido, he could get to treating his wounds before he bled out.

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It didn't really matter if the soda got into his eyeholes again. Rather, she expected him to block it. Leslie hadn't proven himself to be dumb by any means, so the same trick wouldn't work twice. But the effect was the same. With his arm in front of his eyes, he still couldn't keep track of her movement as she planted a kick into him, and even knocked him down. Even though she'd kicked with that intent, she wasn't sure whether she could actually manage it. but now the traitor was on the back foot, his rear planted on the ground with back up against the wall.

She'd reversed it. Not escaped, not being saved by her friends' combination of powers, but reversed the situation. Now, like before when she held the gun, his life was in her hands, except she didn't have to go lethal or nothing anymore. It was her turn to force him to stand down. Now, finally, she was in control of the situation. She wasn't running from him, he was on the back foot. Heh, it was about time for a switch in fate. Confidently, the teen took a step forward, and by the time she noticed his movement it was too late and quickly regretted her premature confidence and lessened wariness.

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"Nn!!"

A short but loud grunt made its way through her grinding teeth, Kido just barely resisting the urge to flip out and cry in pain. Her weight had been on the leg he stabbed, so it only hurt all the more. But she couldn't just back off, become the victim again. She didn't have time for that. Moving forward with the blade still stuck in her leg, swung her arm in a huge sweeping arc, attempting to knock Leslie over as she took an unsteady step. It felt like a jolt of electricity surged through her as she continued her stride despite the knife planted in her flesh. Were the adrenaline not pumping through her in such huge quantities, she would've been surprised at her own resilience. But that'd take time for her to realize, as would the full amount of pain from it. Not that Kido minded that.

Because right now? She had a killer to put down.

@T.O.M.
 
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Having successfully driven ChromeSkull's knife into Kido's leg, Leslie smirked behind his mask. She was getting more and more resilient, which he liked. It meant that there'd be far more of a struggle and she could finally take him down! He'd finally be able to stand among the great serial killers that came before him. He'd have his final girl who'd likely get interviews on what happened, pictures taken or something! He'd get the push he was looking for. But Kido was going to have to try a bit harder. As he held his hands out in preparation to wrap them around Kido's throat to strangle her, he was taken aback as she continued fighting him! That wasn't how this was supposed to go!

"Ugh!"


Leslie crashed to the floor and everything went black for a moment. Kido was stronger than he'd been expecting and it didn't help that he had underestimated her. Pushing himself up, he'd push his mask up and noticed a trail of blood running down from his bottom lip. Heh. Kido had given him a busted lip and these wounds of his were only getting more and more aggravated as time went on. Cupping a hand to his mouth, Leslie coughed and pulled back his hand. The sight that met him was daunting. Blood was soaked all over the palm of his hand.

"..Heh."

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If he didn't wrap this up soon, there were a multitude of things that could have happened. Either he messed around for too long and Kido died from blood loss. Which while it would have left her dead it would have been highly unsatisfying. The other end of the spectrum was his wounds got the better of him and he'd simply be too tired to continue pursuing Kido. The latter would have been quite humiliating given all that he had done to get here, which included turning on his own partners. Which left only one option: To finish this here and now.


Picking himself off the floor, Leslie slid down his mask and looked over his shoulder at Kido. His expression was unreadable due to the mask obscuring it. But the glare in his eyes showedd that he was quite unpleased with this turn of events. He was going to throw the dice to see whether or not Kido had what it took to stop him. Rushing forward, Leslie lowered himself and spread his arms out as he attempted to grab Kido by the waist and smash her to the ground.

From there he'd seek to press his hands to her throat and began to squeeze.

@Kaykay
 
By some miracle, her little gambit had paid off. The wild haymaker connected and even knocked him down. That was the good news. The bad news was that she was still immobile with that knife in her leg. Sure it kept the blood in and prevented her from getting light headed, but if she dawdled for too long the pain would get to her, and Kido didn't trust herself to keep fighting once she felt that. Fighting to right herself after leaning heavily into that punch, she stared Leslie down as he managed to get himself up. That wasn't enough to finish him, huh?

Kido prepared herself as he came barreling towards her. It'd be simple enough to counter, just throw out her knee...

"Shit!"

Her injury preventing her from moving her leg properly, Kido went down to the ground. In a bit of a daze from the impact, she didn't realize where he'd moved his hands until it was too late. He was strangling her, and if she didn't act fast this really would be the end. For her, and Andou. She pulled at his hands, but in just brute strength she wasn't so strong that she could just throw off a grown man from this position. Gravity and leverage were against her there. She threw a few punches up at him, but from below and while on the ground it was hard to generate any significant power.

Was this really it? After all this, was she going to die here, unable to even save someone who'd risked his life for hers? Would she just have to leave Kano, Seto, Mary, all of them on their own? Just pass on that torch?

Maybe one day, but not today. She couldn't afford to die here. Not now. No matter what. Grabbing the knife in her leg, she yanked it out, grimacing as the cold steel came out and wound felt the open air. Actually, the steel was quite warm thanks to being soaked in her blood, but that didn't make the sensation any more pleasant. If anything, perhaps it made it worse. Yet there wasn't time to worry about that. With a deft motion, she attempted to slam the knife into his eye. It'd definitely cause damage and incapacitate him, but it wouldn't kill him. The moral ramifications of causing permanent damage would have to wait. Hoping that had been enough whether she'd landed on target or not, Kido bucked her hips upward to throw him off balance before trying to push him off.

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Standing up with the knife at the ready, Kido watched him to check out his condition. Was he still alive? Was he still raring to go? Or was it finally over? She'd have to figure that out with her own eyes. If one stab, wherever she'd actually hit, wasn't enough, she was willing to even use a weapon if she had to. To protect her life, the happiness of her friends, and Andou's quickly fading life. None of these would be taken today. Not if she could do anything about it.

@T.O.M.
 
