#ouro execution

Dousing the Last Spark

The screen flickers on and is fuzzy at first, before finally focusing on a classroom. The chain that originally drug the lyricist, Kagome Setsuko, to her doom had been wrapped around her, binding her to the desk near the center. Nobody else but her, how lonesome. Wasn’t this something she was always used to, though? Maybe it was the idea that she was dying. It didn’t seem to phase her much though, as her naturally tired expression was plastered on her face. No squirming nor any attempts to fight back against the execution were present, as if she either hadn’t registered what was happening or that she just didn’t care. Most likely the latter.

Out of nowhere, a paper plane lands in her lap. Though a bit hesitant at first even for her sloth-resemblance, she is able to unfold it despite the restraints. Squinting at the note contained inside, she averts her eyes back to the side and discreetly shoves it off her lap, it landing on the floor beneath her.

“You’re just like that girl!”

She has nothing to do with such a terrible person.

Within the next minute or so, everything suddenly became silent. Glancing around at her surroundings, nearly buried in paper planes as more had piled in in the next minute or so after, with who only knows what written on them, it was hard to even see her legs anymore. Without warning, the floor slowly started to crack, giving away as Setsuko soon plummeted to her new fate. What could possibly be awaiting her underneath the ground?

A watery grave.

Landing in the pool of water,  almost resembling a chamber, she floated to the top while wrestling with the paper planes that occupied any extra space. Being detached from the desk that had already began sinking to the depths, she was able to move freely. It seemed there was a shimmer of hope, as there seemed to be a dock just ahead. Blinking, but not hesitating, she started to doggy-paddle towards it, a look of determination now plastered on her skin. Would she make it? If you said yes, then you are in for a rude awakening.

Reaching a hand out to grab onto it, her hand seemed to collide with something. The dock and scenery around it went fuzzy. Quickly backing away from it, Setsuko’s eyebrows furrowed as she realized just what she hit. It became painfully obvious that there was no way out of this execution after all, and suddenly she was mentally kicking herself for thinking there would be. No, she knew what she did, and now she was facing the consequences.

The screen depicting the dock blacked out for a second, before showing another video similar to the one presented along with the motive. The girl shown in what seemed to be a surveillance video didn’t resemble Setsuko all that much though, as the hair was shorter and she was a lot less developed. No way that was her, but why was she being shown instead? From what was visible, she had a baseball bat in her hands, and had smashed windows open in what looked to be a hallway in a school. Not long after that though, she soon faded from the video, as if she were never there. It looks like it did strike a chord with Setsuko, as she started flailing in the water, getting farther away from the screen. It was obvious that she was screaming something, most likely profanity, but the background noises as well as the splashing and carrying on muffled whatever she had been saying for the most part.

It looks like screaming and shouting did her no good, and soon within a few minutes it ceased, as well as the flailing about. Barely holding her eyes open, she soon quietly disappeared underneath the surface of the water. One last camera switch showed her in her final moments. The paper planes and chains from before got wrapped around her legs, and there was no doubt her arms were tired from trying to keep herself afloat. The last look on her face was either one of fear or pure anger. Whether it be due to her death, or perhaps that she was drowning in return for the cleansing of a certain other’s crimes, would remain unknown.