"Fuck!" Guy said as he shimmied over to a wall and pressed his back against it. He could hear the noise getting louder and louder as if the noise was coming towards them. His curiosity was starting to get the best of him and he knew he shouldn't head down that corridor and investigate the noise alone. But all of his reasoning was drowned out by his boyish fascination. He was really hurt but he didn't want to stick around with his new friends.<br/><br/>Something inside him told him he should've never sneaked out of his house and went to school but he really didn't have many options. He notice everyone heading one direction; ignoring the scrapping noise coming from the other direction. Katura wheeled passed him sort of ignoring more preoccupied with the discovery she had found.<br/><br/><i>Great</i>, he thought rather sarcastically,<i>maybe this is my chance to separate from the rest of the group and rough it on my own. I've watched enough horror movies to know that staying with the group ain't the best thing to do. But. . . </i>His thoughts broke for an instant. An unsettling pause had penetrated deep inside himself and laid their when his came to a realization.<i>This isn't a horror movie, this isn't a game, this is really happening!</i><br/><br/>Either way he wasn't going to sit around and follow the crowd. He rose for the ground and as quickly with all the strength he could mustered decided to head towards the noise instead. Occasionally he would lose balance and use the wall for leverage but the more he limp the better his foot started to feel until he would soon forget about the pain being there. He stopped in front of a classroom where the noise was the loudest and peered into the slightly opened door.<br/><br/>Sitting in the front of the classroom was a samurai dressed in this golden trimmed armor and a twisted demonic mask was sharping his sword on a archaic stone wheel sharpening device.  It was foot powered and the wheel turned as you pressed on the pedal. Sparks flew into the air as the Colossal Samurai took his time to make the blade as fine as possible. In the middle of the Samurai's chest was a red flame burning visibly and vividly.<br/><br/>When the Samurai had finished his task he rose from his stool and walk to the middle of the classroom. Guy shifted his positioning slowly in order to get a better look at what was happening. Hanging from the middle of the classroom, bound by rope around his wrist, was boy with a school uniform Guy didn't recognize. The boy pleaded with the Samurai crying profusely as he did, "No. Don't. Please let me go! Please!" The Samurai pull the sword upwards and gripped it with both hand like a baseball bat.<br/><br/>"アップ 打者 ! (Batter up)" The samurai said in a gruff monotone voice as he pulled the sword back and swung with all his might at the midsection of the frighten high school boy. The sword went all the way though the boy's body and disassembled everything from his lower half from his torso. The boy's gut spilled all over the floor in a waterfall of blood. The Samurai then swung the blade and slice through the boy's wrist cause the rest of the body to collapse on the ground. Guys look stunned at what was taking place in front of him.