Fucking Psychopath

The last remaining doctor - Mitsubishi, managed to hide.

The fear of losing his life as his colleagues got the best of him. He was all shaking...
'Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!'  he repeated in panic.

Suddenly he heard Hideaki's mad voice, which carried a sick glee in it. "Where aaaare youuuu????? Come out to me so I can slaughter you like a butcher's pig! Ehehehe-hehe!!!!"

Mitsubishi was in a bind. If he poked his head out of his hiding place, it wouldn't be for too long before he would lose it...

'That fucking psychopath would kill me right away if I would left my hiding place! What the hell am I supposed to do!?'

But then, doctor Yuki's words were remembered to him...

'He's an escaped criminal..... He doesn't want to be in jail again... I need to call the police!'

Suddenly, Hideaki's unhinged voice reverberated through the walls, a distorted and chilling echo that seemed to crawl into every corner of the room.

The sharp, grating screech of his blood-forged weapon dragging against the floor pierced the air, a sound that lingered like nails on glass, as the scarlet liquid pooled beside him in slow, deliberate streams.

"Where are you, little rat? Come out... come out from your hole... so I can slowly rip you apart! Heheh-ehe-" He paused, holding his bloody scythe that were all covered in blood "Or maybe... I'll just make it quick. Whichever feels better!"

"That's not a m-man... that's a d-demon in human s-skin. E-every word he speaks is poison, every m-movement a m-massacre. How could s-something like that ever w-walk among us, p-pretending to be o-one of us?"

The doctor whispered and in that moment, with his shaking hands, he quickly dialed the law enforcement, hoping for their intervention.

It was only a matter of time until they arrived to apprehend Hideaki.

***

Seiji sat quietly in the hospital waiting room, his eyes scanning over the mundane hospital brochures on the table.

It wasn't long before the air in the room shifted; the subtle sounds of hurried footsteps and a distant murmur of voices heightened his awareness.

He glanced up from the brochure and saw the growing commotion outside in the hallway. His curiosity piqued, and his analytical mind quickly pieced the puzzle together.

'Something's happened.'

Without hesitation, Seiji rose from his seat.

He slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

The hospital staff were hurriedly moving about, their faces tense and filled with purpose.

He could tell they were responding to a threat-something serious.

As he stepped out into the corridor, his steps slowed.

He noticed the heavy presence of police officers gathering near the hospital's entrances.

They had already set up a perimeter. It was a typical response to a situation where containment was critical, and Seiji knew that whatever was going on, Hideaki was likely at the center of it.

"What did this idiot do now?" Seiji muttered under his breath, his tone a mix of curiosity and mild disdain.

He turned around and took a few more steps forward, toward the scene, when a voice interrupted him.

One of the police officers stationed near the entrance held up his hand to stop Seiji in his tracks.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go further into the hospital," the officer said, his expression firm and no-nonsense.

Seiji raised an eyebrow, maintaining his composure. He regarded the officer with a calm, yet slightly amused look, as if this minor obstacle was more an inconvenience than anything else.

"Why? I need to visit a friend," he replied, his tone clipped and direct, not wasting energy on unnecessary words.

His eyes scanned the officer's face, taking note of the tense posture, but not moving a muscle himself.

The officer's stance remained firm. "I apologize, but none of the civilians can enter the area. We've received reports of a dangerous serial killer inside the building. We're in the process of evacuating hospital personnel and patients. You'll need to go back to the waiting room, sir."

Seiji frowned ever so slightly.

'Of course, Hideaki.'

The thought occurred to him with a cold, detached clarity.

Seiji thought. His fingers tightened briefly in his pockets, a sign of restrained frustration. He turned to head back to the waiting area, when the loudspeaker suddenly crackled to life, echoing through the hospital's sterile halls.

The voice that followed was clear and calm, in sharp contrast to the chaos brewing outside.

"To all esteemed hospital staff and patients,"

the voice began, resonating.

