GAME OVER
FUMIKA MIZUNO HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY
COMMENCING EXECUTION
Fumika’s head was fuzzy, and her vision was blurry. She couldn’t tell where she was, and as she looked around, a bright light filled her vision. Putting a hand to her head, she squinted, trying to find a way to see clearly. There was a deafening roar… one she recognized very well. It was the sound of a crowd, whooping and roaring loudly. Slowly her vision returned to her, and she could tell where she was: a colossal big top. She stood in a cage, and ran up to the bars, putting her hands on them. What was going on?
C-Could they see her? No. She felt it on her head, the mask she’d always worn during her performances. No one could see her face, thank god. Her makeshift rabbit mask, while somewhat odd looking, had brought her troupe attention, even though she didn’t want much of it. It had also served to hide her identity to the world. As far as they were concerned, she was just “Diana.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, welcome to Monobear’s Freak Show!” Fumika frowned. Freak show? Was he talking about her? She could feel the crowd’s eyes poring into her, looking and wondering just what was wrong with this girl. What sort of hideous face was hidden underneath that mask? Fumika began to sweat. She wasn’t concerned with dying. She welcomed it. Since she’d killed… her troupe would be safe. At least she hoped so.
“Underneath her mask is the most monstrous face possible, but I’ll leave that to your imaginations. We all call this little rabbit Diana.” It was clear now where the voice was coming from. There was a Monobear dressed in a ringmaster’s outfit standing next to her cage. As the crowd watched her, she began to feel her skin crawl. This was different from her normal performances… she could feel every single set of eyes individually mocking her, like the freak she was. She winced. “It’s not that smart, either. It’s not even really that good for anything besides the show! Let’s all take a moment to laugh at this pitiful creature, who strayed too far from its old home!” A loud bang went off behind her, and she flinched. The crowd laughed at her, and she found herself sweating more. She couldn’t stand being held on display to be laughed at, like some sort of exhibit. She had to get control of this situation and the crowd…
“Why don’t you all come down here! Diana, you know, is also the Roman deity of the hunt! And we’re always one for audience participation, so let’s play a little game with our star exhibit.” Fumika snapped around as the cage she was in was opened, and found a pair of monobears walking towards her. Grabbing her from the arms, they began dragging her out as she kicked and screamed. They carried her to the center of the stadium, where a massive target had been set up, with a set of shackles on it.
She was placed on the wheel, her arms and legs spread out. A line had already been set up, and Fumika would see what was going on. The Mono-ringmaster handed a bow to the first person in line, followed by an arrow. “Your goal,” the bear said, “is to hit that thing with the arrow.”
The first arrow whizzed towards her, and pinned itself right next to her ear, vibrating.
The second arrow lodged itself in her arm. The third, her ankle. One after one the barrage of arrows continued to strike her, turning her into a veritable pin cushion. Fumika didn’t protest, and did her best to avoid reacting. So this was how she’d die? Some sort of monster on display for a game? She frowned. She was prepared to die… but this method wasn’t what she wanted. It didn’t matter though.
No one kept track of when Diana’s head slumped over, or when exactly she’d stopped moving at all. By the time the last arrow was shot, the board had been filled with arrows, as people began to file out of the tent, leaving the pierced body where it was.
Fumika Mizuno, the Super High School Level Ringmistress, is dead.