He had finally done it. He had her right where he wanted her. All it'd take is a bit more pressure and he'd be rid of this girl. But the question that was burning in Leslie's head was whether or not Kido would think of some way to stop him. Would she knee him in the groin? Thus confirming Leslie's ongoing theory that it 'always came back to cock' during situations like these. Or would she go for the more pragmatic route and stick her dirty fingers into any of his wounds? Given how battered she was, the mixing of her blood into his freshly open wounds didn't seem like it'd do wonders for his health once he got out of this.

But instead Kido took a third option. One Leslie didn't see coming.

Literally in this case. The killer only had a brief moment to let out a gasp as Kido ripped the knife out from her leg, blood likely spilling out from the wound. But she pushed past the pain to make sure she took him down and suddenly one half of Leslie's vision went black. Which given he had an eight inch serrated steel blade digging into his eyeball was pretty fitting. As he was shoved off Kido, blood didn't waste any time rushing down from Leslie's eye in a way that made them resemble bloody tears. For as much as Leslie tried his best to imitate the slashers of old by being silent throughout the duration of his killing spree, he was still just human and as such even he had limits. Getting his eye gouged out by a knife very likely pushed past those limits. Staggering to his feet, Leslie let out a primal sounding screech of pain. Every movement he made, even the act of rising to his feet seemed to make the knife jostle around his eyesocket. The jagged edges of the blade cutting and ripping even after it had already been lodged in.

Running a hand under the left eye hole of his mask, Leslie pulled back and the amount of blood was staggering. He was no stranger to large quantities of blood. Being a serial killer meant you couldn't be disturbed by such things while on the job. But the job never applied to when it was Leslie's own blood that was being split and quite a bit of it at that. Looking over his shoulder at Kido with knife in hand, he pointed towards her and practically hissed out.

"You..You did this to me."

His vision as impaired as it was, Leslie's steps towards Kido resembled the walking cycle of a drunkard more than an intimidating serial killer. With heavy droplets of blood running down Leslie's mask and staining his overalls, he nearly stumbled over on his way towards Kido. Once he finally got close to her, she'd be able to see just how much damage she had done to him. With his eyesocket having looked like it'd been torn apart with a blood flow that didn't look like it'd be stopping anytime soon. But given that Leslie hadn't picked up any weaponry on his way towards Kido, he shakily reached out with his hand. The same one coated in his blood. Pressing it against Kido's cheek, he glared at her with his one good eye before stumbling back and crashing to the floor.

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"All these wounds I've got,from broken glass to a chainsaw. Then here you come stabbing me in the eye with my own knife.."

Leslie's voice was shaky indicating that he likely didn't have much time left given how severe his other wounds were and now the new one Kido had made. But he still seemed to have enough strength to reach up and pull off his mask and lay it down beside him. He didn't have a use for it anymore. Kido had defeated him and as most slashers went, you usually revealed your face to the would-be victim around the climax or conclusion of the chase. Leslie's face normally wasn't monstrous but given the blood running down from his mangled eyesocket, it might as well have been.

"..Yeah. Heh, you really did a number on me. It's too bad I'm too exhausted to get back up. I'd like to play with you some more.." Leslie's voice seemed to grow weaker and weaker with every word he spoke and there was a sharp gasp for air at the end of his last sentence. "...But I suppose I'll have to make due with having found what I was looking for. That being my final girl.." With that Leslie's head thumped back against the floor and his remaining eye shut. It seemed like Kido had won. The Sawyers had been defeated, ChromeSkull was dead and Mickey would likely be following in his footsteps and Leslie had been defeated as well. The only thing left to do it seemed would be to aid Andou and call the police.

But wait, not everything was at it seemed. ChromeSkull's corpse began to rustle before ChromeSkull pushed himself up onto his rear. Ripping open his suit to reveal a bulletproof vest behind it with three of the bullets that Leslie fired at him all smashed up against it. Rising up to his feet after a moment of wariness, Chrome cupped a hand around his stomach wound and made his way over to Leslie to whom he'd give a resounding kick right in the face. Leslie knocked out as he was didn't react beyond his head lulling to the side after the kick. Picking up his cellphone, Chrome typed up a message while pressing down the sole of his shoe down on Leslie's mask.

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*crack!*

The mask split down the middle due to the pressure Chrome put on it. Pulling his foot back, he'd show the message he had typed up towards Kido.

WASN'T EVEN HIS KNIFE. GOOD JOB THOUGH.


Turning away without so much as another message to send Kido's way, Chrome stepped past Andou and glanced down at Mickey. His partner had succeeded in severing his arm which was still burning. But the pool of blood near his friend's body and the fact that Mickey was out cold didn't spell good things. He'd likely have to get him to a doctor and get that wound closed up before it became septic or Mickey died of blood loss. Roughly tossing his partner over his shoulder, Chrome started off. As far as he was concerned? The 'mission' went down at the same time Mickey did. Chrome had no personal grudge against Kido and now that Mickey and himself were both grievously injured? Trying to pursue it further only seemed futile.

@Kaykay

 
With that single attack, that single decision, it was over. The crimson blood stained her hand as the wound poured out onto her, gushing out like a fountain. It didn't feel pleasant, and Kido almost regretted what she did. Almost. The fact she didn't scared her a little bit. She'd just stabbed a man's eye out, and she hardly felt a thing. Was it just the adrenaline throwing her emotions out of whack, or had too many "killing" incidents in such rapid succession taken their toll on her? ...Either way, that was hardly a way to feel after doing something like that. Even as Leslie screeched in pain, staggering about like a chicken with its head cut off, Kido didn't move a muscle. Not even when Leslie wiped his bloody hand against her cheek, she couldn't move.

Exactly what had she done, just now?

Her thoughts on her sudden graying morality would have to wait, though. Andou was still burning and the police needed to arrest these guys. Speaking of which, one of them was getting up and moving now! Kido prepared herself, only for him to kick Leslie, who'd monologued to the end, while he was down. She grimaced a bit, which she couldn't help but find odd after doing something as cruel as stabbing his eye out. Perhaps because this wasn't a spur of the moment thing.

