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Mondo felt numb. How else would you feel while staring at the body of a friend, a body you put there yourself? He still had the dumbbell in his hand, subconsciously, clenching it in his fist as he tried to wrap his mind around the scene in front of him. Chihiro was on the ground and they weren’t moving.
The biker looked down for a moment, and, upon seeing the deadly weapon, gave a shout and dropped it like it had burned him. He felt sick to his core, and the scent of iron suffocating him didn’t help either. ‘Oh god oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what am I gonna do?’
Mondo began to nervously pull at his hair, unable to look at the limp body of Chihiro but unable to leave them alone. Tears sprung in his eyes as he realized what he had to do. ‘I can’t kill anyone else’ he thought, justifying his actions by repeating the mantra until he had finished. Once the excruciating task of rearranging the locker rooms was complete, Mondo allowed himself to sit down and take in what had happened.
“Oh Chi, I’m so fuckin sorry, I never meant to do a goddamn thing to you. I don’t know what came over me, it’s just no fair-“ he inhaled shakily “Why do I always fuck up? God, I’m so damn stupid, now I’ve got the blood of 2 innocent people on my hands..”
Mondo couldn’t rip his eyes away from the hacker’s small form, even as tears flooded from his eyes, blurring his vision and the hideous scene before him. When the tears began to slow, he picked himself up and plodded to his room, duffel bags in hand, and the weight of the dumb bell on his soul.