Floyd's eyes remained fixated on the television, coated in absolute horror. He could immediately recognize the symptoms following the drug — this is because he made it. How is this possible? Rika was the only one that had access to it, and Rika — .. Rika.
"How unfortunate," Akiyama muttered from across the room. He stiffened starts the sound of her voice, tears filling his eyes instinctively. "That is your school, is it not?" She questioned. Floyd could hear her footsteps as she approached, until her shadow was in his eyesight. "M- .. Mhm," he answered, nodding slowly. She quieted briefly, before stepping away once more. "I see," she finally said. "Well, I should be going now. Are you good on your own?" She asked. "There is a murderer on the loose now." He could feel his stomach churn, before slowly nodding. With that, she left.
For a while, he sat in silence, until finally letting out a shaky breath and standing to return to his room. However, once he pushed the door in, he found the last person he wanted to see.
"Hi, Floyd!〜" Rika chimed, his bag of medical supplies in one hand. "Wh.. What are you doing here!?" He yelled. She pointed to the open window behind her. "You should consider getting that fixed, y'know."
His breathing grew heavier, before he finally swallowed his fear and stepped inside the room. "Y- You.. You killed him! You're a murderer!" She blinked. 'Should've figured he'd be able to guess pretty easily, it was his drug after all. "Yeah, but you don't know that," she giggled, giving him a playful wink. He seemed taken aback — how was she so casual about it? Murder. MURDER. "Wh.. n- no, this isn't a game! Y- You killed him! That's.. illegal!" He screamed. "Keep it down," she growled, eyes quickly narrowing. "You don't tell anyone, 'you hear? And, I need more of that shit, got it?" This felt like some kind of cruel dream. He had wondered why someone considered 'cool,' would've talked to him, of course there was a catch! But.. murder?
"N- No..! You can't have more, and- I- I cant just keep this a secret," he responded. She sighed, "Fine. I didn't want to do this, but.. fine." With that, she quickly reached into her pocket, pulling a small object out and lunging at him.
Floyd's eyes widened, and he quickly dove out of the way, screaming. She didn't hesitate to turn around and attack again, swinging the weapon. This time, he barely avoided a hit, yelping in fear once again. His eyes darted around to see what was nearby that could be used in his defense. The closest thing was a syringe of a chemical he had been working on, but.. not finalized. He quickly grabbed it, just before she shoved him against a wall, a satisfied smirk on her face. It wasn't until now that he realized what she was attacking him with — a box cutter? She was going to kill him with a box cutter!? Yikes, yikes.
"Finally; you're a pesky one, huh," she spoke. "It sucks too. I thought what we had was special .. but, it-" she was cut off when he jabbed her with the syringe, instantly injecting a good half of it before Rika jumped back.
"What is that? What did you do!?" She asked, staring at her arm nervously. "Y- You— you were going to k- kill me..!" He yelled back, trembling. He slid down the wall, running his fingers through his hair in a panic. "I'm s- sorry, I'm sorry..!"
Rika's eyes narrowed, and she spun her box cutter, stepping towards him again. "Y.. You bitch! I'll kill you, I'll tear your v-" she started screamed, before stumbling. "v-.. veins.. out of.." she tried to finish, before collapsing on the ground.
When she awoke, her right wrist was handcuffed to a pole. The room was dark and cold enough that she was convinced it was a jail cell, until she noticed Floyd standing in front of her, a good three feet away. "G-..Good, I was worried you'd die.." he whispered. Her head hurt, and she was still half awake, but that still caught her attention. "What was it supposed to do?" She asked. ".. I don't want to talk about it," he responded quietly. "It doesn't matter. You're alive, a- and you can speak..! Do you feel like you have control over yourself?" It was a strange question, one she didn't quite understand. Control over herself? "Uh, yeah," she said, tugging on her cuffed arm. "Good," he replied.
"Why?" She asked. Floyd paused, then slowly sighed. It was only fair that he explained, since she was injected with it. "That drug. It was a test on something, but the side effects.. were troublesome," he explained. "B- But, it's okay..! Because there's a cure," after this, Floyd held up another syringe, a pale blue liquid inside. "I already gave you one dosage."
She didn't know what to make of this— side effects? Why didn't he just kill her, or.. y'know, turn her in? Surely he would have — unless there was something illegal about this drug, and that would raise even more questions.
"F- Fine, whatever, just.. unhand-cuff me," she demanded. He paused. "What? N- No, you tried to kill me!" He responded. "That was before you injected me with.. whatever that was." Okay, she does have somewhat of a point there. But, it was still dangerous, yeah? She's.. a murderer. "Y- You can't hurt me." "And, you can't tell anyone about the murders," she responded. Murder..s? Plural? "I though there was only one murder?" "Right now, sure — I don't intend on stopping." His breath caught in his throat, but she spoke again before he could. "And, you don't intend on stopping me! Unless you want whatever this drug is to be publicly released!"
Yikes, blackmail? Not cool. This was a tough situation. Tough or not, he couldn't let it be public. He knew that. After a moment or two of staring at her nervously, he unlocked the cuff, pulling it open. Rika was quick to pull out, hand twitching when she did. Her hand followed her neck, and she inhaled hard. "So, we've got a deal, twink?" She asked. He silently offered her a hand up, in which she took, then the two shook on it. "T.. Take this before you leave. If you start to feel or weird, take it. Come back f.. for more," he said. She eyed him, before nodding. "Got it. See 'ya around," she chimed, before taking her leave.
He stared off into the distance as she left, his body still excessively trembling. No one could know he was involved with either of these things. He'd have to make sure if that.