Reading the message on his phone, Kido felt a little better. Even if it was from someone who'd tried to kill her, to be told "Good job" somehow just made her feel like a weight had been taken off her chest. A small relief in this crazy situation.

But still, she didn't appreciate it so much that she'd forgotten who he was, and how much she despised him. Rather, even moreso, it reminded her about what she had to do. There wouldn't be any more victims. At least, not from these two. Bearing with the pain in her leg, Kido stepped in to cut off ChromeSkull and Ghostface from moving a step out of the park. Her leg was quaking from the damage, but she flipped her hood back over her head and glared in an attempt to look slightly more intimidating than she felt at this point.

She wasn't sure how long she could stay conscious, but she'd still do it for as long as she needed to. Not like there was any other choice.

"...Thanks. A little 'good job' isn't going to cut it though. You can keep your knife, though...in jail."

Keeping a firm look on her face, Kido looked to see if she could get him to give in without a fight. She didn't have long, after all. Though it felt like an eternity to her, in real time it hadn't been too long, yet Andou had long lost consciousness and the black flames seemed to be only growing stronger and stronger with time.

Unfortunately, it didn't look like things were going to go that well. It wasn't like she had a great weapon, bearing only ChromeSkull's knife, and she was injured herself, right where it hampered her mobility. Still, she had more than the two killers did. Pointing the knife right at ChromeSkull, the teen continued.

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"I don't forgive you, any of you, but then again it's not like any of you even wanted it to begin with, right? You guys don't regret what you're doing one bit. You're completely insane. But, strangely, I've just...accepted that. So I'll make this simple and quick for everyone. Either I cut you down where you stand and call the cops, or you lie down, face down, hands on the back of your head, and you go to jail without a scratch. ...Without any more scratches, I mean. So, what's it going to be?"

Her eyes flashed red as she threatened them, the knife in her hand and red liquid coating it completely changing her appearance from her usual visage as a relatively normal teen. The powers she and her friends had stumbled upon were scary and uncontrollable. It'd taken ages for Kido to learn to not just disappear by accident.

Yet the act of baring a normal knife against a human was ten times scarier. Her own self disappearing was one thing. Potentially taking the life of another human being, regardless of who they were, was something else entirely.

But she'd already done it once. Would she do it again? Would she even start doing it even in lesser situations? She didn't know, she didn't want to know. And right now, there was no time to figure it out. She'd leave it to whoever heard about this story to decide whether what she was doing was right or wrong.

Now, she just needed to save a life and put three murderers away for good.

@T.O.M.
 

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ChromeSkull stopped dead in his tracks as Kido limped in front of him and held his own knife out at him. It was coated in what he presumed to be her blood and the copious amounts of Leslie's blood from her gouging out his eyeball. It wasn't the first time he'd been threatened with a weapon. He'd seen it all from baseball bats, to knives, to even pencils. The painkillers helped him shrug most of it off even though the pain would come back to bite him later, it'd be when he was alone. But he had his partner slumped over his shoulder like a sack of flour and a festering stomach wound that needed medical attention lest it end up getting infected. ChromeSkull wouldn't be around forever, he wasn't naive or foolish enough to think otherwise. But he refused to hand over control of his organization due to dying to something as mundane as an infection.

But he'd seen what Kido had done to Leslie and the look on her face and how she held herself said it all. She had enough and her mind was finally catching up with her body's innate need to defend itself from harm. Through whatever means possible to achieve. In Leslie's case it ended up costing him his left eye, something ChromeSkull had already lost due to a previous incident before he encountered Kido. Though the acid she dumped on his face at the conclusion of their first encounter certainly didn't help. Whatever the case may have been, Kido was no longer the helpless victim who could be easily pinned up against a wall while the killer contemplated how to finish her off. She'd fight back and hard.

His vest did come in handy in case an officer wasn't too keen on taking one of his bribes and opened fire. The painkillers in combination with the vest helped to give ChromeSkull an aura of wariness to all those that approached him. He seemed like a regular human with regular limits. Yet he didn't cry out when he was stabbed in the eye or when he had acid poured on his face. He writhed in what one might presume to be agony but could it have all just been an act, who knows? That's how ChromeSkull liked to keep things but he knew full well that he had limits and so getting a knife plunged right through his vest wouldn't do him wonders in the shape he was in. But the longer he waited around, the closer police arrived and his gun was back inside the attraction having been dismantled and tossed away. Kido wouldn't give him any time to go and repair it and while he did have another knife on his person, it'd be too unwieldy to use while he had Mickey over his shoulder. Couldn't just drop his partner either in the poor shape he was in with blood still dripping out from his fresh stump.

He hated to admit it but Kido had him boxed.

Reaching for his cellphone, ChromeSkull typed up a new message before showing it to Kido.

I GAVE YOU MY GUN FOR YOU TO KILL LESLIE, HE TAKES THE GUN AND TAKES IT APART. HE STEALS MY KNIFE TO KILL YOU, YOU TAKE IT AND KILL HIM. NOW, I'M LEFT WITH MY DEADWEIGHT PARTNER WHO'S BLEEDING OUT WHILE YOUR PARTNER IS BUSY BURNING TO DEATH. SEEMS WE'RE BOTH IN BIT OF A DILEMMA, NO?


Chrome lowered the phone and held down the 'x/backspace' button until the text entry field was cleared. He didn't want this to get too cluttered after all. Keeping an eye on Kido to make sure she didn't try anything with his knife, he'd type up a new message.

BUT WHEREAS I CAN ALWAYS GET A REPLACEMENT FOR MICKEY, CAN YOU AFFORD TO DO THE SAME FOR YOUR FRIEND? I'VE GOT CONNECTIONS, INFLUENCE THAT YOU COULD ONLY DREAM OF. KILLING YOU WAS NEVER SOMETHING I REALLY CARED ABOUT. MICKEY WAS ALWAYS THE ONE WHO WANTED TO DO IT AND LOOK WHERE IT GOT US. HIM WITH ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE AND ME WITH TOO MANY WOUNDS. BUT THEN THERE'S YOU.
Chrome cleared the entry field once more before surprisingly tucking the phone away. Reaching up towards his mask now that the hand that wasn't being used to hold Mickey in place was free, he'd grip onto the front of it and with a sickening sound of flesh being torn away at, Chrome pulled off the mask and dropped it to the floor before kicking it across the ground so that it'd land at Kido's feet.


