#zean

Well, that was an amazing turn on events, was it now?

No really. It was…

~ Flashback ~

Once he finished the building of suspense, he slammed down on his legs to make what you assumed his best attempt to mock a cymbal crash, he yelled out, “To kill each other!”

What?

“That’s right. See there’s really only one way for you to get out of here. You just have to kill someone among you. Simple as that really.” His smile stretched out to an almost terrifying degree.

“Or at least it would be.” He began chuckling to himself lightly. “Hehe, well, kill someone and get away with it. I’ll explain that more once one of you actually does it.” 

~ Flashback End ~

Really? How did, out of every single student in HPA, did the Folk Dancer ended up as one of the unfortunate ones to be in a situation like this? Everything esculated quite quickly here in Mutandis Inc. Not only was he surrounded did their guide disappear, an anonymous voice spoke out of nowhere and immediately announces that this little gathering is now a killing game. In the outside, he placed his poker face on when he’s actually scared to death about his life. Oh dear. What could he do? Why him? What did Zean that no other student had? He just wanted to have a normal and simple life. Was that too much to ask of?! 

Of course it was.

Since he is a Richelieu, nothing is really normal in his life. He was the target of every paparazzi and journalists whenever something happened in his family. He was the one in his family who never got to enjoy and play with other children and attend school. He was the one forced to try to carry on his family’s school and make a legacy for his family name. Yet, for 18 years, he didn’t complain. Instead, he endured it all. He didn’t let a single negative comment go out of his lips ever since he was born. Yes, he was bossed around by his siblings his entire childhood but he didn’t complain. Sure, he’s hated by everyone just because he was a Richelieu but he didn’t care. Yet, here he stood. He was about to enter a ‘trial’ with his fellow peers. Was it right for him to complain at this moment? This moment where he could beg and scream all he want when no one can hear him?

No… He wouldn’t do anything like that.

He has seen death twice and he wasn’t going to see it again. Not this time. Though few, he had made quite a few bonds around his companions and he wasn’t going to let them down. He wasn’t going to let Pas Des Tous down. Neither is his aunt nor Mr. Mesana. He was trained for this and he’s going to take it in as a challenge. Instead, he continued to stay strong. He didn’t let his thoughts get through his mind. He knows his very main objective here; which is to survive and try to get everyone out with him as well. It may mean that he will break one of the Richelieu Laws, but he knew it was a good way to earn comradery around the group. Zean then looked at his fellow classmates, seeing scared and despair-ridden faces as they learned this. The Folk Dancer didn’t say anything at first but let out a soft sigh as he turned to everyone else, a small smile on his cheeks.

“Calm down everyone. We will get out of here. I assure you. Let us not heed to these words in order for us to not lose faith in this horrid place.”

Well, that was an amazing turn on events, was it now?

No really. It was...

~ Flashback ~

“You see, students, as of the moment you woke up, you have been put in a game, or a trial per say. The only way to escape this building and return to your peaceful life is to kill. We want to see your true colors come out in this trial. You may try to escape but there is no way down from this level. You’ll certainly die if you try..."

~ Flashback End ~

Really? How did, out of every single student in HPA, did the Folk Dancer ended up as one of the unfortunate ones to be in a situation like this? Everything esculated quite quickly here in Mutandis Inc. Not only was he surrounded did their guide disappear, an anonymous voice spoke out of nowhere and immediately announces that this little gathering is now a killing game. In the outside, he placed his poker face on when he’s actually scared to death about his life. Oh dear. What could he do? Why him? What did Zean that no other student had? He just wanted to have a normal and simple life. Was that too much to ask of?! 

Of course it was.

Since he is a Richelieu, nothing is really normal in his life. He was the target of every paparazzi and journalists whenever something happened in his family. He was the one in his family who never got to enjoy and play with other children and attend school. He was the one forced to try to carry on his family’s school and make a legacy for his family name. Yet, for 18 years, he didn’t complain. Instead, he endured it all. He didn’t let a single negative comment go out of his lips ever since he was born. Yes, he was bossed around by his siblings his entire childhood but he didn’t complain. Sure, he’s hated by everyone just because he was a Richelieu but he didn’t care. Yet, here he stood. He was about to enter a 'trial' with his fellow peers. Was it right for him to complain at this moment? This moment where he could beg and scream all he want when no one can hear him?

No… He wouldn’t do anything like that.

