Reunion (3)

Reaching anita's restaurant, red was standing across the street.

Police tapes were everywhere, the place looked vandalized, from where he was standing red could see the tables and chairs broken and tossed everywhere, plates and many other furnishings broken all around the floor, 2 policemen were walking inside. at the counter sat a woman.

Her face was red-ish, with bags under her eyes, she was lost in thought, a tear finally forming and falling down her cheek. She was the woman Red saw helping Anita that day at the restaurant.

with red heightened senses, red could hear the conversation between the police men.

"What a disaster, the poor girl."

"I know, i can't believe someone would do something like this."

"Isn't she just a highschool student? what enemies could she have made?"

"I don't know, but this was definitely well planned. from the break in when she was cleaning, to the struggle that happened between her and the assailants, and no one saw or heard anything. I heard the detective working on this case, calling it a "Raken" case."

"What? isn't raken cases the title given to ones related to the awakened? this was done by an awakened bunch?"

"Yeah, look around you. all this damage did not only happen because of the struggle, this was done on purpose. sending a message"

"A message to whom? her family?"

"No, the detective could not find any reason or purpose for this. that's all i know, now keep looking around in case we missed anything."

Red was frozen in place, just staring at the mess that once was a restaurant. traces of blood that wasn't cleaned properly can be seen on the walls and on the floor. with a blank expression he kept staring.

people passing by would glance at him confused.

Slowly reds head started tilting down, his hands cupped and covered his face. his body got heavy and his shaken legs were too weak to keep supporting him, he collapsed on the floor. his heart was beating nearly bursting out of his chest. his mind was a mess, thoughts and memories of anita only made him feel worse. one phrase amongst all his mumblings can be heard clearly. it was repeated over and over again.

'It's all my fault.'

'It's all my fault'

'It's all my fault'

Red started punching the floor, his mind was in a mess. He felt like her blood was on his hands, it's not like he never killed someone before, he kept muttering to himself with a crazed look in his eyes.

Anita was no stranger or one of those disgusting excuses of humans he took care of. she was his friend, a really good one too. Before he isolated himself they used to text a lot, he would visit her and hang out with her whenever he had time. anita was the anchor that kept him from losing it back then, even after his first human kill he wasn't as calm as he seemed to be, going and talking with her for comfort. it got to the point where he actually started feeling something for her, he would get excited and his heart would beat faster whenever he would see her.

"It's all their fault." he muttered "None of this would have happened if that arrogant trash didn't think he was better than everyone." red slowly was back to his senses.

Red looked at the floor, discovering that he had created multiple sockets. A spiderweb of small cracks originated from the impacts.

he slowly stood up, wiping off the dust that got caught on his clothes from the destroyed floor and vanished from his spot.

People passing by looked at the holes on the ground again confused.

"I think your mom passed by dude" a teenager said to his friend.

"Shut up!"

.....

Red stood on top of a light pole balancing himself well. people passing didn't even look at him, with the stealth skill he had, no one could notice anything.

"Soul track" red mumbled, his hands slowly started shining, a thin string of mana started swaying around, it was the same spell he used back at tommys' house.

He held his hand up facing the restaurant, the string kept expanding until it reached it, no one saw it or was even able to touch it. it started floating around the restaurant, slowly different colors started moving from it's tip, with the length of 10 centimetres, through the body of the string reaching reds hand. it was the color red at first, then blue, green and yellow. After a bit he retracted the string, with the colors appearing in his eyeris, disappearing once more.

.....

"That bitch, we shouldn't have killed her straight away." a man in a tracksuit and a white cap spoke.

"Idiot, do you want a repeat of what happened to Rodney and his group?. new rules were set, no more distractions." a man said. with his blank cold expression only making him more eye-catching. He wore a suit and sunglasses. it was night, which was weird.

"Rodney was an idiot, he let them call for help and still took his time instead of completing his mission. Since his failure our clan's name has been dragged through the mud in the underground world. He made us a laughing stock, getting killed by a kid. what an idiot."

"All of you, stop talking. that kid is no normal bastard, he's a freak. beating a dungeon and killing Rodney's group was no mistake on our part." a man in casual clothes spoke "Be respectful, even with his failure. Rodney is still one of us."

"Yes, sir"

"Understood"

"YES SIR"

the three men around him all bowed, confirming that man's status.

"Honor among rats. what a joke" a hoarse and distorted voice spoke. the men were terrified by the sudden realization that someone got close enough to hear them. looking around frantically.

They kept looking behind them and on top of buildings. They were in an alleyway surrounded by walls. The place was enough for 3 people to walk side by side.

"Where the f**k are you?" a man yelled.

WOSH!

A barrage of ice spears blurred through the air, leaving behind a trail of frost.

The terrified expression explained everything, these men knew they couldn't react on time.

"Is this my end?" one of them thought to himself trying his best to do anything that might help defend.

Unfortunately for him, It wasn't.

The spears pierced through the mens limbs pinning them to the ground. blood kept flowing for less than a second before the wound with the whole limbs freezing.