Notes

Everything went right.

Each trap she set was triggered. Pitfalls were made, poison arrows were shot, and increasingly erratic corridors were formed. Walls would disappear at random and there never seemed to be a sense of direction no matter where one went- creating the perfect feeling that she wanted.

... But, Luca wasn't done yet.

With her "classmates" still asleep, the imposter exited the center most building within the maze with her keycard. With a swipe of the card, it returned to normal.

Of course, her disguise wasn't on yet though. She still wore a t-shirt that was splattered with stains and shorts, her recently dyed pink colored hair ruffled and out of it's pristine condition as if she had just gotten out of bed. The only thing she wore was her boots- and although she wobbled from side to side as she walked down towards where she was supposed to go.

Even before she spotted the other, she could smell the blood. The sickly metallic scent seemed to be agonizing, the spray of magenta colored blood being spotted before she got in full view.

And then, she saw her- curled up into a fetal position and laying face down in a pool of her own blood, her former best friend laid. Bubbles emerged from the substance as the tips of her fingers slightly twitched, her outfit being covered in blood and tears. Her ginger hair- which once shone with beauty- was now unrecognizable, undone and stained.

Ah, just her luck. Poor little Felicity would've drowned in her own blood if she waited any longer then she already had, and she wouldn't have gotten the satisfaction she wanted in the end- one last confrontation. She was at least deserving of that.

Luca grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head out of the blood. Her face was unrecognizable- stained with a mixture of blood and other liquids, she watched as the girl immediately begin to choke. Once recovering, she focused her grey colored eyes- a mixture of confusion and pain still flooded through their glassy depths, tears running down her cheeks. It took her a few moments to even say anything, the difficulty of it being obvious.

"Lu...Ca?" Her voice was filled with weariness as she stared down her best friend- no longer the same one that held one of hatred, anger just a few hours prior. "It... Hurts s'much... Wha'did I do?"

The Student Council President's voice had lowered to a soft whisper as she murmured those words- and instead of sympathy for her pain, a coil of anger was felt deep in Luca's gut. She wanted to slam her head down on the floor until it cracked open like an egg, stomp on her worthless body until it was nothing but a pile of unidentifiable gore... She'd complete the job, unlike Junko Enoshima. She'd make her, and every one of them, suffer.

"...I... wan' my mom..." The girl mumbled, barely showing much of a reaction as the girl yanked on her hair harshly as she dragged her away- to the chute. It'd keep her alive for a bit more- a week at most, prolonging her suffering. It was what she deserved. It was what she needed.

And a fresh body, even if unrecognizable, would be a nice way to fuel despair.