He has seen death twice and he wasn't going to see it again. Not this time. Though few, he had made quite a few bonds around his companions and he wasn't going to let them down. He wasn't going to let Pas Des Tous down. Neither is his aunt nor Mr. Mesana. He was trained for this and he's going to take it in as a challenge. Instead, he continued to stay strong. He didn’t let his thoughts get through his mind. He knows his very main objective here; which is to survive and try to get everyone out with him as well. It may mean that he will break one of the Richelieu Laws, but he knew it was a good way to earn comradery around the group. Zean then looked at his fellow classmates, seeing scared and despair-ridden faces as they learned this. The Folk Dancer didn’t say anything at first but let out a soft sigh as he turned to everyone else, a small smile on his cheeks.

“Calm down everyone. We will get out of here. I assure you. Let us not heed to these words in order for us to not lose faith in this horrid place.”

After eating her fair share of food, and dealing with the aftermath of exploring the tunnel, Airi finds herself standing in front of the coffee stand, brewing her a cup of extra strong liquid energy. Her eyes are currently stinging and drooping, and her entire body is just dead tired, but she can’t go to sleep yet, not when she doesn’t have a safe place to sleep in peace.

Her eyes remain focused on the machine in front of her, as she waits for her drink to fill up, so she can wake back up. She can’t really remember how long she’d been asleep on that train, but however long it was, wasn’t long enough for her to catch up on some much needed Z’s. She’s used to going two whole days without sleeping, and even then not sleeping much when she finally does crash, so this is nothing to her.

How exciting…

Zean wasn’t much of a fan in field trips but somehow, this one seems to intrigue the Folk Dancer more. To be chosen out of the hundreds of students to join in the trip, it would be truly an honor to attend Mutandis. Yet, he still felt sadness coursing through his veins as the days passed by and the day of the field trip was growing near. He didn’t really bother talking to the people who were also with him in the trip. He could feel his hesrt beat racing as he watched time passed by. Why? It’s not like something bad could happen to him right?

… Right?

His feet dragged him to an empty classroom one late afternoon. While everyone headed back into their perspective dorms, Zean couldn’t seem to just sit still. At an empty space like this, it gave the Folk Dancer to do his thing; which was to dance his heart out. Thus, he did.

He closed the door behind him and brought out his phone. Now here comes the hard part; picking which kind of dance he was going to do. Every Folk Dance he knew needed a partner. A partner… The only thing Zean couldn’t obtain in his entire dancing career. Regardless, he didn’t care. Hell, he didn’t care about anything in his life. His eyes then stopped at one song and caught his attention.

It was Maglalatik.

Oh dear. Even if Zean didn’t want it, it was the only dance that needed no partner. Thus, he got to work. Slowly unbottoning his upper garnment and putting on the half coconut husks on his knees, hands and back, he almost looked like he was ready to perform for a concernt. He was about to position himself and play the music…

Until the door swung open.

Puffy eyes cracked open slowly as the young male was pulled out from a horrifying nightmare. Sure, he looked like he's sleeping peacefully like a baby beside the Figure Skater in the bus but everyday's another fight. The bright sun before him as he left the bus felt like pinpricks in his eyes and he squinted as he looked around. 'Mutandis' huh? A company that was the biggest manufacturer of Japan's planes. The one company that shut itself against any form of media. It made the Folk Dancer curious and immediately had a lot of questions in mind.

What happened? Why did this company gone all quiet when they are the biggest manufacturers of planes in Japan? Why shouldn't the media know the secrets of such a successful company such as Mutandis?

These were just a few questions the Folk Dancer had in mind as he followed along his other companions. He paid no heed to the curvy female that spoke to them. However, he did heard that the CEO was caught up on something so they weren't able to greet them in person. Great. The only thing that was important to Zean's ears.

His legs were somewhat stiff and his head ached to high heavens, but Zean pushed himself and glanced around. This is what he gets for sleeping through the entire trip. There were some familiar faces that he met in the school beforehand. What made him more intrigued were the other people that he hasn't seen nor recognized before.  No... He get over his fear of talking to other people a few days ago. He's not backing out in this opportunity.

Zean swallowed the nervousness that was bubbling in his throat. Being a nervous wreck wouldn’t fix this. Keeping calm and letting his stress out would be a very good thing to do at a trip like this. Fixing his hair with his fingers and adjusting his suit, the Folk Dancer stepped out of the crowd and simply stood in one corner. Mumbling in French and worrying even more about his family, he didn't notice that someone was tapping on his shoulder. Noticing this, he jumped and sweared in French.