Chapter Twenty-Six: They Come to Get Me:
He lowered his
knife.
“Why should I?”
he asked. He turned to see Tsuzuki and Hisoka behind him. He snickered to
himself.
“Oh, you’re
here,” he said. His victim lifted her head.
“Let her go,”
Tsuzuki said.
“Why?” the soul
asked. “She’s going to die anyway.” His victim’s eyes widened. She quickly shook
her head. Hisoka shivered, but stepped forward.
“You have to go
back,” he said. “You’ve killed enough people.” The soul all, but laughed.
“Wrong!” he
said. “I haven’t killed enough!” He twirled about with his arms out.
“I have to see
my art through!” he said. “The process is not yet over!” He looked down at his
victim.
“She will be the
perfect addition,” he added. His victim shook her head, crying.
“Yes,” he said.
“Just accept it. This won’t take long.” He raised his knife above his head. His
victim tightly shut her eyes. The knife sinking downwards. But then, a hand
grabbed his wrist. He turned behind him. Tsuzuki glared at him, holding his
wrist.
“Let me go,” the
soul said.
“No!” the
shinigami barked. He tried to take the knife out of his hand. The soul’s eyes
flashed red.
“Get off,” he
said. He tried to push the shinigami off. Tsuzuki wouldn’t let go. He tried to
pry the knife away.
“Hisoka!” the
shinigami yelled. The younger partner ran over to the bound woman.
“No!” the soul
yelled. He pushed Tsuzuki off and crawled over to his victim. The older
shinigami grabbed him again.
“Let me go!” the
soul barked.
“No!” Tsuzuki
yelled. “Enough of this!” He reached into his coat. The shinigami froze.
“Oh no,” he
said. “Oh no. Oh no! Oh no! Oh crap!” The soul smirked.
“Aw, what’s
wrong?” he asked. “Lost your book?” Tsuzuki’s eyes widened. The soul smirked
with book in his hand. He stuck out his tongue.
“No!” Tsuzuki
shouted. Hisoka looked up. The soul pushed the older shinigami off.
“I will not
stop!” he said. He jumped to his feet.
“You something?”
he asked. “What would happen if I did this?” He reached down and opened the
book.
“No!” Tsuzuki
shouted. But when the soul tried to open the book, he started glowing all over.
“What the--?!”
he asked. Tsuzuki sat up, stunned.
“Hisoka…” he
said. The other shinigami stared as the soul became brighter. Meanwhile, the
soul himself looked around.
“What is this?!”
he asked. “What the?! No! This can’t be?! I don’t want to go! Damn it! Shit!
Fuck! No! No!” The soul burned up and sailed into the book. Said book landed on
the floor. The shinigami and woman sat stunned. Tsuzuki turned to his partner.
“Hisoka…” he
said.
“He must have
fallen for his own trap,” the younger shinigami said. He quickly untied the
startled woman. She sat up with big eyes.
“W-W-Who are
you?” she asked, looking back and forth.
“Shhh,” Hisoka
whispered. “It’s okay. You’re fine now.” The woman sat, panting.
“Are you hurt?”
Tsuzuki asked. She shook her head. Hisoka pulled out his phone and dialed 119.
Tsuzuki picked up the book and put it in his coat.
“Could you do us
a favor?” he asked. The woman nodded.
“Can you not
tell the police that we were here?” he asked. “Or much about the guy who
abducted you.”
“What do I say?”
the woman asked. Tsuzuki gave her a quick story to feed the police and EMT’s.
“They’re on the
way,” Hisoka said.
“Good,” his
partner said.
“Ready to go?”
“Yes,” the
younger shinigami said. He and Tsuzuki both vanished into thin air. The woman
sat and waited in the abandoned building until help arrived.
One soul left.