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Part 2 - Chapter 2
Satsuki sighed. Another nondescript week in the public education system. It wasn't that she didn't like it - she wasn't terribly fond of it, granted, she just knew she couldn't do much without it and begrudgingly put up with it - it was just that it was so... well, boring. Almost predictable. Right about now, she thought, would be the time that someone - probably Takada - would come up behind her and ask her how her weekend went.
"Excuse me... you are Satsuki Arima, are you not?"
She stopped. Either Takada was hitting the estrogen or predictability just up and left when she wasn't looking.
"Yeah, I am," she said, turning. "...and you are...?"
Standing behind her was a slim, demure young woman a few inches taller than Satsuki and clad in the school's black uniform, gazing intently at her with deep blue eyes. She gave her a slight bow, causing her waist-length raven-black hair to cascade down over her shoulders. Brushing it back she replied, "Nanashi."
After a moment's thought Satsuki tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow. "Have we met?"
Nanashi allowed herself a slight smile before walking past her and towards the school. "No," she said, "but Katsuya spoke of you."
"He did? Hey, wait up!" She took a few quick steps before slowing down to keep pace with her. "How do you know Katsuya?"
"He's my twin brother."
"He never said anything about having a sister."
"He's not that fond of me," she said, brushing a stray lock of hair aside. "I can't imagine why."
Satsuki nodded. "I see."
They continued on in silence for a few seconds before Nanashi turned to look at Satsuki and spoke. "You know, Katsuya said you were quite beautiful. I see now that such words are an understatement."
"Um... thanks." Taken aback by this statement, Satsuki found herself blushing despite herself, turning away to hide her embarrassment. She knew this was flattery of the highest degree, but coming from her it just sounded so...
"You must have a lot of male admirers."
She shook her head. "Not really. Most guys don't talk to me."
"I find that surprising."
"It's probably because I look like, well..." She gestured to herself in a "you know the rest" sort of way.
"A foreigner?"
"Yeah."
"Their loss."
She smiled. "Yeah, no kidding. So how about you?"
"Well, we all have our secrets..."
As they approached one of the hallway junctions Katsuya rounded the corner heading towards them and, upon seeing his sister, came to a sudden halt. "Oh, it's you," he said, his expression darkening.
"Good morning, brother."
"Satsuki," he said, ignoring Nanashi, "what are you doing with her?"
"Just talking," she replied.
He glared at his sister. "I see."
"You don't object to our conversation, do you?" Nanashi inquired, giving him a sly look. "After all, no harm can come of it, correct?"
"...no, of course not." Forcing a smile, he nodded towards Satsuki and gave her a polite, "I'll see you later, Satsuki," before walking past the two girls and turning into a nearby classroom.
"Man, what's gotten into him?" Satsuki asked.
Nanashi smirked. "I won't even hazard a guess."
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Code:
11. EXT. POV SHOT - ALLEY - NIGHT
The alley is between two concrete buildings. Judging from
the lack of garbage and graffiti, it isn't in the bad part
of town. A street light illuminates the alley slightly.
It's enough to see, but not enough to make out details. The
shot begins at the end of the alley, facing the street, with
the CAMERA at eye level. It slowly moves forward,
accompanied by light footsteps.
The camera stops. A light sniffing sound is heard for a
second, then the camera lowers slightly and races forward at
high speed. Just as it reaches the end of the alley A MAN
steps into view.
The man is wearing a brown business suit and is slightly
overweight and balding. He carries with him a dark brown
suitcase.
As the camera approaches the man two feminine hands come
into frame and wrap around his arm, tugging at it. The man,
not expecting this, jumps slightly and pulls back.
F. VOICE (OS)
(distressed)
Please, you have to help me!
MAN
Wha-?
F.VOICE (OS)
My friend, they've got my friend!
She's back there and they're going
to kill her or rape her or- you
have to help me, please!
The man looks torn. His first instinct is to get the hell
out of there, but his expression hardens as he begins to
feel the call of chivalry.
MAN
Where are they?
F. VOICE (OS)
Thank you, oh thank you so much!
The man gets pulled into the alley for a few steps before
the arms retract from the frame. The camera begins moving
away from the man.
F. VOICE (OS)
She's this way! Hurry!
Turning away, the camera races down the alley, weaving past
neatly-stacked garbage cans and orange crates and around
corners. Heavy footsteps can be heard in the distance, but
as the camera continues onward they begin to fade.
The camera stops, looking into a cul-de-sac. The only
thing that can be seen in the moonlight are a metal door
on the left side with a broken lamp hanging above it.
The camera whips backwards. The man hasn't arrived yet.
Panning up, the camera quickly moves back and forth between
the walls of the alley until it reaches the top. It then
pans downward to reveal the man running into the alley, his
breath coming in ragged gasps. He comes to a halt, leaning
forward with his hands on his knees as he looks around.
Staggering forward, he tries the door. No good; it's
locked. He looks around again to see if he missed anything.
The view blurs as the camera rapidly descends onto the man,
flying to his neck. He barely has time to shout when a
wet tearing noise is heard and blood sprays into the frame.
He flails about in agony, trying in vain to escape.
Suddenly, a loud crack is heard and his body goes limp as
he slumps to the ground. The camera remains fixed at his
throat the entire time as lapping noises are heard.
The licking continues for several more seconds until the
camera moves back up, looking down at the body as a pool of
blood slowly spreads around him.
CUT TO BLACK.
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Satsuki awoke with a start, her body covered in a thin film of cold sweat. Propping herself up in bed, she frantically looked around her to ensure that she was still in her room and not in some back alley with a corpse. After confirming that she was in fact at home she breathed a sigh of relief, trying to calm herself down.
"That dream again..." she said to herself, resting her elbows on her knees. When did they begin, she wondered? Almost two weeks ago? The faces and locations were all different, but the outcome was always the same: Some poor soul was tricked, trapped or hunted down by her, after which she murdered them and consumed their blood. The thing that struck her, though, was that they were so vivid: The smell of the man's cologne, the sound of tearing flesh and the taste of blood which still lingered in her mouth. Stranger still was that during them she felt a sense of joy, almost as if it was all some sort of game for her.
"This is probably some sort of subliminal... thing," she mumbled, falling back onto her pillow. "Like repressed sexual urges or something Freudian like that. Yeah, nothing to get worried over, just..."
She closed her eyes and groaned, finding that to her dismay her attempts to convince herself that her dreams weren't a problem weren't very... well, convincing. Pulling the covers back up over her, she rolled over and prepared for another fitful night of sleep.
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