.: Charles :.
Charles merely watched as Saionji scattered away when Shinohara instructed her to go to safety.
The old man grinning like some sort of demon as he registered what Shinohara was getting at by leaving them alone together,
the man probably figured he could take Charles alone, or perhaps was making a stand so he could either accomplish a victory, or die trying...
How noble.
"I suppose you don't want anymore meaningless sacrifices, then?" Charles scoffed, there really was no need to ask as he knew all too well the answer, not that Charles minded, he had no resolve to linger on the subject for too long as the girl held no meaning to him.
In fact the old man only had one particular thing in mind and the opportunity stood right before him, Shinohara stood challenging him with eyes of a scarred father and perhaps fate shall frown upon us as unfortunately, Charles was more than willing to accept this challenge with his entire being.
Wary bones and sandpaper old skin, none of it mattered as Charles ignored his aching body and lowering his hand from his torn hair, strands of his white locks flowing to the floor to lay to rest. the old man took stance with glazed eyes locked onto his opponent and waited for Shinohara to make his move, as when playing chess, Charles always preferred to go second.
.: Shinohara :.
"I don't.. I actually don't want anymore of those, none were meant to be made here, this was all a terrible mistake, I led everyone here.. it should of just been me, from the beginning it should of just been me all along." Shinohara admitted, grinning right back at Charles as he raised his hands and closed them into tight fists, he knew he was unarmed, the father also knew he had nothing to defend himself.
But even as defenseless as he might of looked, Shinohara was skilled in hand to hand combat more than anything else and was a fierce fighter when it came down to it, the reason the father was accepted so easily into the S.W.A.T force was because of his brute strength, and he wasn't afraid to let Charles meet the harsh reality of what bodily harm the fist could deliver to the human body when used correctly.
Waiting like that, Shinohara began to realize exactly what the old man was getting at.. he wasn't moving an inch, simply waiting for his prey to come to him was his game, it was his forte' and it was so easy to read the old man, what looked courteous only a ploy to get the father to come to him like a spider and it's web.
But just this once.. Shinohara would comply.
"I see you're going to allow me the first move.. heh, honorable! or at least, that's what I would say if I didn't know how foul you really are.. then again, perhaps in another life if we met on better terms, we could of been friends sipping coffee at a certain caf? I know." Shinohara joked bitterly, knowing fully well that he would be playing directly into Charles hands if he made the first move.
Yet somehow it didn't matter, as glanced behind his own shoulder and snuck a look upon his S.W.A.T team that rushed forth after Saionji paddled away, the petite girl had done marvelous and from the looks of it, they would be inside within minutes.
However within that time limit, he needed to keep Charles from going out after Saionji, or retreating within the mansion to hurt Yuki, Koizumi, his comrades.. and even Sendo. under his watch Shinohara planned to let no more lives fall.
Charles smirked at Shinohara's resolve, and they both rushed forward, Charles swung the scythe faster than expected and Shinohara barely remembered his training to duck down and squat his knees, only to spring back up when the scythe safely passed over him, thrusting his fist forward as hard as he could, the man landed a hit and socked Charles straight in the jaw causing the old man to be stumble back as he cursed and choked, spitting out what looked to be a tooth as fresh blood dripped from his jawline.
Licking the blood slithering down his lips, the old man's grin only widened as he braced himself, grinding his teeth and then rushing towards Shinohara once more, not missing a step even due to the excruciating pain coursing through his mouth as he knew any second wasted would prove fatal.
Charles came for Shinohara like a bat straight out of hall as he swung and thrashed the scythe down upon the other, grazing Shinohara here and there, the old man looked like the devil himself as laughter rang out and he sickleningly cackled each time the blade made contact with the other's skin, yet Shinohara stood his ground regardless of the physical pain he felt, as he knew exactly how much lives depended on him, there was no way he would give in until Charles was under his foot and in handcuffs.