"We regret to inform you of an urgent situation. There is currently a safety concern within the hospital premises. We have received reports of a dangerous individual present within the building."
"For the safety of all staff and patients, we kindly ask that you commence evacuation immediately. When evacuating, please use designated safe routes and assist each other as necessary."

Seiji could hear the faint rustling of people moving in the waiting room behind him. The announcement continued, but Seiji's mind was elsewhere, calculating.

He understood the necessity of evacuations, but in this situation, it was clear there was no guarantee of safety.

It was only a matter of time before the situation turned into something far worse than anyone could anticipate.

'Hideaki fucked up something down there... Most probably, knowing him, he attempted to kill someone...'

Seiji felt the familiar weight of responsibility settle in his chest. This wasn't a situation he could simply watch from the sidelines.

'I need to think how to get him out from here, before the police finds him... Fast.'

He turned back to the officer and the scene in front of him, his face shadowed by the cold, analytical expression.

---

[Hospital — Basement. After the massacre]

Water dripped from the ceiling. The lightbulbs flickered irregularly, casting long, broken shadows on the walls.

Kisaragi descended the stairs quietly, step by step, a flashlight in one hand, the other steadying herself against the wall. She had no orders — only a gut feeling. And a few images that wouldn't leave her mind.

When she reached the bottom, the smell hit her — iron, sweat, blood, something animalistic. It took a moment before she saw the first doctor's body. Then the second.

But she didn't scream. She didn't move. She stood still, eyes locked on the blood-soaked room. As if trying to memorize every detail before someone's boots or carelessness erased it all.

At that same moment, Hideaki was reaching for the ventilation grate. Half of his body was already inside, his hands shaking from exhaustion and adrenaline. That's when he heard it.

A step.

Then another. The echo hit the concrete like a hammer.

He froze. Slowly, very slowly, he backed out. Turned around.

She was standing there. In the shadows. Her flashlight dipped slightly, so the beam hit his face.

Hideaki squinted his eyes from the persistent, sharp white light.

Kisaragi's expression was unreadable. Only her eyes looked at him with unsettling intensity.

For several seconds — silence.

Then her voice. Calm. Too calm.

"You're not surprised."

Hideaki didn't answer. He was breathing heavily, stained with blood and dust, his pupils wide with alertness.

"I saw your bloody drawings," she said softly. "The ones on the forheads of your victims. The ones carved into the human's skin. Do you know what that says about you?"

Silence.

"That despite all your chaos, you want to be seen. That you don't kill just because you want to, or because you have to. You're... communicating."

Something flickered in his eyes — "Shut u-up.."

He took a step toward her. She didn't move an inch.

"If I shoot you now, your story ends," she said quietly. "But if I don't — I can get to know you. Your motivations. Your broken mind. But in reality? I think I started to see a true side of you. Not as a monster. As a human being."

Hideaki tilted his head slightly. Something like a smile — crooked, manic, painful — flickered across his face.

His eyes widened, pupils shrinking to pinpricks — yet somehow more intense than ever — as he stared at her... Then:

"DIE!!!" he shouted.

And then... he lunged.

---

There was no gunshot. She didn't make it in time. Everything happened too fast.

Moments later, she was on the ground. Her hand twitched. She tried to say something — maybe not to him, but to herself.

The blood was pooling around her.

Hideaki stared at her for a few seconds. Silent. Wordless. Then, a wide, deranged grin spread across his face.

"You wanted to kill me... Hehe-he... Looks like the roles got a little reversed... Officer, Khehe-hehehehe!" He cackled — the sound sharp, erratic, completely unhinged.

He dropped the bloody weapon he used to kill. It melted instantly, making the cold floor and the clothes of Kisaragi red.

Then he turned and disappeared into the ventilation shaft.

Behind him, he left silence.

And an unfinished trail.

---

Seiji stood near the designated evacuation point, his mind racing despite his outward calm.