If she were to look up and see what lay behind that chrome facade, she might have wished she hadn't. With exposed jaw muscles here and there, and most of the flesh on his upper jaw destroyed by the acid, ChromeSkull was left with a semi-permanent sneer with large chunk of his face covered in severe third-degree burn tissue.

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But that wasn't what he wished to make light of. He knew his face scarred as it was, wasn't the most pleasant sight to look at it. But he'd gesture to his missing eye-the same eye that had been gouged out by a victim of his years ago. Long before he had met either Mickey or Kido. Pressing his fingers to the empty eyesocket, ChromeSkull pulled the eyelids back to reveal nothing lay behind it as if to prove a point understandable to only his insane mind. Pulling his hand back, Chrome pulled out his phone once more and typed up another message.

ONE OF MY VICTIMS DID THIS TO ME. THE PAIN DIDN'T KICK IN UNTIL MUCH LATER DUE TO THE DRUGS. I REALIZED HOW SEVERE IT WAS WHEN I FELT TEARS OF BLOOD RUNNING DOWN MY FACE. DO YOU KNOW WHY I BRING THIS UP?
ChromeSkull took a step forward, the sneer only seeming to grow wider as he did so.


BECAUSE IT'S EXACTLY THE SAME AS WHAT YOU DID TO LESLIE BACK THERE. ONLY WHILE MY VICTIM HESITATED BEFORE SHE STABBED ME AND WAS A SOBBING, WHIMPERING WRECK, YOU'VE KEPT THAT SAME STOIC DEMEANOR THAT KEPT DRAWING MICKEY BACK AND WHILE I CAN'T AGREE THAT YOU WERE WORTH ALL THIS TROUBLE, I CAN AT LEAST UNDERSTAND IT BETTER. SO, YES YOU CAN CALL MICKEY AND I INSANE. I WON'T DENY IT. BUT WE'VE CHANGED YOU, PERHAPS INTO SOMEONE YOU DON'T WISH TO BE.
Chrome stopped walking and by this point he was looming over Kido, with that sneer as wide as it was going to get with Chrome's one good eye focusing on Kido's blood coated face.


YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS. YOU DON'T HAVE TO PLAY THE HERO OR GET DOWN IN THE MUD WITH MICKEY, LESLIE, AND I. LET MICKEY AND I GO AND I'LL SEE TO IT THAT WE NEVER CROSS PATHS AGAIN. IT'LL SAVE YOU FROM HAVING TO STAB ANOTHER HUMAN BEING AND I CAN PREVENT MY PARTNER FROM CONTINUING TO BLEED OUT ALL OVER ME DO WE HAVE A DEAL?


@Kaykay
 
Kido patiently and calmly read his messages. Or at least, made it look like it. Both of them were on a time limit, and ChromeSkull knew it. He also knew she wasn't exactly a fan of stabbing people, necessary or not. However, there was one thing he didn't know. She wasn't just going to save Andou, and she wasn't just going to put them in jail. Even if, aside from her eyes, there was nothing special about her, she would accomplish both of those things, here and now. Lowering the knife to about stomach level, Kido calmly looked back into ChromeSkull's disfigured face and stuck her free hand into her pocket.

"I don't want to stab another person, that's true. I also can't spend too much time here, or my partner's going to bleed out. Yeah, that's all true. But you know what? There's a big difference between "want" and "can." When you have to choose one, which do you think someone will choose?"

Not giving him long to think on that, her hand erupted from her pocket, chucking the empty soda can at ChromeSkull's unprotected face. Rushing in, she planted the knife into the incision Leslie had left in his stomach with his sickle, widening it ever so slightly as she pushed it into his stomach.

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"I didn't want to do this. Sorry, but I'm not so stupid as to think you'll stop killing any time soon. We both said it. You're insane. But I don't break my word. Keep the knife."

Surprised with her own stoicism, Kido walked past him, leaving him to deal with it however he saw fit. Why was she so calm? Was she just convincing herself she was doing what was right? No matter how "insane" they might have been, she'd still taken the blood of two human beings. But in the end, how many more lives did she save like that? Perhaps it was this kind of rationale that kept her together. Or maybe she was simply still in shock over her own actions. It was hard to tell, like a dark cloud had enveloped her thoughts, to the point even the one having them couldn't tell which was which.

In the end, though, maybe it didn't really matter. She'd settle these thoughts later. Like she said before, she couldn't spend too much time here. As she hobbled over to Andou, the extra pressure from her dash towards ChromeSkull had made her leg even worse. It was almost like walking with a broken leg. Still, though, she was conscious, and one leg still worked fine. She could reach him, help him. Then finally, save him. She'd called the police and the boy's friend some time ago, where were they now? Or had it not been too long ago, the events simply making it seem like it'd been a long time. No watch, no clock, no way to check. The only thing she could do was get there as fast as she could.

Just a little more and everything would be done. The police would take the killers away, for real this time, and everyone would turn out alive. She just had to figure out how to stop this dark flame from burning...

@T.O.M.
 

Kido's question had actually taken Chrome by surprise yet again. She seemed so calm, so rational. What was it that made her so different from the dozens of other girls that he'd killed over the years? Those girls did tend to fight back, however futile it was. They let their emotions get the better of them however. Even if they did manage to incapacitate ChromeSkull, the state the encounter would have left their mind in made them easier to kill when he recovered. But as he hesitantly began to type up a message, he wouldn't get his chance to answer as a soda can was flung with his way. With his other arm left supporting Mickey's unconscious body, Chrome sought to knock the can away with his cellphone. But this ended up being the poorest choice he could have made as his cellphone flew from his grip. It crashed onto the concrete ground as the can skidded a few inches apart from it.

