Ryou’s heart froze when he heard Saki weep and moan for him not to die. He wanted to put in a vote of his own, something to change the tides… From what he’s seen, this is a tie… Was that for the better? Never… From the bottom of his heart, Ryou felt betrayal, but after that, he knew that it was justified. What he did, he can’t make up for it. They’re not going to let him. He reaches up and wipes Saki’s tears with his thumbs as he smiles down at her.
“Yuzuki… you were always so kind… I never deserved you. If there was one thing I learned, these people are good people.” He pried her off him, gently, patting her shoulder and kissing her one last time. “All of them.. I was in the wrong. Now it’s time for me to pay.”
He began to step back, further from her, keeping his distance. His chest heaved with what he was ready to confess. Ryou Shinjitsu found that they were going to kill him, and he was going to be celebrated in death. A scowl crossed his face.
“I try and try to plead with you all, and I wish to prove my innocence. But it’s useless with you. Brutal, all of you. But I don’t blame you, brutality is what’s required out there. You’ll survive… But you know what else will survive? Anarchy.” He followed the podiums, a look of despair crossing his face while he made his way to his own podium. Wait, why?
“My ideals were to create a fairer world. A world where the royals, nobles, the unwanted rulers of society step down while we create a free world. Though my methods were deemed unjust, my Reality rang true… My followers had a taste of a freedom they’ll never soon forget. In the blood of the innocents, I have brought out a new age that will spread throughout our country-- And maybe even our world. Reality will come back. A child who has seen cruelty first-hand, murder, mayhem, and the corruption of our world, and they will don my mask and we will see this happen again. I promise you that.”
His chest shook as he pressed in his own vote.
Ryou Shinitsu has voted for Ryou Shinjitsu as the Mastermind.
“... I pray that you believe me when I say… I’m sorry.”
A sly smile spread across his face, a look of nervous despair plastered on his face as he ran back towards the center..
“ Let’s get this show on the road!!”
RYOU SHINJITSU HAS BEEN VOTED THE MASTERMIND
Chains emerged from the darkness, gripping at his ankles and finally dragging the mastermind away for his final punishment. He clawed at the ground, desperately fighting, but eventually coming to a despairing stop, letting his body be dragged back against a tall brick wall. The bricks laid out graffitied and defaced horrid names to describe him: Liar! Monster! Reality was Wrong.
A nervous smile crossed the young man's face as he struggled to stand up against the chains around his ankles. Links rattled against one another as shadowy figures emerged all around him. They jerked and twitched, once the light fell on them they revealed to be simple machinations. Their rusted metal grinded on one another as their puppet-stringed bodies approached him. Ryou was finally going to get what he deserved.
Their hands reached for him, pulling at his hair, his face, his clothes. They grasped and pinched him, tearing away at him, destroying the face that led an entire nation. The mannequins held him up above the others, straining the links and keeping him in one place as they continued. His clothes tore, their metal claws also tearing into his skin. And all the while, only the nervous cackling can be heard from Ryou.
He jerked and fought against the chains, desperately clawed at the defacers for freedom, but he got none. They pushed him against the brick wall, plastering him there, the symbol of everything that was wrong with anarchy. There he stood, against the soft brick, bleeding, his face and body torn up, his clothes bearing large tears and gaps in the fabric. Is that all they got? Are they going to gut him now? His violet eyes sparkled as he continued to laugh at the mindless machines. Everything hurt, and he could barely bring himself to speak.
Below the Riot Leader sat coals and firewood, all gnarled at his chained feet. His eyes widened in horror as the machines poured a thick, warm liquid over him. He couldn't cry out, nor could he have fought back. The crumpled boy that was once Ryou Shinjitsu has become a symbol of everything he's ever wanted. Hatred, Anarchy. It was finally time for him to get what he deserved. The bodies crowded around him, continuing their onslaught. All that could be seen from their mob was a beautiful blazing light. The monument defaced, damaged, and finally destroyed.
RYOU SHINJITSU, SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL ORATOR RIOT LEADER, HAS BEEN EXECUTED.
