#illustratoroftheoccult

“Yeah, we don’t really give a shit if you’re the class rep or not.”

There was no such thing as a school without it’s bad eggs, right? Kisaragi High School was no exception. The gang of delinquents had always been around, but with Jori off suspension, they seemed to have become even more confidence. The school’s incinerator was important for the students when cleaning up the school: and with them around…

     The spirit practically limped through the hallways, the pain burning through his body-- God, why did he have to die like that? It wasn’t just painful, he would have to feel this for eternity. And, from his experience so far, it was not fun.

     He noticed the figure almost right away. Her blue hair and pigtails were easy to point out, anyways.

      A insane smile made it’s way onto the face of the spirit. It look at the girl who couldn’t move under his influence, and laughed.

      “What’s wrong, Shinozaki? Can’t move? Are you wanting to run away like a coward again?”

      He laughed louder, before his expression turned into one of anger.

      “Well, don’t bother! You’d probably die in here, anyway-- Be thankful I’m getting it over with.”

      He put a hand to his chin.

      “I wonder how I should kill you... After all, you’re the reason I died. You know, the pain lasts forever after you die.”

      Satoshi spun the scissors in his hand, before quickly stabbing into her stomach.

       “Did that hurt, Shinozaki? Aw, poor baby... What about this, or this? Is it still painful? I’d hate for it not to be.”

       He continously stabbed her in the stomach, before stabbing her in the chest. And with that he began to slash her all over.

       “Heh... You’re going to be one ugly spirit. And it’s going to hurt like a bitch, too.”

       In her last moment, Satoshi simply giggled and said...

“Shino... zaki... san...?”

What a poor little rabbit lost in a big house.

She didn’t look where she was going, and a mischievous little one-eyed girl decided to tear her little guts out.

What a world, what a world!

Every second hurt. As it would for all of eternity. Until the end of time, the agony of her death, forever.

“W... why are you looking at me like that...? Onii-chan... where is he? A... What’s going on?”

The ghost was holding her own guts in, confused.

“S-shouldn’t I be dead...? It... it hurts so much... I... I don’t know what’s happening...!”

She coughed, blood pouring from her mouth..

     “Hey, Shinozaki?” The boy slowly approached the other, sighing slightly.