Chrome's mouth shot open in fury. His phones were meant to be disposable in case the wrong people got a hold of them like the police. But they were also what lead ChromeSkull to victims that thought they could play detective after getting their mitts on one of his phones. So seeing it be forced aside due to a soda can of all things enraged the usually reserved serial killer. Just as he hadn't been given much time to give an answer to Kido's question, she refused to allow him time to respond in kind.

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"..."

Blood ran down ChromeSkull's mouth and dripped onto the ground between Kido and himself. He refused to cry out in pain however much his body begged him to. But getting one of his own knives shoved into a wound that had already been ailing him was one of the most painful things that the veteran killer had put up with. But it wasn't the pain that bothered Chrome the most. It was again how calm Kido seemed to be as she performed the act. She said that she wished it hadn't come to this/that she didn't have to do this. Yet she said it with that straight face. As if stabbing a man in the stomach or gouging out another's eyeball was just a common everyday thing for her to do...As it was for him. Had his words rung truer than he would have ever imagined?

Chrome didn't believe himself to be an expert on people but this wasn't the same Kido that Mickey and him had encountered a year ago. That girl barely managed to fight back against Mickey let alone inflict serious bodily harm upon him. In fact she didn't even deal with Mickey directly. She had her friends use their powers to restrain him while Chrome attacked her. She tackled him down but only when it became clear he was going after her friends. The acid falling on his face and disfiguring it further was also something she hadn't intended to happen. Yet the girl who was walking away from him had not only beat off three serial killers but she left one of them bleeding out, another one dead as far as Chrome knew, and now he was feeling the pain. She did it all with that same expression.

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She was still young, around sixteen or so? Yet she was subjected to horrors that most teens would have only seen in a horror film. Yet time in and time out, she managed to humiliate two grown men. One of whom had a lengthy resume of murder behind him. Would she eventually grow up to follow in Mickey's footsteps-No. Mickey was too much of an overzealous fool who saw being a serial killer in the way that a common person views being a celebrity. Fame, glitter, and gold. Only at the price of an innocent person's life. Kido seemed too smart and withdrawn to become a killer in the same vein as Mickey. But she couldn't have been like Chrome either. She cared too much about her friends/companions. Something Chrome saw only as assets and nothing more. The same went even for Mickey who proved himself to be nothing more than baggage that Chrome had to carry with him over and over again.

Somehow he kept lugging around the younger serial killer around with him. Why was that? If you asked him, he might have just said it was because he wanted to mold the younger killer into being someone who could take his position. But that would have never worked, Chrome's organization reveled in secrecy. Mickey couldn't stand lingering in the shadows. So if she wouldn't be like Mickey or himself, who did that leave? Obviously not the Sawyers.

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Leslie.


The erstwhile 'partner' and Kido had more in common than he had imagined. Both of them were young and grew to be thorns in the side of the killers. That much was obvious enough. But then you got into situations like these where Leslie betrayed the two of them because it's what the younger killer felt needed to be done. The same logic Kido operated on. So, was this enough to confirm that Kido might grow up to become like Leslie? That power of hers certainly would have been quite useful in making silent kills. But he supposed that in the end it didn't matter. After all, this was just some thought-play as he struggled to stand on his two feet. Mickey toppled from his shoulder and fell to the ground beside him. Chrome gripped onto the hilt of his knife and roughly ripped it out, sending a stream of crimson mist flying everywhere. Dropping it to the ground, he looked down at Mickey. His partner was in terrible shape and if something wasn't done soon, he'd die right here. Something Chrome imagined Mickey would not have been happy about when he woke up in Hell.

But he was no longer in any condition to worry about that. His ankle wound stung and Chrome collapsed to the ground himself. Turning onto his stomach, Chrome dug his elbows into the dirt and began to crawl towards where his cell phone had gone flying. He had to send a message to assure that his organization would be without him for a while until he got this prison business taken care of. But as he finally reached the phone while leaving a trail of blood in his wake?

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It was cracked beyond salvaging and Chrome didn't have the energy to try and use it anyhow. He just flung it away from his person and slumped up against a nearby bench. He could hear the sirens wailing the distance. So, this is where it'd all end up? He'd end up getting arrested along with Mickey and thrown into a Japanese jail-cell after being bested in a shut down amusement park.

Life seemed to have a strange way of sorting itself out.

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It'd been about a full 24 hours since that happened. A group of high school girls, and one elementary schooler, had managed to get here before the police, stepping through a strange yellow portal. Despite everything she'd seen, that was still pretty surreal, so she hadn't said much as they sliced Andou's arm off with a guillotine that appeared out of thin air before restoring the arm...somehow. Though Kido wasn't exactly a stranger to powers, these were much flashier compared to the ones she was familiar with, and no matter how she looked there wasn't a red glow from their eyes.

Then just like that, they disappeared the way they came. She had a lot to say, a lot to ask, but life didn't always give you what you wanted.

Despite that and everything that happened, a small smile had crossed her face. The kind that was hard to even see under her jacket, but undoubtedly showed her mood. Andou was safe, and the police were coming closer and closer.

In the resulting aftermath, she'd been questioned by the police, and she'd answered honestly. As the adrenaline from being almost killed again faded, Kido had begun shaking a bit, always tapping a foot or a finger on something. Paramedics came in time to make sure the arrestees wouldn't die before their trial, but she'd still stabbed them. Humans. She'd convinced herself she wouldn't ever do it again, but could she make sure she followed up on it?

The police seemed to believe it at least, allowing her to go since it was self-defense. They'd just call her when they needed her testimony, or something. Leaving her to wrestle with these thoughts for the last number of hours. She still hadn't liked the sensation. Even the satisfaction of getting revenge was overshadowed by her guilt for her actions. She couldn't claim to regret them, though. She'd run through the same situation dozens of times in her head and she couldn't think of any other way she could have saved Andou and gotten them arrested for their crimes.

