[right][img]http://puu.sh/nBlGv/2846e64ef1.png[/img][/right] I was born in a thunderstorm, I grew up overnight. I played alone, I played on my own, I survived. [hr][hr] You raised your knife as you felt something rush in front you, prepared to shove it into the target and finally start to really defend yourself. But once you saw what or rather, who it was you snapped it to your side, the color draining from your face. Miyoshi. Oh god. Oh god- you could have stabbed her! Your knees started to shake at the thought. [color=a36209]"Sir, Fujisawa, are you two fine?"[/color] A weak nod was all you could manage at first, but you eventually muttered an ‘I’m sorry’ as you rubbed at the scratches on your arms. Your workout shirt had been torn at the sleeves where you had guarded, the thin material offering you absolutely no protection whatsoever. Bloody and already tired from the chaos, you chose to check if your barricade had worked instead of helping with the fight. But… what he had to say took you a bit off guard. Your English wasn’t the worst, but it certainly was limited so it took you a moment to gather a retort. [color=DarkGray] “< Ninja? Is that a joke? I- >“[/color] A squelching sound interrupted your train of thought and caused you to jump and duck behind Miyoshi again, your heartbeat almost drowning out the sound of laughter around you. Your stomach gave a sick twist as vines started to burst through human form, sprouting flora and creating their own image. Roots similarly had grabbed the rest of you before and, these only looked slightly different. If they really did have a mind of their own, would you all be bound and broken again? What if the wisps never came for you this time? A fresh wave of air and a thud behind you caused you to spin on a heel once again, tearing you from your thoughts. The man behind you had collapsed and, for a moment it was easier to not think about [i]you[/i] for once. After all, must have been the most affected by all of this. It was likely he had been trapped in this awful place by himself for well over a night, listening to those voices for who knows [i]how[/i] long. You knew what it was like to be locked up and scared, all on your own. To do that in a place like this? You couldn’t imagine it. [color=DarkGray] “ < Hey- it’s going to be alrig- >”[/color] you said, tucking a knife into your other hand so you could rest a hand on his shoulder and try to comfort, if that were even possible at this point. But before you could get the chance he was ripped away, pulled into the depths of the hospital, far faster than you could run to grab him. You watched on in horror, eyes wide. No. No you were done with this. You were done just watching, hiding, cowering. Pulling the knife from your belt you drove both into the face of one of the flowers, watched the ink spill from it before jamming it into the screaming creature again, trying to ignore the human tones in its screams. If that’s what they were going to do to people, then you didn’t care- [i]You’d cut them down. [/i] [color=DarkGray] “Let’s go!”[/color] you barked, lurching forwards as a vine shot up to grab your wrist. A flower’s face popped up from the corpse, its smile wicked before you slammed the knife down into it’s eye, successfully relinquishing its grip. [color=DarkGray] “They aren’t hard to break down! Just watch out for those vines!”[/color] [hr][hr] [right][i]I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2NgsJrrAyM]I'm alive.[/url] [/i][/right]