idolpro | Kino's Heart Game

[They try to turn their head, clearly struggling to even draw breath.

There are footsteps approaching from the kitchen.]

[Turning to face the woman, looking for anything nearby he can use as a weapon]

[There doesn't seem to be anything of use. And then, quite suddenly--

He realizes he's only watching a film play out on a projector.]

In the red atmosphere, they saw the woman’s head that seemed as if it was covering the ceiling. They saw the woman looking down at them and stretching her hands.

“Eh…?”

The hands, which seemed bent, stretched towards their throat.

“If it wasn’t for you…”

They clearly heard the woman’s voice. And then the feeling of cold hands at their throat.

“If it wasn’t for you, my son wouldn’t have died.”

“!”

The hands squeezing their slim throat were full of strength.

“… Kh!”

They breathed out with difficulty and let out a short sound.

“If it wasn’t for you, my son would’ve come back safely. Kino would’ve come back. Kino would’ve been alive. Am I wrong?”

“……”

The teen couldn’t see the expression of the woman’s face hovering above them. They just saw a black mass.

The evening sun was viciously dyeing red everything in the room through the window. The woman continued throttling the long-haired teen who was lying face up.

“Do you understand my pain? Do you understand the feelings of a mother whose son had died? Do you understand what it feels for a person who can do nothing except wait?”

“……”

“If it wasn’t for you!”

She applied even more strength.

Neither breath nor voice leaked out of the teen's throat, their arms only moved up slightly and then fell down. Trying to grab something, they once again raised their shaking arm, but it fell down. That moment their right hand felt something cold. They held it tightly and drew their arm back moving only their shoulder. Removing the holster strap, the gleaming black cylinder and then the barrel appeared.

The woman was speaking slowly with her mouth opened wide.

“If it wasn’t for you, Kino would’ve come back.”

Then again.

“If it wasn’t for you, Kino would’ve come back——Gh!”

The long barrel of the revolver was inserted in her mouth. The trembling from the teen's hand was transmitted to the barrel, so the woman’s teeth started clicking.

The woman loosened her grip. The teen breathed in deeply and then groaned when they breathed out.

“Now… I am… I am Kino…”

The clicking sound stopped.

“I’m not going… to let someone kill me… again…”

Bang.

There was the sound of a film roll coming to an end. And so, your character finds themself standing next to the fallen woman trapping Kino under her corpse, the teen thoroughly unconscious, hair soaked in coagulated blood.

They are free to act as they wish.

Edited 2022-02-26 09:47 (UTC)

Kino?

[Rushing over to try and roll the corpse off them]

I'm - I'm so sorry. I couldn't - I couldn't move for a second.

[He's able to roll the corpse off of them, and they're even still breathing, but they're definitely completely unconscious by now. The room is starting to get dark, and with how thick the blood is on the ground, it almost seems like even more time has passed since the struggle ended.

There's a creak of a door behind him - the entrance door.]

[Not even turning to look - he's busy trying to pick Kino up so they can gtfo]

[A pair of hands aids him in the task. And if he takes a look-

It's the middle-aged woman from before.]

"Poor thing. We can take them to my house to get cleaned up."

[Her voice is mournful, yet unsurprised.]

Naw. We're good. I'm gonna get them out of here.

"My truck is outside. Hermes is there, too. Besides...

We owe you - the both of you - an explanation."

Naw, I got them. We're just taking off.

"...To where?"

Out of here.

We're gonna need their bike.

Edited 2022-02-26 23:47 (UTC)

"It's practically night. The roads will be unsafe.

Please. Let me do this much - in order to thank them."

Why should I trust you?

You're the one who set us up to walk into that mess.

"Because they could do something we could not. And for that, we are grateful."

What could they do?

"Kill her."

Why would you wanna kill her?

“In our country, ‘rightful self-defense’ is not a crime. However, ‘aiding a suicide’ is quite a serious crime. According to our laws, the punishment will be deportation from our country.”

[Another enters - the old man - and he tips his head in acknowledgement, moving to take care of the woman's body.]

"Because she waited for such a long time. And... I think she realized that she doesn’t have to wait anymore and sighed with relief. When she understood what happened to him, she became free from anxiety. I’m sure she clearly understood how it would end when she started throttling a person who has a persuader."

So she... what. Suicided with help?

"That's what I believe, yes.

We can take you and your friends to someplace safe and get them cleaned up and into bed. We should even be able to have their clothes washed and dry for your departure tomorrow."

...maybe we better not.

"You still don't trust us?"

[The woman's corpse is being carried out - even more people have come to grimly assist.]

Edited 2022-02-27 04:42 (UTC)

Dude, would you trust you?

"Is there anything we could do to change your mind?"

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