9 - THE ONE WITH OLD SONGS 1.6
CHAPTER 9 – THE ONE WITH OLD SONGS 1.6
He knocked him down and he also fell to the ground. He immediately took that opportunity to stand up and approach the killer to hit him. But he was quickly stopped by...
~Two, three, four
Tell the people what she wore~
The enemy's hood was down and his entire face was clearly visible, illuminated by the moonlight.
Angel...
~It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini That she wore for the first time today
An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini
So, in the blanket, she wanted to stay~
~Two, three, four
Stick around we'll tell you more
(Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop-op-op-op-op-op-op)~
Just because he was stunned for a few seconds by his opponent's appearance, he quickly defeated him again when he kicked him in the genitals, which immediately made him writhe in pain.
"Arghhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned as he lay on his side writhing in pain.
He felt her laying on him and her two arms wrapping around his neck.
"Fucking wanker. Now, you're really dead." His tone was frightening as the chokehold on her neck tightened.
He couldn't do anything but stare at her angelic face.
How...this person...is impossible...
Words ran through his mind as he stared at his opponent. He couldn't believe that such a beautiful face was capable of doing such things.
A devil with an angel's face...
It seemed like he had accepted his fate and stopped fighting. Who would have thought that at the end of his life, the last image he would see would be the most beautiful creature his eyes had ever seen. He just wanted to laugh.
But he was revived with hope when he felt something on the ground where his hand was resting.
~Two, three, four
Stick around we'll tell you more
(Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop-op-op-op-op-op-op)~
There's a sharp object. A broken piece of glass.
He quickly picked it up and his next action caused the scream of the person who was choking him to resound.
"Argghhhhhh!!!!" he shouted as he fell to the ground. He stabbed the killer using the small piece of broken glass.
He grabbed onto the side where he had stuck the mirror, which was still stuck there. Out of fear, instead of rushing at it, he quickly took the opportunity and slowly walked away to walk through the dark forest.
~Now she's afraid to come out of the water (bop-op-op-op)
And I wonder what she's gonna do (bop-op-op-op)
Now she's afraid to come out of the water (bop-op-op-op)
And the poor little girl's turning blue (bop-op-op-op)~
Just because he was stunned for a few seconds by his opponent's appearance, he quickly defeated him again when he kicked him in the genitals, which immediately made him writhe in pain.
"Arghhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned as he lay on his side writhing in pain.
He felt her laying on him and her two arms wrapping around his neck.
"Fucking wanker. Now, you're really dead." His tone was frightening as the chokehold on her neck tightened.
He couldn't do anything but stare at her angelic face.
How...this person...is impossible...
Words ran through his mind as he stared at his opponent. He couldn't believe that such a beautiful face was capable of doing such things.
A devil with an angel's face...
It seemed like he had accepted his fate and stopped fighting. Who would have thought that at the end of his life, the last image he would see would be the most beautiful creature his eyes had ever seen. He just wanted to laugh.
But he was revived with hope when he felt something on the ground where his hand was resting.
~Two, three, four
Stick around we'll tell you more
(Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop-op-op-op-op-op-op)~
There's a sharp object. A broken piece of glass.
He quickly picked it up and his next action caused the scream of the person who was choking him to resound.
"Argghhhhhh!!!!" he shouted as he fell to the ground. He stabbed the killer using the small piece of broken glass.
He grabbed onto the side where he had stuck the mirror, which was still stuck there. Out of fear, instead of rushing at it, he quickly took the opportunity and slowly walked away to walk through the dark forest.
~Now she's afraid to come out of the water (bop-op-op-op)
And I wonder what she's gonna do (bop-op-op-op)
Now she's afraid to come out of the water (bop-op-op-op)
And the poor little girl's turning blue (bop-op-op-op)~
The music gradually faded as he moved further away from it. When he could no longer hear the music, he shouted for help...
"Help!!" he shouted with all his might even though he felt weak.
He was filled with hope when he saw the road. He was finally out of the dense forest. He ran as fast as he could until he reached the road. He almost cried with joy when he saw the light of the approaching truck. All he had to do was think of a way to stop the truck in the dark.
"Sakuklo! Help me!" he shouted while waving both hands.
"Help! Help! Here---ACK!!!"
His screams stopped when something suddenly wrapped around his neck. A thick rope. The rope was pulled forcibly, causing him to fall. Then he was dragged using the rope tied around his neck. No matter how hard he struggled, he was helpless as it dragged him back into the dark woods.
He felt the gradual loss of breath and the involuntary trembling of his entire body due to the difficulty in getting air in and out of his system. Tears were voluntarily coming out of his eyes, even saliva from his mouth. He also felt his jaw tighten.
And then he heard it again...
~Two, three, four
Tell the people what she wore~
~It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow, polka dot bikini
So, in the water, she wanted to stay~
The same song. He knows he's dying...
It seemed the killer wasn't satisfied yet. He stopped pulling her. She could see her staring at his face and her head tilting slightly. She couldn't see his face because of the darkness. But she knew he was standing straight, seemingly unaffected by the stab he had inflicted.
The last thing he saw was the sharp knife slowly approaching and slowly stabbing it...right into his eye. He wanted to scream but he no longer had the strength to do so.
Pain spread throughout his body, accompanied by convulsions and the uncontrollable urination into his underwear. The pain gradually disappeared, along with the loss of vision and the cessation of movement and breathing.
And that was the last thing he felt before dying.
~From the locker to the blanket
From the blanket to the shore
From the shore to the water
Guess there isn't any more~
ENJOY – LAST PART OF CHAPTER 9 THE ONE WITH OLD SONGS.