All in all? Kido came to terms with what had happened. The safety of her town, her friends, had been assured by her taking on the sin of maliciously drawing another's blood. Maybe that still wasn't enough for people to forgive her. But it was enough for her. The leader had to protect their group, no matter what.

Finally leaving her room, Kido made for the main room, relaxed and with her usual expression on her face. Even if she felt good, she didn't really feel like throwing out a huge, unnatural smile like some others could. Not like anyone expected one out of her anyway.

Tsubomi Kido was ready to be the leader, stronger than ever.

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The Sawyers were the first to be hauled away. With Drayton and Choptop being tightly secured before being shoved away into police escorted ambulances to make sure they were fit enough to stand trial when they got back to America. Leatherface who had fled deeper into the Witch's attraction after being frightened by Andou was slowly coaxed out. Upon leaving, his chainsaw was confiscated and he was hauled away in a police car. This of course left the remaining trio of serial killers. The police looked upon Mickey's mangled body with disgust highly evident on their faces. The severing of the arm had been done quite poorly. Given that Mickey hadn't been expecting to been lopping off his own limbs this was to be expected. Some of the police had heard of Mickey from the last time ChromeSkull and him had attempted to murder Kido and her friends and almost had half a mind to let him suffer an 'accident' on the way to the hospital. But they knew that the higher ups would have had their asses for it. Mickey and ChromeSkull would be patched up and they'd rot in a Japanese prison for the remainder of their miserable lives. Hence why Mickey was plopped onto a stretcher and put on an oxygen tank as he was slotted into an ambulance.

Chrome for his part was still conscious as the cops came to haul him away. Not having much of a use for it anymore, ChromeSkull pulled out his remaining knife and dropped it to the ground beside him. Better to be unarmed than giving any of these cops an excuse to hit him when he already had enough injuries to deal with. Not to mention the fact that his painkillers were beginning to wear off. Raising his hands, ChromeSkull was cuffed and yanked to his feet which given the sudden pressure it put on his cut ankle didn't exactly feel the greatest. But the police weren't feeling too sympathetic to ChromeSkull's plight. One of them in fact had a personal score to settle with the serial killer. Leaning in, he whispered into the killer's ear. "Hey, hey you fucker. You remember me? I know you don't talk. But when we first got the call from that girl? We hurried to get here as fast as we could. You slipped away from us last time, made me and my men look bad. You and your partner over there." The cop growled as he nodded his head in the direction of the ambulance that was set on taking Mickey away to get his wounds treated. "The captain says the government would throw a fit if either of you ended up 'missing' before you got your trials. So, you still get to keep breathing the same air we do-"

The cop's taunts might as well have been gibberish to ChromeSkull. This wasn't the first time he predicted he'd be caught for his murderous acts. It simply meant that his assistants would have to pick up the work in his stead was all. Whatever prison they brought him and Mickey to, no matter how highly the government thought of it, it wouldn't hold him forever. He'd just have to be paitent was all. But then a rough slap to the back of the head drove him out of his thoughts. It was the cop who expected ChromeSkull to remember him. The killer thought the idea was ludicrious. He didn't recall the faces of those he didn't care for. He only recalled those who either escaped from him or didn't. There was no need for anything else. But he had a feeling that now that Kido was safely away, the other cops wouldn't mind their comrades being a little rough with the people they were supposed to be arresting. ChromeSkull had the heel of a shoe dig into his ankle wound causing him to topple down onto his knees as his mask was kicked out on the ground in front of him.


He doubted he'd be allowed to wear it while within the prison. But much to his own hindrance, Chrome had developed a fondness for the mask. It helped hide away the disfigurements that he wasn't proud of and that he had gotten because he was so attached to his mask that he hadn't realized the glue he used to keep it on had been replaced with an acid like solution. So while he knew it was a bad idea waiting to happen, Chrome reached for the mask and-

*crunch*


That. Was about what he'd been expecting to happen. The cop dug the heel of his shoe into the back of Chrome's hand. But the killer's expression didn't change despite the pain. He'd already been stabbed twice in the stomach, had his ankle sliced open. Had his empty eye socket bleed due to Leslie elbowing it from earlier. If this cop's intention had to make him scream for him to stop and break his silence yet again. Then he'd have to try a lot harder. The cop for his part seemed to notice this and removed his foot which allowed ChromeSkull to hook his fingers into the eyesockets of his mask and pull it back to him. It hurt a bit too much to lift the mask all the way up to his face with that hand. But with the other, it was a piece of cake. There, now his face in all of it's hideous infamy was hidden away once again.

But these crooked cops weren't done with Chrome just yet. The one that had spoken to Chrome kicked him in the back, knocking him onto his stomach. Which only kicked up more dirt and debris into the still relatively fresh wound. Propping his boot on Chrome's back, the cop began to speak yet again. "Not gonna say anything huh? Guess that part really was true. You dope yourself up before going out and murdering innocent people. But it looks like that girl got the better of you this time, huh? Just like she did last year. Hell, from what we found at the scene they even popped the tires on your getaway car. You had the bigwigs in Tokyo really scared out of their minds. The way you and the Ghostface Killer just seemed to up and vanish out of thin air like that-"

Ah, so them escaping to that multiverse hotel hadn't gone unnoticed after all. ChromeSkull hadn't paid it too much mind. He had intended to simply stay at the hotel until the heat died down enough for the two of them to go back and find a way back to America. It was just through sheer fortune that the two of them ran into a certain witch and her shark friend who took them to their strange world under the sea. Where Chrome managed to encounter royalty for likely the first and only time in his life and Mickey got training on how to become a better serial killer. Not that it actually did him any good when he finally had Kido in his grasp-A kick to the ribs once again broke ChromeSkull's train of thought. The world began to get hazy for him and the killer struggled to keep his eye open. These cops had said the government would have been quite upset if Mickey or him had died on their way to the hospital before being transferred to prison. It would have made it seem like the government was trying to look out for itself rather than the safety of it's people. So while he was sure these cops wouldn't beat him to death. They were certainly trying their damnedest to make him wish they had.

