"There are stories about the black ball all over the internet if you look hard enough. Gantz let's that slide for some reason. He doesn't kill you for putting information there. Maybe because nobody believes anything they see there. Stories about the ball, and missions just like these are seen all over the net in every country worldwide. Plus the medias begun to take notice of the damage the missions cause. They never find any bodies or anything, but the destruction to property is enough to draw their attention. Sooner or later they're going to find out about this whole thing."
Haru exited the apartment and sprang high into the air, soaring out of sight.
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O.O.C: Since the next mission begins in two days, im gonna wrap this thread up now.
Your lives have ended.
Early into the morning, the road was still packed with cop cars and ambulances. Trucks had arrived to remove the truck and bus wreckage. Curiously enough, the driver of the gas truck was missing from the driver's seat. There wasn't even a body. In addition to this, one of the passengers on the bus, a teen in a hooded jacket who had been recorded on the bus cameras, could not be accounted for either. Both of them had simply disapeared into thin air.
How you live your new lives is entirely up to me.
It was all over the news the next morning. Strange noises in the night. Craters in the road throughout the neighborhood. Similar incidents were reported worldwide. The work of bombers? Some sort of vicious prank?
In a run down part of the city, a boy dressed in a ragged white shirt and jeans lay asleep on a green park bench. The collar of a black suit peeked out from beneath the shirt.
In another part of the city, another boy with tidy hair dressed in a neat, dark blue school uniform sat bored in a desk at the back of a classroom.
These two boys were absolutely identical. And both went by the name Haru Matsumoto.
That's the theory, anyways.
Men in untidy business suits, wielding katanas and wearing sunglasses were escorting a group of assorted people down a dark ally. The people had mezmorized looks on their faces. They followed these men simply because a voice in their head compelled them to.
Suddenly the men in the suits spun around and with one stroke of their swords severed their follower's heads from their bodies. They then began to drink the blood right from their bleeding necks.
To be continued...
Gantz Ending