The hospital was eerily quiet now, save for the low murmur of nervous voices as people clustered together in the open area.

Seiji's gaze flicked back toward the building, frustration simmering just beneath his composed exterior.

'I tried to reason with them,'

he thought bitterly, recalling his futile attempts to convince the officers to let him in.

He'd explained everything logically, laid out his case as clearly as possible, but they'd refused, ordering him to stay outside with the rest of the civilians.

'What the hell am I supposed to do standing here while things get worse in there?'

His logical mind was already calculating the best way to manage this situation - how to get Hideaki out, how to minimize the damage, how to avoid police suspicion - but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he was powerless at this very moment.

His phone vibrated, a faint distraction, but he ignored it.

'There's nothing I can do until the evacuation is complete. Fuck.'

>>>

As the officers moved deeper into the lab, their faces twisted with shock and horror.

"What the hell happened here?" one of them muttered, his voice shaky.

"Probably the serial killer the doctor mentioned..." another officer said, his tone tight with unease.

One officer froze, spotting the bodies strewn across the room. "Guys... I... I think they're all dead."

The room was a gruesome scene. Blood pooled in unnatural patterns, and lifeless, gutted out and dismembered bodies lay everywhere.

Then one of officers came closer to only female body that laid there. But as he took a closer look, he caught his breath in shock.

"Is that... K-Kisaragi-san???"

Hideaki, meanwhile, was in the air vent, crawling toward an escape route.

As he crawled, he exhaled deeply, a smirk forming on his lips.

'Good thing I grabbed those magic restorer syringes they left on that table,'

he thought, feeling the faint rush of his magic stabilizing.

'These bastards wanted to milk me for my magic over and over! Tch. Like hell I'd let that happen.'

Then he remembered the woman that caught him just in the last seconds.

'Who was she? For sure she was from cops but... Why was she all alone?' he pondered, but then he clicked his tongue 'Tch- She is dead anyways...'

---

The officers continued their search, collecting evidence from the scene. The body of one doctor lay near a machine to which Hideaki had been previously connected. Blood coated the floor, and a strange set of bite marks marred the doctor's neck.

"Jesus," one officer whispered, scanning the room. "This is a fucking mess."

Another officer grimaced, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I've never seen so much blood... And those bite marks - could they be from the killer?"

"It's possible," the first officer agreed, photographing the scene. "Let's get everything documented and sent to the lab."

As they investigated further, one officer called out from the corner of the room, "Hey, over here. I think we found something."

They gathered around a machine, its power dead. A severed cable dangled from it.

"Shit, no power... We're not getting any data from this," one of the officers grumbled.

"Not exactly," said another. "The hardware's intact. We just need to extract the data manually."

"Good call," the officer nodded, and they moved quickly to recover the information.

While this happened, one officer stared at the room, his mind racing. "What if... the guy we're looking for months is the one who did this?"

"You mean Hideaki Miyahara?" another officer scoffed. "Doubt it."

"How the hell would he have gotten in here in the first place?" another officer added.

"I'm sure there's got to be a way. An accident? He was searched by Nakamura's team during that typhoon. Maybe someone found him injured? He was shown on TV. So most probably someone recognized him, but didn't want to be involved in with the police and just.. left him here?"

"But this is private hospital. If someone did that, it must have been a person with a lot of cash with him."

"Hmm... true..."

Then another officer took a voice "Tons of blood, bodies everywhere, and K-Kisaragi-san..."

"But no weapon," one interrupted. "And he's known for using a knife."

"True. But remember, he has that blood control Magic Ability. Maybe he-" The officer was cut off as he stumbled across something: a container holding traces of magic.

"What the hell is this..."

Other officer took it and looked closer at it.
"They were storing magic fluid in here," he said, frowning.

The others joined him, noticing the loose cables stained with blood.

"Shit..." one of the officers muttered. "What the hell did we get ourselves into?"

>>>

Hideaki slipped out of the air vent.

