Muroko woke up. 5:30 am. She sat up, drenched in cold sweat. Shivering and shaking. It was the same nightmare.
A black and white bear was laughing. This piercing feeling went through her, the pain not yet there. She looked down, the shock causing her to twitch. Hot pink blood rain out of her mouth and the many stab wounds in her stomach. Blood pouring down her pale legs. Her breathing was horse as the dream, which felt more like a memory, and everything went black...
Muroko's breathing was hitched as she clutched her chest. "Why does it feel like a memory?" She whispered breathily as she looked at her hands. She was alive. Shaken up, but alive. She sighed and pushed her dark bangs back. "That. That was real." She shuttered
Junko stirred in her sleep
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Muroko Ikusaba Mastermind
FanfictionWhat would happen if Muroko killed Junko instead? And won. The spine tingling despair will bring a frown to your face. Pu hu hu hu~!
