42 Video//Japanese
[The video turns on, obscured, with crackling noises as if the speaker is being rubbed on. After a minute or so of this an image appears, slowly coming into focus as Kakihara moves his hand from the communicator and steps back from it. Just behind him, as the camera adjusts itself to the dark, something can be seen hanging from a tree, spread out face down. It looks like a naked old man, full of gashes and bullet holes scattered in a way that shows horrible marksmanship.
Kakihara tips his head at the camera and watches it to make sure it won't slip out from the tree he wedged it in, then casually walks back over to the victim in the tree. By now it's clear from the way he's hanging that he's suspended from several dirty old rusty hooks, forced through the flesh of his back, and the back of the arms. The man kneels down in front of him and starts picking up skewers in the dirt, set up there beside a knife, machete and gun (that one likely Reno's, taken without his permission ahem) and with no hesitation, jamming them into the shoulders, neck, and face, slowly and mechanically.
The "old man" doesn't move. In fact, there doesn't even seem to be blood.]
Hm. All the ones like human are gone. This one doesn't even bleed. It doesn't even cry out. Only moans like it feels sorry for itself...
[Suddenly there's a loud shriek that echoes through the trees, and Kakihara stumbles back, only to freeze in place, completely petrified. This is what he gets for harassing ReDeads... Only, the ReDead is suspended from the branches and can't do much else but barely sway in place, trying to move walk (in air) and make a grab for the man, but its arms can't go forward. After a long moment, whatever happened wears off and Kakihara falls back with a gasp, scrambling onto his feet. He grabs the machete and without any method at all, hacks and slashes at the creature until it moans out and goes limp. Kakihara draws in a deep breath, reaching into his chest pocket for something. A fresh pack of cigarettes, which he promptly opens and puts to good use. However, even after all that he'd done, when he faces the camera, the sadomasochist looks completely and utterly unsatisfied, taking a long drag on a cigarette. And oh hey, he's looking pretty sharp, too, in his red tartan suit.]
... I won't be thanking you for the suit and carton of cigarettes. Odds are, it wasn't purposeful. However if it was, you might want to make yourselves more useful by coming down here and bleeding yourselves, because these little toys are defective. I'm tired of following your rules in exchange for little things like material possessions and immortality. I won't be doing it anymore. Some of us aren't afraid of death in the way society wants us to be.
[And with his disturbing little scene made (and not nearly as messy as he wanted it to be) Kakihara walks toward the communicator, obscures the camera with his hand, and shuts it off.]
Kakihara tips his head at the camera and watches it to make sure it won't slip out from the tree he wedged it in, then casually walks back over to the victim in the tree. By now it's clear from the way he's hanging that he's suspended from several dirty old rusty hooks, forced through the flesh of his back, and the back of the arms. The man kneels down in front of him and starts picking up skewers in the dirt, set up there beside a knife, machete and gun (that one likely Reno's, taken without his permission ahem) and with no hesitation, jamming them into the shoulders, neck, and face, slowly and mechanically.
The "old man" doesn't move. In fact, there doesn't even seem to be blood.]
Hm. All the ones like human are gone. This one doesn't even bleed. It doesn't even cry out. Only moans like it feels sorry for itself...
[Suddenly there's a loud shriek that echoes through the trees, and Kakihara stumbles back, only to freeze in place, completely petrified. This is what he gets for harassing ReDeads... Only, the ReDead is suspended from the branches and can't do much else but barely sway in place, trying to move walk (in air) and make a grab for the man, but its arms can't go forward. After a long moment, whatever happened wears off and Kakihara falls back with a gasp, scrambling onto his feet. He grabs the machete and without any method at all, hacks and slashes at the creature until it moans out and goes limp. Kakihara draws in a deep breath, reaching into his chest pocket for something. A fresh pack of cigarettes, which he promptly opens and puts to good use. However, even after all that he'd done, when he faces the camera, the sadomasochist looks completely and utterly unsatisfied, taking a long drag on a cigarette. And oh hey, he's looking pretty sharp, too, in his red tartan suit.]
... I won't be thanking you for the suit and carton of cigarettes. Odds are, it wasn't purposeful. However if it was, you might want to make yourselves more useful by coming down here and bleeding yourselves, because these little toys are defective. I'm tired of following your rules in exchange for little things like material possessions and immortality. I won't be doing it anymore. Some of us aren't afraid of death in the way society wants us to be.
[And with his disturbing little scene made (and not nearly as messy as he wanted it to be) Kakihara walks toward the communicator, obscures the camera with his hand, and shuts it off.]