White blood

The bullet pierced through his friend’s forehead right in front of his eyes. The body fell over and his albino hair 

soon mixed with the blooded snow. All the leftover tears rolled down his cheeks. Issei had no scream to let out 

anymore, not a muscle spared from pulverizing. The huge monstrous exhales of those sheep-masked giants were 

all to hear for him. The screams and groans lost against those monsters of that snowy night. Not a second of 

hesitation they had before crushing every bone of their body so all they could was scream and wish to die.

However, even their screams were sealed by silver tapes. Blood had already sliced out from spiked belts when 

they wiped their naked flesh. Every time one stopped whipping, the other released raw electricity through those 

bleeding flesh. Both received death mentally but only one was shot. Issei was lying only to cry for Haru’s lifeless 

face right in front of his eyes until his sight faded away as well. 

Why doesn’t the snow stop? Why did

he have to die instead? Why him? Issei thought as warmth covered his 

body. All he heard was his pounding heart and he immediately opened his eyes. The sight was foggy as of a 

winter’s night. All he saw a glimmering light. His muscles struggled to move and when vision cleansed, he was in 

his room. His own apartment. Sweat dribbled down his entire body like midsummer’s night. His heart throbbed 

forcing his body to tremble. He drove his body to move, to sit up and calm down. His mind struck with all the 

pain at once, his hand moved their own but all of it was to get stranger. His palm felt no wound, not even the 

warmth of blood. He pulled up his CLEAN shirt to see ultimately. Not a single scratch anywhere at front. Skin was 

as new, flesh – tight. There was outmost confusion, but for a moment, he let a grin out. However, the pain was 

thorough and slow. He knew real it was, and so was GRIEF. It is not only pain that was real, a murder too. 

Issei felt energy and livelihood coursing back to his body as he rushed out to the street from his apartment. He wore a jacket on the way feeling the sweat freeze under snow. Whatever happened could resolve once its sure 

Haru is in same condition as him – alive. All more painful than his wound was Haru’s death. The night snowed the exact way, slow and shallow. The street corners piled them up but that park had nothing but white and all of a sudden the night become a nightmare.

Issei made it to that park crossing the residential blocks. His breath 

huffed and puffed as he went deeper crossing a few bushes and wood. He stopped. The place was right in front 

of him and it was empty. Not even a mark of stumble. He could mark exact where he dropped dead, but it was 

empty. He broke to his knees and cleared the snow away. The ground was firm under it. What to do? He didn’t 

know because he saw him dying, his life vanishing right where he stood but there’s nothing there. 

Issei tightened the jacket around him while fastening his steps back to Haru’s apartment. He must be there,

Issei ensured himself. The patience worsens

with time and weakening limbs. Even though they had no pain, they 

weren’t ready either for sprints. He sought a telephone booth on the way, checked his pockets for any change he 

could find and barged in immediately. Luckily, he had enough for one call. He slammed the dialler and threw his 

back against its wall. “Pick up, Haru” he said whispering. He finally put the receiver back; he didn’t get any 

response from the call. It was more reckoning. Outside, the street had no other soul so far. He walked out and 

took a huge exhale. He began running. He gained paced and sprint faster than ever. The only sound he heard was 

of his rapid huge steps until he finally the block came under his sight. He leaped through the stairs and made it 

before the apartment door. He smacked the calling bell consciously – no response. He slammed the door then 

with his first hit it already opened. He walked in. It was that hour of night when he always used it for himself 

selfishly. Issei barged into the only two rooms crying his name loudly. His breath reduced as his knees fell to the 

floor. Haru died, he truly died. Issei wanted not to believe it but it was inevitable. He saw it. Those men

slaughtered him bit by bit. 

“Everything took place right after the evening and within hours I was nowhere harmed but Haru died” Issei 

talked to himself on his way to the nearest police station. All that he could think of was that. 

Two officers came up to listen. Issei had lost hope somehow, so he mindlessly spilled everything. Even they 

listened blankly with their first suspicion towards Issei being a drunk. A woozy boy appeared past midnight with 

such a tale was doubtful enough for them, still they nod, stared at each other and ensured him a complete 

search over his report. That’s all those bloated and annoyed officers could offer. He held the most regret of not 

being able to save the only who stayed beside him for so long. 

The street than had a breeze. The police strongly advised him to return home, when he came out that’s what he 

thought of doing. Not much further away he reached from the police station when under a weak street light a 

massive breeze hit his body. It was fear. His eyes widen as the air suddenly became heavier to breathe and a 

spiking chill rushed down his spine. Around the other corner of a street, two red burning eyes stared right down 

at him. It was huffing and heaving as the machete in his hand reflected light. He knew those eyes, he knew that 

figure, and he knew that blade. Issei had no intention of moving a muscle, he couldn’t. However, as soon as that 

man appeared all those struggles Haru made just to live, all those tears he shed out of pain clashed into his mind. 

He took a gulp. Issei dashed towards him. He screamed his way through preparing a fist. He stopped, dug his 

feet stable and jabbed straight ahead. 

The man wasn’t in position and all of a sudden, a straight blow smashed his nape from behind. 

Issei opened his eyes again and it was over a freezing surface and when his eyes cleared of blur it was Haru’s 

white pale face with a hole in his forehead glaring straight into his soul. 

At the end of the night, two youngsters were found lying in the street, one shot dead and another one with a gun 

wearing a white sheep mask.