Sword Art Online 5: Phantom Bullet by Reki Kawahara and abec

Author:Reki Kawahara and abec [Kawahara, Reki / abec]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2017-06-27T00:00:00+00:00

“Aaaahh!!”

The shrill cry ripped its way out of her throat. Shino continued to stare at the Procyon SL in her hands. The skin from the backs of her hands to the bits between her fingers was slick and dripping with blood. She blinked several times, but it did not disappear. Drip, drip, drip, the viscous fluid fell to her feet.

Suddenly, liquid burst out of both her eyes. Her vision clouded and swam, covering the black shine of the model gun.

Within the darkness, she saw his face.

The third bullet erupted from the gun and toward his face. Even after hitting him, the mark was surprisingly small, like a little bruise. But immediately after that, a red mist burst from the back of his head. The expression and life disappeared from his face.

Somehow, just his left eye moved, that bottomless hole of a pupil staring at Shino.

Right into her eyes.

“Ah…ah…”

Her tongue covered the back of her throat, blocking her breath. As if from a distance, she felt her stomach contract violently.

Shino gritted her teeth and summoned every ounce of her concentration to throw the Procyon to the ground, then rushed toward the kitchen on unsteady feet and scrabbled at the knob to the bathroom, her palm slick with sweat.

As soon as she’d lifted the toilet lid and bent over, hot bile surged up from her stomach. She tensed and clutched, vomiting over and over until it felt like everything in her body had been expelled.

When her stomach had finally stopped contracting, Shino was completely exhausted. She lifted her left hand and hit the flush knob. With great difficulty, she got to her feet, removed her glasses, and scrubbed her hands and face over and over with the bitingly cold water from the sink.

She finished by rinsing out her mouth and drying her face with a clean towel from the cabinet. Her mental faculties were completely shut down.

With tottering footsteps, she returned to her room.

Doing her best not to look at it directly, she used the towel to cover up the model gun on the floor, then picked it up within the fabric and quickly hurled it back into the rear of the desk drawer. Once the drawer had snapped cleanly shut, she flopped face-first onto the bed, mentally and physically spent.

The droplets of water from her wet hair mingled with the tears on her cheeks and stained her blanket. Eventually she realized that she was muttering the same things over and over in a tiny voice.

“Help me…someone…help me…help me…someone…”

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