The two continued and fought viciously, exchanging blows as Charles became more and more battered, while Shinohara started to bleed out profusely as his gashes became worse by the second, this didn't stop Shinohara from mustering all of his strength to keep going however, trying to take Charles down each time his fist's made contact with the other, both of them were breathing heavily as they danced what seemed to be the waltz of death, both refusing to give in as they had too much at stake and at the same time nothing to lose.
Fortune shattered however, when the two were just seconds away from colliding again, that something caught Shinohara's eye, or in particular the sight of two familiar faces rushing onto the scene from the hallways..
catching glimpse revealed Hair of a certain red colour and a gentlemen that he relied on earlier, the sight terrified Shinohara as they came into view and for that split second, the father figure hesitated as he tried to form words to tell them to get away, to leave and protect themselves.
But....
In just that very same second.
Charles swung down the scythe with such a force the blade mercilessly sliced Shinohara's body clean in half, the father's expression showed pain as he choked out the last breath that he would ever muster, shock overcoming his system as his eyes stared out in horror towards the two that he desperately tried to warn, soon following his lifeless corpse fell to the floor with two loud thuds.
Not even giving time for things to settle in, Charles broke out into a manic laughter and fell to his knees beside Shinohara's two halves, dropping the scythe as he started to rustle his hands throughout his hair, tugging and combing it back as a crazed expression took over his features.
"I win..." he whispered quietly, before he continued in a hushed tone. "I win, I win I win! that's it, the game is done! and I'm the winner, as I always am, it will not longer be postponed, I destroyed the king! checkmate, there is nothing else, nothing left! I win!!" Charles began to howler with laughter, shrieking out and going mad right before everyone's eyes.
It was only a few seconds away until The S.W.A.T force would come in and finish everything.
.: Suzuya :.
Blurry vision refocusing once more, the boy found himself waking up yet again to a very unfamiliar scene that rattled his nerves and paranoia.
This time it was different however, the only sound he could make out sounding like beeping, no chattering like last time and no movement, and while trying hard to regain his conscious he felt around himself, Suzuya could feel that he was tucked into blankets and with a groan, he struggled to pull himself up into a sitting position.
"A-ah..." the stitched boy whimpered as he could feel a seething pain throughout his right leg, but that didn't stop the boy from slipping his slender frame off the edge of the bed.
Although the next thing that happened left the boy in even more pain and shock than before as he shrieked out, for some reason he couldn't find the strength to stand and had fallen to the floor, gulping as he tried even harder to awaken himself from the weird haze that clouded his mind.
Perhaps too soon a shock, Suzuya's eyes trailed downwards to try to figure out the source of why he couldn't stand properly and revealed a horrible reality to the stitched boy, his leg was missing, medically removed and replaced with only a stub covered with bandages.
Heaving, his chest began heaving as his eyes widened in disgust and horror, memories flooding his hazy mind as everything started to piece together, Suzuya had nearly died by the hands of Komaeda.. his leg his sacrifice, somehow he was still alive, someone saved him and he didn't even know whom.
The panic increased as he gripped the side of the hospital bed, lifting himself up with some difficulty, his eyes searched for anything to help him stand and when he saw the IV stand positioned just beside the bed itself, the stitched boy didn't hesitate and grabbed the IV drip, using it to lean on.
"K-Komaeda-san... I failed, I failed..." his voice came out hoarse, and he started towards the exit as carefully as he could, staggering and almost toppling over countless times, somehow the Albino made it out of the hospital room and worked his way towards the exit sign, the personnel seemed to be on break or else Suzuya knew he would of been caught with how much noise he was making, struggling just to walk as the pain seared through his body, new stitching and bandaging seemed to help just a bit.
But that didn't stop Suzuya, even fidgeting as he hobbled out and disorientated as he leaned heavy on the IV drip, Suzuya's destination was only one person..
He had to get back to Komaeda, no matter what he had to get back to Komaeda and make things better for failing him, for being alive and failing him, he would let Komaeda end it as it should of been ended, all for the Ultimate Luckster's sake.
