Erase

Sicarius spat out the orb in his mouth as he eyed the body by his feet. The elderly man's face seemed to be a fountain of blood, blessing the surrounding with its red.

The tongue carpet seemed to soak the blood of Caretaker as Sicarius dragged his body to the side.

The tongue carpet was a rather bizarre object that appeared any time the wall opened and would disappear after a few minutes.

In reality, it simply manipulated one's perception just as Richard did to him during the psychological evaluation. When the wall was shut, it was simply the wall closing its mouth.

Sicarius lifted the tongue carpet and kicked Caretaker's body underneath it. He backed away still facing the mouth and watched as the mouth turned into a wall once more, completely hiding away the scene of the crime.

At least that's what he thought. Underneath the camouflage, the tongue started to seem as if its vitality was being sucked away, slowly it lost its colors and began to dry.

Sicarius had long been gone by then. He had subtly made his way through the underground hallways and near the area wherein the training chambers were.

Princess was last seen here, along with three others. Ares, Ash, and Slasher, three potential opponents that Sicarius couldn't murder yet. If possible Sicarius didn't want to fight to the death.

Sicarius paced near the double metal doors and listened with his hyperfocus.

"Again!" Princess shouted, the sounds of a spar followed, then the sound of bone hitting soft flesh.

Sicarius could hear Princess grunting from pain, however, she yells once more, "Again!"

"Ares! Stop this!" Ash yelled, "This is too much!"

A scuffle followed while Slasher cheered as Sicarius eavesdropped. Sicarius could guess that Princess was being trained to the brink through combat.

It hasn't even been thirty minutes since Richard or Weaver in his body had been here. The probability that a cultist will inform them that he had undergone the process was unlikely, as far as they knew he was 'Weaver' in the commander's son's body.

Sicarius had lived for thousands of years, manipulating his expressions and imitating various demeanors was of no hardship to him. If after all these years of being all kinds of people and he still couldn't act then he should just end his life right then and there.

With one hand behind his back, Sicarius opened the door. His demeanor a perfect imitation of the man that took over his body.

The four people inside all turned to face him while he kept a stoic gaze. Sicarius directed his look to Ares and Ash, then to Slasher who was sitting at the edge of the platform, and finally to Princess.

The girl seemed quite bruised, however, her glare did not show any weakness.

"Why are you back, Weaver?" She asked, her voice laced with quiet rage.

Sicarius did not reply, he simply made a show of furrowing his brows and directed his sight to Ares, "Is this the training that you've been conducting?"

"We're training her until she knows nothing but battle just as you said!" Ares replied,

"Look at her," Sicarius pointed with his head, "She'll know nothing but how to be beat up."

"That's 'cause we just started!" Ares said, "If you give us a bit of ti--

"Enough." Sicarius paced towards an arrangement of weapons by the side of the platform, "I'll be training her. Go back to your duties, none of you are required here any further."

Ares being cut off was a tad bit irritated and seemed as if he would rebut, yet in a second he started stomping towards the doors. Ash turned to look at Slasher to which Slasher simply shrugged his shoulders as he paced outside as well.

Ash turned to look at Sicarius and Princess one last time before following the others.

Sicarius listened to their steps get further away as he perused the weapons arranged in front of him.

Swords, spears, staffs, daggers, and many more weapons were displayed. Out of all the various weapons, what caught Sicarius's eye was a modified rope dart. A sharp blade as small as his palms attached to a long chain. Sicarius reached out his hand and grabbed it. The sharp lethal tool glimmered in the light, showing Sicarius's reflection.

The perfect tool, but not in this circumstance.

He tied the rope dart to his waist and proceeded to get a staff.

The moment Sicarius had tied the rope dart to his waist, Princess's gaze grew alert.

"What are you doing Weaver?" She tensed and took on a battle stance.

Sicarius simply stared at her for a second before propelling the multitudes of weapons by his side directly at her with a swing of his staff.

A barrage of weapons came raining down on Princess. It seemed it wasn't much of a threat to her as she manifested a shield of evil energy and stood her ground. The various weapons hit her shield and fell on the ground with resonous clangs.

Princess glared at the boy who had just attacked her. This wasn't Weaver. This was the boy's original consciousness, the son of the commander. This was the boy that had the body that could incapacitate her in one hit.

"You!" She yelled as she manifested a hammer, with a shield and hammer in hand she charged at Sicarius.

How strong could this boy be? She had been trained ever since she could walk, she doubted that this boy had as much combat experience as her. Slasher had told her that he could fight but how good could the boy be if in the end his face was smashed in?

If she knew that Sicarius had fought Slasher with floor tiles and balusters, perhaps she wouldn't have charged in as she did.

She may have trained her life but Sicarius had trained through lifetimes. Despite how fast she thought she was when she smashed her hammer to his head, Sicarius only needed to step back.

With a twist of his whole upper body, Sicarius slammed the staff onto her face. The impact resounded a loud thud, and the girl collapsed head first, her weapons dissolving into the air.

The girl was injured from her previous spars in the first place, her body already had bruises forming all over her body. After that hit Sicarius knew the girl was incapacitated.

He pulled out a vial from his pocket filled with colorless liquid. The vial of forgetfulness.

The founder had instructed him to drink a drop of this. What would happen if he forced Princess to drink all of it?

If it completely wipes out her memory then he'll take her, if it doesn't he'll just take her life instead.

He crouched and held the girl's head and to his surprise she was conscious, but it didn't matter. She was already in Sicarius's hands.

He gripped her throat as he stuck the vial in her mouth. She struggled against his grip but to no avail. In a matter of seconds, her vision started to become hazy.

The son of the c-, the boy, whoever he was, watched her with dead eyes as she slowly lost consciousness.

*****

At the bottom of the orphanage wherein a dead end was supposed to be, a mouthed opening remained still. A tongue appeared shriveled up and dead within.

The tongue tilted to the side as a young man came out underneath it. He touched his face which took on a scowl. His eyes darted towards a dark orb on the ground before they turned to look inwards of the corridor.

"That child..." Caretaker mumbled, "He's dangerous."