Seiji scanned the area for some way of getting into the hospital - And just then, in that quick glance exchange, they both saw each other.

Yet before Seiji could utter a word, Hideaki swiftly dashed away.

"Dammit!" Seiji muttered to himself, as he took off after his roommate.

He spotted Hideaki ahead, his blood-soaked appearance making him stand out against the backdrop of Tokyo's dimly lit night streets.

"Hideaki!" Seiji called, but his voice was met with the sound of hurried footsteps fading into the distance.

"Tch!" Hideaki hissed. He closed his eyes, and accelerated his run, even though he was tired as hell. His breathing was ragged, sometimes feeling as he was going to loose the air in his lungs, but he forced himself to keep running.

Seiji kept up the chase, running alongside the alleys, his mind analyzing his next move. He had to reason with him, keep things calm, but Hideaki was making that difficult by running like a madman.

Suddenly, Hideaki darted into an old, abandoned factory.

Seiji hesitated for a moment, but he followed.

The heavy doors shut behind him with an echo, the space ahead cloaked in darkness. Seiji pulled out his phone and used its light to search the dim interior.

"Hideaki..." he called softly, trying to make out any shape in the murky shadows. His voice was controlled, no anger - just concern. 

"Come on. This isn't going to help you." His voice raised.

There was no answer. The only sound was the distant creak of a shelf. Seiji cautiously approached the shelf where he heard movement.

"Come out. It's me." He hesitated, hoping for a response. "I just want to know what happened."

Silence.

The shelf shifted again, and Seiji's nerves tightened.

He quickly shone his phone light toward the source of the noise.

A rat scurried across the floor, disappearing into the shadows.

Seiji exhaled quietly, momentarily relieved.

His hand tightened around his phone, and he called again, "Come out." his tone calm, logical.

Suddenly, a voice, hoarse accompanimented with heavy breathing, came from behind the shelves. "Come out?? To let t-them catch me?"

Seiji's eyes narrowed, a flash of relief crossing his face. At least Hideaki was still coherent.

'I thought he'd be insane. But it looks like he's holding it together - barely.'

"They won't catch you. I'll make sure of it."

Hideaki didn't answer. He inhaled heavily through his nose. Air that was dusty and old.

There was a long pause before Hideaki spoke again, his voice tight with frustration. "Tch. So what, you're here to lecture me, now?"

"No," Seiji replied flatly, stepping closer. "I'm here because I came to pick you up from hospital. But the police didn't let me in. Even though I asked them many times."

'He tried so desperately to get to me?'  Hideaki thought taken aback, but then, he blurted out defensively, "Hah! You're probably j-just saying this to bribe me for s-something... So sh-shut up!" his voice shook with a mixture of uncertianity, anger and fear.

"I'm not." Seiji replied firmly, but then added "And for the record, if I'd tried to bribe you I would do this in completly different way. But now... Tell me. You did something in there, huh?"

"Tch!" Hideaki hissed, and with a moment of hestiance, he said, "I j-just had to get out of there," he muttered, his tone defensive. He inhaled the air from exhaustion.

Seiji crossed his arms, his gaze narrowing. "Why."

"Nothing you should know!" Hideaki snapped.

"Why?" Seiji repeated.

"Because... because NO!" Hideaki was almost yelling now. He looked around, as if searching for some escape,

'F-fuck... It's so dark! I can't see a way out! Damn!!'  His eyes narrowed, but he felt a fear forming up inside him.

Seiji sighed, a trace of frustration creeping into his otherwise calm voice. "Hideaki, shutting yourself from others only will drive you into deeper problems."

"But I-I don't want to tell you!" Hideaki roared, his voice breaking as he clenched his fists.

"And I don't care." Seiji stepped closer. "You need to stop running, Hideaki. You need to stop bottling everything up and lashing it out on others."

The tone of voice of Seiji echoed in Hideaki's mind, the firm and believable tone.