The kicking must have gone on for at least six minutes. Once the cops saw that ChromeSkull had stopped responding to their kicks beyond the occasional twitch, the leader of them decided enough was enough. Grabbing Chrome by the collar of his suit, he ripped the bulletproof vest from his chest and flung it to the ground before looking straight into the seemingly void-like eyesockets of Chrome's mask.

"ChromeSkull A.K.A Jesse Cromeans. Wanted in the United States for over 42 counts of murder, wanted in Japan on accounts of conspiring with the Yakuza to murder a Japanese citizen and two counts of murdering Japanese nationals. Partners with the Ghostface Killer A.KA. Mickey Alitieri who's wanted in the U.S for seven counts of murder and the murder of one Japanese national. Take him away."

Shoving ChromeSkull into the arms of two lackeys, the two nodded and quickly dragged Chrome over to the ambulance that they had placed Mickey into. Haphazardly flopping Chrome onto the stretcher next to Mickey's, the other killer was strapped down tight as the two cops took turns spitting on Chrome's mask. The saliva seamlessly rolled down the chrome exterior of the mask with it doing a wonderful job of hiding ChromeSkull's utter contempt for the authorities. Once the cops continued jeering at how Mickey and him were likely to get the book thrown hard at them, the two stepped out and motioned that the driver was good to go. As the doors were shut however, Chrome's one good eye scanned around. He had seen the Sawyers being lead off, Mickey was here but he hadn't seen Leslie. What did that mean? If he was somehow still alive then proper procedure would have been to put him into an ambulance would it have not? Even if he was nothing more than a corpse after Kido gouged his eye out then the same principal applied.

The only alternatives that seemed possible to Chrome were that the cops who had a grudge against Mickey and himself figured that Leslie must have been working with them as well if not the Sawyers. Given how relatively new Leslie was to the scene, it's likely they didn't have very much to go on beyond that. But if he had been alive it's likely they snuffed him out without having to worry about the feedback from the higher ups. Then there was the other theory. Which was that Leslie had duped all of them and had simply been playing possum after Kido stabbed him in the eye. If so then he had carefully played out that performance to a t. Waiting until Kido got everything under control and thought the worst was over before making his escape. Chrome supposed it was possible. But if it was the case than Leslie was smarter than he had originally given the much younger killer credit for. Just another reason on top of Leslie betraying him that Chrome would have to plunge a knife through his other eye and into his brain.

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The stay at the hospital was relatively quick all things considered. The doctors likely had compulsions here and there to overdose ChromeSkull on the drugs he used to enhance his performance/dull his pain receptors. But if they did then they masked them well unlike the police. Chrome's bruised ribs were bandaged up and they stitched up Chrome's stomach and ankle wounds after making sure they weren't infected and were content to send him on his way after a day or so of rest. The Sawyers had earned cosmetic wounds at the worst and were well enough to be extradited to the US within the week. Still no mention of Leslie whatsoever. That was certainly interesting.

But what was more interesting was when Mickey finally woke up. The budding serial killer had passed out after severing his own arm from shock and had only come to after being given an emergency transfusion of blood. But needless to say he didn't take the realization that he was going to forever be missing his flesh and blood arm very well.

"KIDO! KIDOOOOOOOOO! COME OUT AND FACE ME, YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND COST ME MY ARM! I'LL TAKE YOUR LIFE IN EXCHANGE! C'MON!" Mickey screeched as orderlies and nurses rushed in to hold down the killer as he had managed to snatch a scalpel from a nearby medical tray and sliced open a doctor's forearm before being restrained.

Chrome wasn't too surprised to be perfectly honest. Mickey had always been walking the fine line of seeming sane when he wanted to be. It was how he managed to infiltrate that group of teenagers at the college Chrome found him at without being instantly accused of being the next Ghostface Killer. But with each obstacle that presented itself to the two of them, Chrome only sought to simply move onto new things but Mickey's ego couldn't take the idea of something getting the better of him. It's why he continued to pursue Kido despite there being billions of others he could have easily killed who didn't have freaky super powers at their disposal.

Chrome had hoped that Mickey would have simply grown out of this type of thinking and adopted Chrome's way of looking at this. Which was from a more business like perspective. Kido had screwed up Chrome's business with the Yakuza by making him seem like an incompetent fool for not being able to kill a simple teenage girl. Yet if Mickey had simply stuck to the plan instead of trying garner fame and fortune, they would have been much better off. But he supposed that was asking for too much. It was also thanks to Mickey that the two ended up crossing paths with the supernatural serial killer:Jason Voorhees, barely managing to escape with their lives. Eventually Mickey was restrained and soon the two were medically cleared to stand trial. It went about as well as Chrome had expected with the jury clearly detesting the two serial killers. What angered Mickey more however was the fact that someone had apparently tipped the judge off to the fact that Mickey would have been absolutely delighted at a big blown out of proportion trial. So the trial was relatively small and fast with Mickey getting life in prison and Chrome getting put on death row for the number of people he had killed. He would see to it however that he was out of here before that posed any kind of issue.

As the two killers were transferred to Fuchu Prison, they noticed the cells they had seemed relatively cramped.

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Given the average height of a Japanese person, Chrome supposed it made sense but it was still quite uncomfortable. Of course the two were split apart but using a little bit of his influence, Chrome had managed to secure cell-phones for Mickey and him to use to keep in touch with each other given that Chrome wasn't allowed to interact with the other prisoners. He had also fought hard to keep his mask and was allowed this as well. Although the cost came with a heavy burden of it's own. Which was to let the cop from before beat on Chrome once again. The pain wasn't anything that Chrome couldn't handle but the disgust he felt at letting this fool beat on him like a punching bag hurt worse than any blow or kick. But in the end Chrome got what he wanted and managed to keep in touch with Mickey. Though his partner wasn't exactly too happy with how things had turned out.

