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“Mitsukai Uwakionna.” Kitano looked over the file, then the girl, still sitting…. Asleep, on the desk. “So this is the transfer student we got in the place of Girl #18? Incredible….” He walked on over, away from his desk with the bag of cookies, to her. And still she slept, her features, almost angelic, as she did so. The teacher reached out, to touch her cheek, and she stirred.
“Anou…?” She mumbled as she lifted her head up. Her long, curly, shimmering ebony hair fell across her shoulders, and she looked up at the man standing in front of her, with starry cobalt blue eyes. “Mmmm… what’s this?”
“Congratulations!” Kitano cheered, stepping back. “You are a lucky winner!”
“Mmm… uhhh…. Me?” She looked around the room dreaily. It had been cleaned of the two bodies, but the dried blood from them was still on the plastic tarp covering the floor. “What is this? I’m scared!” She said, panicked.
“Don’t tell me now that you don’t know about the BR act?” Said Kitano, pacing the room. “One of our girls died, I killed her… and apparently, since I wasn’t supposed to kill her, they told me I had to find a replacement, and… well, you’re it!”
“This is all so confusing..” Mitsukai sighed, and tried to think back. All she could remember was getting asked to the principals office at school, and finding nobody there, and getting really sleepy. “Oh God…” She finally figured it out, and was terrified.
“Oh God. So now you understand. I guess now I will not have to explain anything to you. Great! I’d hate to put on that video again, even though Video Onee-san is rather cute…” Kitano chuckled. “But just in case you’re still confused, I’ll fill you in on a little. You see, you were taken out of Chuugakusei Junior High School, and brought here. We chose you at random, really. And when your school protested…. We threatened to rig the contest next year so all of your class would be participants. You see? You should consider yourself honored, though—“
“Honored?!” Mitsukai spat out, bitterly, and sat up, slamming her hands hard against the desk’s surface, causing one of her nails to break. But she couldn’t be bothered about that now—oh no, she had just been destined to die. She knew all about the Program, she had found out about it from her father, who was a pretty high-up government official. She knew about everything. She knew about having to kill all of your classmates, there being one survivor, the danger zones, the weapons… hell, she even knew about the collars around her neck.
The collar…
She reached up and touched the cold metal surface of it, and gasped. Kitano just chuckled.
“So you know about the collars…. Ha ha. Well, that’s good too. Much less for me to explain.” He laughed even harder at the girl’s infuriated expression. “You know how late you are? Very. About eight hours. Quite a few people have died already. There are some dangerous students out there. But… I’m sure you’ll do fine.” She scowled. To her it would seem she had the disadvantage, even though she had avoided the bloodshed for eight hours. People didn’t know her. She was sure if they had, they would not kill her as quickly, but they didn’t, so they would likely kill her on the spot.
Great, just fucking great.
“My dad would have never let you fucking do this, you know!” She shouted out, causing the soldiers monitoring the computers to look up, and a few even raised their guns up.
“Ah yes… your father. Well, you say he would never let me do this, but how wrong you are. He actually… how should I say… volunteered you for this? Yes, that’s right.” Kitano nodded sagely and paced around her desk. “And I can see why, what with addressing your elders as such. Horrible language. It’s kids like you who make this country fucked up; not the adults.”
“Fuck you!” Mitsukai screeched, only to get a sharp slap on the face by Kitano. She whimpered and held her bruised cheek, but still kept the murderour glare.
“See? Why did you have to make me go along and do that?”
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2!!!!1!!
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