The Akara (season 2, part 7)

   My mind clouded, thoughts rushing, my hand showing signs of irritation. Everything is so loud around me, the people talking are annoying and I wish they would just shut up. My hand began showing more signs of irritation and even my other hand when I began scratching it. “Can they just shut up?” I murmured.

      Soon, I got up, walking off to my room, my feet tapping against the hard, concrete, floor. I swung my door open, listening to the creeking and screeching sound it made, I punched it, then pulled back and began running my balled up hand. “That f**king hurt, damn.” I said to myself, “Yeah, it must of hurted,” a voice came from behind, making me jump and spin around frightened, “Ah, it's just you, Yuki.” I invited her into my room after walking in. 

      I passed her a cup of tea. We both, then, sat down at the table, the voices from the cafeteria still loud, echoing throughout the entire building it seemed. “They are so loud.” I mutter, “I heard you and yes, they are very loud,” she smiled and looked at my fist. “Calm down,” her hand lay on my fist, “Just- calm down,” she sighed, my fist slowly coming undone and not into a fist anymore.

      “Thank you,” I quietly said, getting up slowly, the chair creaking. I walked, walked at a more faster pace than usual, my boots clicking and tapping on the ground. “Just ignore the sounds.” I said to myself over and over, trying to drown out and not hear the loud voices from the cafeteria.

      An explosion rang throughout the building, sounding like it came from the North-Eastern side. I rushed over to it, to check what had happened, the sight of dead bodies, ripped apart, was inscribed on my mind. They bled, the ones that remained alive, for the time being, begged, but I could not and would not do anything. I just stared as others rushed around me checking them and trying to help the remaining ones that were alive, which did not make it past an hour or two.

      The wind continued to blow inside and around the building, the whistling of it roaming throughout the filled halls of the dead and the alive. “We must find who did this!” Someone yelled out as an order amongst the slight panic. “F**k, just shut the hell up, you dumbf**ks!” Another man shouted. I walked away from the whole thing though, pushing through the crowd, shoving as well.

      I wandered the halls and wondered to myself, wondering why I couldn't have just had a better life and been a girl in which my parents had wished I had been. The yelling and shouting grew louder and when I looked up, the commander was right there. “Get out, you're kicked from this outpost and possibly The Akara. We don't want you here.” He said to me in a low voice. “I'll leave, but I will return and will exit with your head in my hand and your body burning.” I walked out of the building quickly, regretting what I had just said. I walked into an alleyway, seeing a shadow figure walk up to me and in the darkness, her voice was light and soft at the same time.

      Her beautiful voice echoed for a bit through the alleyway, reaching me and past it, saying “You've been kicked out,” her voice calm, “You can always join us if you'd like.” She reached out her hand, her hand had on it a white wrapping. “Join the Shiroi Tsubasa, get revenge upon those ungrateful Akaran, slaughter them and the traitors in which you once called friends.” I grabbed her hand, and stepped closer, shaking it then.

      “I'll join, I guess.” I reluctantly agreed and was knocked out. When I awoke, I was being dragged through a dimly lit hallway, the clicking of the boots of the two dragging me loud right next to my ear. Their voices were quiet and muffled, making it impossible to make out what exactly they're saying. 

“W-what-” I finally muttered, looking around and then back and forth at the two dragging me and noticing they were looking at me and then continuing.

      Once I woke up, I was on a bed, the mattress stained and thin, I could feel the wood underneath it, it made my back hurt. When I sat up and hung my legs off the side of it, a person walked in. In his hand was a knife, very sharp and definitely not dull. I quickly got up and kicked his crotch, running through the halls which were filled with blood and the stench of rotting, dead bodies roamed the air. When I bursted out the exit, I could finally feel the warm, nice breeze hit my air and smell clean and not rotten body filled air.

      I ran down by the coast, the beautiful beach. I saw Wan and Yuki there, too. I began to run, but unfortunately, I was out of breath and just sat down. I heard sand moving and feet dragging across the ground. “Hello, Seung-Kyuk, surrender and we won't hurt you.” Wan said from behind me in a calm voice. 

      “Yeah,” Yuki said, “just surrender.” I quickly jumped up, and knocked Wan to the ground with a hard and fast punch to the chin, then turning to Yuki quickly, I kicked her shin and then jabbed her stomach with my fist. The fighting continued for about an hour, the wind blowing even faster and the night bringing chills to me as sweat rolled down my face and body. I then pulled out a shank, slitting her throat, but focusing on her brought the consequence of getting stabbed in the back by Wan. I gasped for air as he stabbed me more and more, I fell to the ground and threw my knife at him, piercing his stomach. 

      I looked off into the distance, looking at the bright moon, the wind whistling and thrashing through the nearby trees, my hair blowing with it. I gazed at the beautiful smooth water and the moon, slowly breathing loudly. Until, it started to slow down and my eyes began to close. Soon, closing fully and I had stopped breathing.

His last sight being this:

(The story isn't over, don't worry!)