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[h1][color=firebrick]Yuuhei Seiho[/color][/h1]
Saturday Morning – The Bad End Hallway

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[color=firebrick][i]’What’s the play?’[/i][/color]

Amber eyes darted back and forth, looking for any miniscule detail that the blond could use to his advantage. After all, as soon as Natsumi and the other girl were safely out of the way, it would just be Yuuhei and the… well whatever the dried out mass before him was. The blond had no intention of dying here, yet killing the thing was obviously out of the question. Maybe there was a way for him to stun the thing long enough for him to get away himself?

[color=firebrick][i]’What’s the play?!’[/i][/color]

The dart that he was gripping just a bit too tightly had lost whatever small amount of comfort it had previously offered him. It might be good for poking out one of those golden eyes dotting the thing’s torso, but finding a way to get that close was no small task in itself. Besides, he didn't even know for certain if those eyes even could be hurt yet, a thought that did little to embolden the club president.

Yuuhei’s teeth ground together. Not only because he was working with less than a quarter of a plan, but also because the black haired girl had just hit the ground, adding yet another complication to the whole ordeal. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Natsumi also hadn’t started moving yet, but he really didn't have time to give that detail much thought.

[i][color=firebrick]’What’s the-‘[/color][/i]

Yuuhei was ripped violently away from his thoughts, his face a mask of horror, as his kouhai let out the saddest excuse for a battle cry he had ever heard and charged forward.

The blond opened his mouth to yell at her to stay back, but nothing came out. It was as if he had momentarily forgotten how to speak, which wasn't helped by the tightening sensation he felt in his throat that made his breathing come out a bit more ragged. He could feel his thundering heart beat all the way in his ears. There was an unsuccessful attempt made to swallow down the terror that had finally started to surface. It was painfully obvious that Natsumi had no real plan in mind. She was just rushing off to an early grave. 

Yuuhei wanted to catch up to the white haired girl and yank her away from the thing. Or even get in front of her and take the blow for her. But he did neither of those things, as his body refused to listen to him. 

Instead, he could only watch as the unnaturally white, desiccated arm casually sent her hurtling through the air.

It wasn’t until he noticed just how heavily the air seemed to cling to his lungs that it occurred to him that he was running. And even then, it wasn’t until he realized that the unnatural form of the creature was getting larger that it dawned on him that he was running towards it. His hand reached into his pocket and fished out his camera almost unconsciously. The hold on his dart somehow found a way to tighten even further, his knuckles turning a worrisome white from the force of it.

Yuuhei was past the point of thinking. His hesitation in search of some grand plan had resulted in Natsumi getting the ragdoll treatment. The fear that had resulted from it was still there, in fact he could feel it grasping his heart at the moment, but for now it was being tuned out with the rest of his thoughts. All that remained was an overwhelming need to do something.

Unfortunately, that “something” was likely going to be the death of him. 

A small beep came from his camera as Yuuhei finished messing with the settings. If he were to be honest, the blond hated everything about the absurd stunt he was about to try and pull, but he had passed the point of no return three strides ago. His only option was to continue to go forward.

He was close enough now to really appreciate how grotesque the thing was. Close enough to almost gag on the sickeningly familiar scent that it gave off. Close enough to hear the disturbing grinding of cogs and gears coming from within it. But, perhaps most importantly, he was now close enough to gouge out those bright golden eyes.

Yuuhei heard the air crack as the thing shot something at the black haired girl near him. 

Well, it was either now or never.  

The president shoved his fist forward, extending his arm as close to the thing’s many eyes as he possibly could. Except it wasn’t a dart in his hand, but a beat up digital camera.

The shutters clacked noisily in rapid succession, each one accompanied by its own bright flash of light from the small device.

Now he just had to get ready to stab those ugly eyes with his other hand should it be blinded. He didn’t particularly care to consider what he would do if his simple ploy proved to be ineffective.