Tapping on his bars, Mickey's hand was eventually slapped away from the door by an annoyed guard. "Keep your hand off the bar, Alitieri." He ordered and that would have been the end of it before Mickey gripped onto the bar again and pressed his face against the bars. "You think you can just talk to me like that and walk off?! I'm the Ghostface Killer!" Mickey screeched which actually made the guard pause and roll his eyes. He had been warned by the other guards who patrolled this block to ignore Mickey and not indulge him in conversation. But the guard couldn't help but share a little bit of news that he knew would drive Mickey crazy. "...Yes, you were the Ghostface Killer. The second one, right?"

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"...Yeah, I was. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were the first ones. What's that gotta do with anything?"

The guard gave a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Oh, nothing really. It just didn't seem like such a big deal to me is all. I mean to 'become' Ghostface, all you need is the costume you can pick up from the dollar store, a hunting knife, voice changer and you're set. Hell, I've been hearing stories coming out of America that since you've been locked up? There's already a new Ghostface killer on the rise. Scary stuff, huh?" That revelation had just the reaction on Mickey that the guard had been hoping for. The killer's face dropped as he thought over the implications. Had he really left that little of an impact? Some new guy(or girl Mickey was a killer, he wasn't a misogynist.)had already put on the threads and had killed enough people to become the third Ghostface Killer? Before Mickey could process this unfortunate news any further, the guard's baton smashed into his hand causing him to let out a pained yelp and fall onto his back.

"Next time keep your grimy fingers off the bars when I tell you the first time, Aliteri." Mickey winced and shook his hand to try and work out some of the stinging pain before he felt his phone vibrating from under the sleeping mat he'd been given.

Making sure no guards were coming from either way, Mickey pulled out the phone and saw a new text from Chrome.

HOW ARE THINGS ON YOUR END?


"...Fine, I guess. Just found out that someone already picked up the Ghostface moniker in my absence. Can you believe that?! They just shoved me under the rug and acted as if I never existed!" Mickey angrily typed before pressing the send button. Chrome wasted no time in responding.

NOT A SURPRISE. THAT'S WHY WE'RE IN HERE, MICKEY. THEY WANT TO KILL ME AND THEY WANT TO LEAVE YOU HERE TO ROT. IT'LL BE AS IF WE NEVER EXISTED.


Mickey frowned at the new text from his partner. Mickey wasn't sure what was worse. Having lost the arm he primarily used to hold his knife and thus having to learn how to effectively kill people with one arm or being locked up and forgotten about? Though it seemed like the latter had already been done with a new Ghostface Killer already plaguing the streets. "I assume you've got a plan? Because if not I'm junking this phone and getting myself a TV and well...You'll be dead."

DON'T HURT YOURSELF THINKING ABOUT IT, MICKEY. I GOT US THE PHONES, MY MASK. WE'LL BE OUT OF HERE BEFORE THAT BECOMES AN ISSUE. THOUGH, THERE'S SOMETHING I THINK YOU SHOULD KNOW.


"...And what would that be? What would I need to know now that I'm in prison and missing an arm?"

DID YOU EVER WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO LESLIE?


Mickey had to admit the latest message caught him off guard. The last he had seen of Leslie was the killer giving him back his own knife to sever his burning arm with. Wasn't exactly the most partner like behavior. But after hearing from Chrome afterwards that Leslie had stabbed him only to have apparently been killed by Kido, Chrome was suspicious of that being the case.

"...Can't say I care too much about the guy who left us in the lurch. But, I have a feeling you know something I don't."

I'VE HEARD THE GUARDS TALKING. THEY SAY THEY FOUND A STRAY BLOOD TRAIL AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK. IT DIDN'T BELONG TO KIDO, TO THE SAWYERS, OR TO US. THE TRAIL MUST HAVE GONE ON FOR A WHILE BEFORE IT WENT COLD. I DIDN'T SEE LESLIE BEING HAULED OUT IN A BODY BAG OR BEING PUT ON A STRETCHER. IT'S LIKELY THEY WOULD HAVE ASSUMED HE WAS WORKING WITH US OR PERHAPS ANOTHER VICTIM THAT ESCAPED? GIVEN LESLIE'S RELATIVE STATUS AS A NEWCOMER, IT''S NOT SURPRISING THEY DON'T HAVE AS MUCH ON HIM AS THEY DO ON US.


"...So, you think he's..." Mickey let the implication hang.

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I DON'T THINK, I KNOW.


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Due to the successful capture of ChromeSkull and the 2nd Ghostface Killer, the Japanese government had gotten a large boost in popularity for finally managing to put these villains behind bars. The American ambassador to Japan even sent a congratulatory message straight from the president himself on finally managing to bring Jesse Cromeans to justice and how the world would be safer knowing he was locked up. But what the government refused to share to the public was that there was a mysterious third killer that had worked with ChromeSkull and Ghostface. If Kido's statements and the trail of blood at the scene were anything to go by.

But the police hadn't been able to find any solid evidence pinning the identity of the mysterious killer or his current whereabouts. Did he have the resources to break ChromeSkull and Mickey out of jail? Would he attempt to flee back to America? What exactly were his plans?

Nobody seems to know for certain. But a scary story has started to be passed around the Japanese youth. They spoke of a figure in bloodied overalls and a cracked blue mask with messy blonde hair. Bloody tears seemed to be constantly running down from his gouged out eye. Some say if you wander alone at night and act promiscuously, the killer will appear wielding a sickle and strike you down.

But it's just a scary story and those are never true.

Right?

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The End(?)

A big thanks to @Kaykay for being such an amazing writer and awesome friend! It's really thanks to you that we've managed to get this far in the Kido horror arc. What I had originally envisioned as just a neat little side story to help tie our characters together into an MG has become a series of it's own! One that I don't see stopping anytime soon! I'm glad to know you and I look forward to when we get around to doing the next installment of this series!

All in all

Happy to have RPed with ya.~ <3

 
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