[color=A9A9A9][h2]Panic on the Dancefloor[/h2][/color][indent]
[color=f26522]"Hah, I'll keep that in mind if I ever sneak in here again,"[/color] he smirked, shaking his head and giving the picker a little twirl, nearly dropping it in the process. With her next question, he paused for a second, spinning the picker to stab at a stray piece of garbage before popping it in the bag.

[color=f26522]"What, and ruin the entire mystery?"[/color] Marc huffed, leaning a bit on the picker while placing a hand and trash bag on his back before chuckling to himself and pivoting around to pick up some trash. [color=f26522]"France; moved to Tenoroshi a couple of years ago,"[/color] he scratched at his neck as he answered before stumbling and staggering a bit for no reason, picking at the water bottle from behind him.

[color=f26522]"What about you,"[/color] he questioned Miwa as much as he questioned why the blonde chick he saw earlier was brandishing a fire extinguisher, nearly tripping over the open air when taking  a step forward.

[b]“From Kanazawa myself,”[/b] MiWa replied, stepping up to the tips of her toes to unplug something high up on the wall, [b]“Didn’t want to stay on the farm forever, so I booked it here, found work, and that’s how it is.”[/b]

She noticed the muscled blonde take the fire extinguisher as well, but unlike Marc, the silver-haired woman could also understand the intent. No one walked like that unless...

Yasuo was right. It was time. Her memories, fears, everything from before didn’t matter. What mattered was making right. One of her killers was free and right in front of her. It didn’t matter how much her stomach churned at the memory of what happened. She knew what she had to do. In the respite after the concert, everyone had been preoccupied with the event’s denouement. It was incredibly easy for Marina to hop past the boy picking up trash. In the brief moments before anyone could process exactly what was going on and confront Marina, she grabbed the nearest, heaviest object she could find. With a fire-extinguisher in her hand, she walked towards the split-haired youth—ignoring the people he had been speaking with—and swung it down upon his skull as hard as she could.

[b]“Shit! Behind you!”[/b] A female voice shot across the live house, but it was too little, too late.

Miyane didn't notice the muscled blonde marching towards them. Too busy fighting a tired frown, wondering when she could just leave with Daehyun already. Funny how fast the distinction between fans and bootlickers blurred for the idol these days. 

Whatever. As long as a fuss wasn't made.

She held the pen aloft. [color=6ecff6]"Where do you want me to--"[/color]

Then the fire extinguisher slammed down. Miyane flinched away with a scream.

Yuudai had been too slow to turn, and there was no resistance that could be offered even if he did. The sharp edge of the fire extinguisher cracked against the back of his head and the youth immediately fell over, his nose striking the ground with a crunch as he laid there, unmoving.

[i]Finish him[/i], roared the thoughts in Marina’s head, but before she could do so, Daehyun moved. Physical conditioning for his role had made him plenty strong, plenty fast, but there was something beyond that, sharp and instinctual. He grasped onto the fire extinguisher before it could be swung a second time, wrestling the blonde psychopath for it, as he shouted out, voice projected cleanly, clearly even in the sudden chaos, [b]“Someone call the police!”[/b]

Daehyun's pleas would not be met in the way he wanted, at least initially. Despite that, there was some silver-lining as another had closed in on Marina, far before everyone's cries of help. Thankfully, those cries for help had muffled the blistering response as a blonde boy dashed onto and across the stage. Nearing the duo, a garbage picker was deftly raised to the side, aimed directly at the side of her head. It didn't take a few seconds before the impromptu weapon flew towards Marina with a resounding whoosh.

Suddenly wrestling with Daehyun for control of the extinguisher, Marina knew that fighting for it was too time-consuming. She needed to finish the job. Rather than try to wrestle for it, Marina used to buy a moment of time. She pulled against Daehyun’s pull. With swift and sudden  movements, she stepped towards him. Suddenly, he was pulling against a great push. That wasn’t all. Marina’s step forward was awkward, stepped past him, and, to anyone untrained, seemed strange. In a fraction of a second, however, her heel had met with his Achilles tendon. It was a sweep. She didn’t need the fire extinguisher.

Crunch. Metal had collided with Marina’s cheek. It didn’t do anything. Besides a slight flinch, Marina’s head didn’t move. The hollow aluminum tube weighed less than a pound. It wouldn’t be able to stop Marina, let alone injure her. Not with that kind of blow. Marina ignored the second assailant. Instead, she lifted her leg over Yuudai’s skull.

Then she brought her heel down right onto where his spine and his skull met.

Well, that was just as effective as trying to cut someone with a plastic butter knife and it seemed Marc was a little more affected than the lady he just struck. He jolted briefly, but recovered twice as fast as the boy drew back the garbage picker and instead opted for getting in closer. Just as he saw the assailants leg was coming down onto the downed man, he countered by swiping his own leg at her own.

Daehyun fell over, a shock of pain running up his arm as his elbow collided against the hard ground. Smelled like spilled beer and shit. The distance was negligible, and the urgency was unreal. Even as some other blonde (why were there so many blondes) rushed in to help, he practically bounced off the floor, crashing into Marina. Her stomp struck the ground itself, and the two tumbled, rolled on the ground once more.

Oh god. Oh god, she was trying to kill this kid. Even through her panic and confusion, Miyane knew that wasn't right.

[color=6ecff6]"Help!"[/color] she cried. She scrambled to her feet and began to drag Yuudai away from the fight.

It was getting annoying. Real annoying. The other blonde’s sweep had struck high, only slightly shifting Marina’s leg. The man who tackled her did most of the work in saving Yuudai from Marina’s boot. Still, Marina couldn’t stop there. No, it was far too late to stop. With every bit of determination she could muster, she clenched her fist and launched it directly into the balls of the Daehyun. It would buy enough time for Marina to hastily run back to Yuudai, who was now being slowly dragged away by the woman he was talking to, and go for the throat. They couldn’t pull Marina off if she had her maw latched onto Yuudai’s jugular.

Daehyun's pained groan rung like a taunt and Miyane sucked in a gasp. On top of all that, this fucking [i]psychopath[/i] was about to jump the kid again. 

The woman's face was about knee level. Out of sheer reflex, the idol aimed a kick at her nose. Following her assault, the other bespectacled boy continued with his own, easily keeping up the pace with the rabid lady as she closed the distance. Before she could murder the man, the blonde took the opportunity to take a stab at the opposing womans side, as well as driving his foot into her stomach.

Daehyun could hardly breathe, could definitely not stand anymore, but he propelled himself forward as well, desperation and adrenaline in equal measure as a distinctly un-idol-like expression broke through his pale, sweating face, his shoulder driving into Marina's legs, trying to push her forward, trying to dislodge her from Yuudai's body.

But none of them would see the results of their actions.

An instant before their consecutive countermeasures could be made, the lights in the room suddenly shut off, plunging them all in pitch-black darkness.
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