3 Meeting

Mark was looking forward with an empty eye. From his point of view, he could feel the time. Everything started to freeze before his eyes. It's like time is waiting for him. The way his friend's blood rolled down the edge of the blade. The way it fell on the marble with a deafening crackle. It was all happening again in his mind like a broken record player. Countless times.

*Boom*

For the first time, he regretted his decision. The wine rolled him up like a wave, taking all his powers. He suddenly ran out of oxygen in his lungs. He felt his heart beating fast. Now this dagger in his hand is covered with the blood of a friend. His hand, and in general his whole body feels like a cotton toy. No strength.

He was really sorry. He wanted to turn back time. Even if it doesn't fix all the mistakes. But that's not going to happen. He'll never see those eyes again. Not to see that emotion at all.

The bitterness of betrayal.

Well, it's not just the betrayers who have that feeling. Even those who have betrayed. You can't go back now.

He regretted the betrayal of Asky, their former miss, to whom they promised loyalty. He was sorry for the betrayal of his brothers in arms.

Why would he do that?

Oh, that's right. He thought it would make him run away. Even now, when he thought about it, he realized it was just an animal impulse to life. So he had to step on the lower one. And run away.

He even remembered those fights. The way he took people's lives. It would be good if it was only people like him. But it wasn't. They were citizens, it wasn't their fault.

Mark knew it wasn't coming back.

So he was walking with a stream of memories of the past.

Their boss forced them to be spies. Forced them to practice until they lost their pulse. Those who couldn't get through it were just thrown out like garbage.

He could get through it. Although it was hard he was able to gain trust. In these difficult times, he found friends he could trust with his back.

But he betrayed them.

He hit them.

He lost his trust.

Mark hesitated to raise his eyes. His friends' eyes expressed disbelief. The pain. Even in a way, fear.

These eyes, these people he could share secrets with without fear of being revealed. Now they were full of the bitterness of his betrayal.

Mark grinned. All he wanted now was to live and be miles away from this situation.

All this happened because of his impulse.

He really is worse than a coward. He's a traitor. If there's a celestial court, it's minus a lot of karma or whatever.

Mark put his eyes back on the dagger.

Blood is almost all glass, forming a puddle on the floor. On white marble, this puddle looked like a devil's flower.

It was so sinful.

The last time Mark looked at his friends, he struck a direct blow to the heart.

He didn't hesitate.

Without much emotion.

Just calm and relief.

It seemed endlessly long, it's only been a couple of minutes.

Aska was watching the drama. Although she was saddened by the fact that she could not look at the fight, but watching a man slowly fall into despair is not bad either. Needless to say, she's cruel. It's just that she knows it. And everyone will have different reactions that are divided into two types.

The first is the one who fights and dies. This man looks like he's drowning in the cold sea. First, he fights. And then he starts to realize that he was like a drop in the sea. Not the navel of the earth. Not the protagonist. Not even a minor character. He's just a cannon fodder that's needed to lift other people. He's just a little bit of a player in someone's life, maybe not even a step, but a lot less. Then this man gives in to fate and drowning.

Like this, he dies without any noise. And no one will remember him. That's it.

The second type is the ones who pounced and got out on land. People like that when they get on land can be crazy. Or they could hide themselves, gain strength and take revenge. If they have achieved a lot in their lives, then at the end of their lives they have a career, family, friends, colleagues. They can all pay for the end of your life.

Of course, there was a third type. They grabbed the snag and sailed ashore. When such a man takes revenge, it happens without mercy. And the only warmth was given to this snag.

They were like moonlight in their hearts. It was pure.

But this type no good now, so you can forget him. That's it. It's easy.

It's just that she was type two, and Mark was type one. Completely different identities crossed on the balcony like this. With the smell of blood and plums and old books. Completely incompatible, different people going their separate ways.

"Oh, there's the first... "He must have hurt you deeply. Would you like to be second? Like I said, the punch and there's nothing else. There's nothing... "

Aska examined the wound when she turned to the other side. Just above the kidney without hitting any important veins or arteries.

'Oh, that hurt. So of course you have to rub salt in it too. Although I don't have any salt, in the kitchen. Oh, it's useless.... "

It was as if Aska was waving his hand at his head to drive the fly away.

Men looked at it with hatred.

"We will not tell you anything! "

A man yelling with the body of a "closet."

"I'm not deaf, don't yell, thank you. You won't tell me anything, I know. So let's not waste any more time and you're at

I'm not deaf, don't shout, thank you. You're not going to tell me anything, I know. So let's not waste time and you'll kill yourself? Or... Oh, hehehe.. Do you want to help your comrade find the end, too?"

"You, you, you... "

"Yes, me, me, so what? "

*coughing*

Although he was muscular, all these wounds and Aski's crazy tongue were killing him, making him cough up blood.

"Okay, I gotta go... Well, I'm gonna have to do it in person. You're very slow. "

Aski's light green eyes were looking at her wristwatch. Fine silver work with an inscription on the dial:

"Time flies, and you're with him."

A light sadness flew by and sealed deep down again.

Aska finished his wine and put a glass on the table next to her.

She got up and went to the men. The one who had been hit was already in a coma. The other three looked at her with hatred.

"Eh."

Aska pulled a little curved knife out of the bracelet and did not hesitate to end the lives of four.

"Uncle Su, please put that away. I need to see my uncle. "

"Okay, miss."

Uncle Su came by to clean this place up.

Once again, looking at his watch, Asuka kept walking.

"Ah, Uncle, it's been so long since I've seen you. I wonder what you have prepared for me? "

Keep your hands behind your back, red hair bouncing with her. An innocent expression on her face and eyes full of interest, like a child.

"Come on. You can't be late, or your uncle won't wait, and I won't get a present."

There was laughter in the hallway.