Hideaki closed tightly his eyes, brows narrowed with frustration.

It took a few moments before Hideaki opened his eyes again and then, slowly, stepped out from behind the shelf.

Seiji's eyes noticed him. He shone with his flashlight right at Hideaki, but as he saw him, his eyes widened in shock - the bloodstains on Hideaki's gown, the sheer violence that radiated from his appearance - it was like something out of a nightmare.

Hideaki's red eyes met Seiji's cool-blue ones. He didn't have now much choice, but to spill it out...

"I..." He started. The paused, looked at his side and exhaled heavily "I killed them..." Hideaki muttered, almost shaking with suppressed rage.

Seiji's breath hitched. "W-What?"

"I killed them all!" Hideaki spat. "You wanted me to stop bottling up everything inside me, so there you go!"

Seiji's heart raced as disbelief washed over him. "You killed... the hospital staff?! How... How could you!? Those people tried to help you!"

Hideaki gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with frustration. "I needed to free myself! To protect myself!"

Seiji's expression hardened, "You killed people to protect yourself?"

"Yes!" Hideaki shouted, his voice cracked, echoing in the empty factory. "They would've taken everything from me!"

Seiji's mind raced, trying to reconcile the Hideaki he knew with the monster before him.

"They plunged me to some weird shit! I needed to free myself from there, you idiot!" Hideaki continued.

"Plunged you? What the hell are you talking about?"

"They made me unconscious, grabbed me to some basement and began to drain my magic from me!"

Seiji's expression didn't waver, but there was a calculating coldness in his voice now, cutting straight to the point.

"They were draining your magic? Are you hearing yourself?" he repeated, his tone sharp. "It just sounds insane! Hospitals are far too regulated, their reputations too fragile for something as reckless as draining magic." he run a hand through his hair and sighed resigned

"But at the end, killing people who just try to do their job was your only option to regulate your twisted emotions?"

His gaze locked onto Hideaki, not letting the tension in the air distract him.

"No strategy. No plan. Just mindless violence, again." he continued, each word clipped and direct. "And now you want to act like that excuses everything?"

"I needed to kill those psychos before they killed me!" Hideaki shot back.

Seiji exhaled, his eyes narrowing further. "The only psycho here is you, Hideaki."

Hideaki flinched, visibly agitated. "Huh!?"

The absurdity of the situation hung in the air for Seiji.

"Killing them for sure wasn't the solution. But of course... that's what you always go for, isn't it? Violence. Blood. Every chance you get."

Seiji's tone shifted, colder, more analytical.

"Maybe, just maybe I'll hear about this on the news tomorrow, if there is any seed of truth in your talking - a massacre in a hospital. And then what. They'll investigate, and it'll lead back to you. I can probably come up with something to keep you hidden, but for what? You'll just find another reason to kill."

He paused, letting the implications hang.

"First it was Pixie. Then these people on street. Now doctors. Who's next? Ken? Rika?" his voice cracked.

Hideaki stand still, fists clenched, the weight of Seiji's words pressing in. The frustration was clear on his face, but Seiji didn't let up.

"I don't know what's wrong with you," Seiji continued, voice unflinching, "but maybe a psychiatric hospital would've been the best place for you a long time ago - for your sake, and for the innocent people you've left in your wake. Tell me, how can someone be as fucked up as you!?"

Hideaki snapped, slamming his fist against the cabinet, causing the shelves to shake. "Tch- Shut the fuck up..." he muttered under his breath.

The bottles on the shelves began to fall, shattering on the ground, but Hideaki seized the opportunity. He dashed for the exit, but before he could escape, Seiji grabbed him by the hospital gown, his grip firm.

"You're not getting away this time," Seiji said, voice low but resolute.

But in the midst of their struggle, one of the falling bottles shattered near them with a sharp crack. In an instant, they were engulfed by a burst of magic and vanished without a trace.

The cabinet collapsed, leaving the factory empty once again.