A Terrorist Attack

When the woman saw that Ciel wouldn't move, she didn't pay much attention, simply nodding a greeting. Taking out a phone as thin as glass, she began to tap away, and soon enough, seven days had passed.

Ciel had long grown used to sleeping on the chair next to her. Many had moved to take it, but when coming in close proximity with the woman, would immediately back away from the scene.

All Ciel did was sit and wait. If the woman had enough confidence to put her killing intent on display, she figured there was most likely going to be a show not too far in the future.

She didn't have to wait long for her thoughts to come true.

Unfortunately, the hatred wasn't directed toward the right person.

"Hey," a man said, "you're on a spaceship with civilians, retract your killing intent."

Ciel just stared at him. Instead of attacking the woman who'd actually been releasing killing intent, the hatred of the people around them had fallen on her shoulders. As Ciel remained silent, the man became even more riled up.

"With the pressure you're releasing, no one can even sit down around here. You don't own the place, why do only you get to sit down?"

Correction, Ciel had simply waited for the spaceship to arrive, therefore allowing her to take a seat. Even so, no one had been stopping the man from sitting down himself.

But the look in everyone else's eyes made for a different story. It seemed they agreed. But in the end, Ciel wasn't the one who responded.

"Are you stupid," the woman next to her said, finally looking up from her phone, "the one releasing the killing intent is clearly me."

The pressure got stronger.

Actually, releasing killing intent was more of a mental attack than anything. Someone wanting to kill you is typically grounds enough for a person to want to run away, but when it came to a measure of pressure, the more confidence one had in actually completing the killing was involved. Someone who had as much killing intent as this woman had undoubtedly killed before.

Most people thought that you could only combat confidence with confidence. They'd face the pressure of killing intent head-on, either to a neutralized state where the pressure would disappear or to a point of overpowering the other person. That was why the boys in the store had been so impressed by Ciel's ability.

But that wasn't the case for her.

Everyone had some fear of death. They'd think they didn't but would fear it in their last moments or use their reflexes to get out of vicarious situations. But Ciel had died twice before in the middle of terrible happenstance. Actually, even after only dying once, she had no qualms when she thought she was about to die the second time.

It was her weakness and her power. With no fear of death, she couldn't feel the pressure, but she also teetered on the edge of it at every moment.

"Even a dog would know I was releasing the killing intent," the woman said with a slight smile, "doesn't that make you worse than a dog."

Ciel saw the man's eyes go red, he opened his mouth to respond.

But before he could, he was already on the floor. She looked to her side. The woman hadn't moved.

Shock grew on the faces of those around them. The woman had stopped tapping on her phone and instead slid it into her pocket. Her smile had disappeared.

Blood seeped out from the man's head.

"Were you guys having fun without me?" a voice said.

The owner of said voice wasn't standing too far from where the man had fallen. Ciel could see from her seat that he held a gun in one hand and a grenade in his other. The woman to her side had grabbed something else from her pocket. As quickly as she'd taken it out, she crushed it in her hand.

What looked like ribbons, immediately expanded from it, wrapping around her, and what came into being was a suit Ciel was familiar with. A pitch-black Technoid. It was the one she'd been staring at not too long ago that Blaine had explained to her: Midnight's suit.

But it was undetermined whether or not the woman who'd been sitting next to her really was Midnight.

The transformation was silent, and by the time she was done, the man had already gotten everyone on the ground. Ciel, deciding to follow orders for the time being, was pretending to be asleep, and was vaguely near actually falling asleep.

The man hadn't been alone, and with him, he brought out his friends, who'd begun rummaging through people's pockets.

A gunshot rang through the ship. Ciel turned her head to find the man who'd previously been trying to get her to release her nonexistent bloodthirst in the name of the civilians' blood was getting dangerously close to her clothes. She shifted over slightly. She saw someone going through the dead man's pockets.

Another shot.

The man swayed slighting, then fell to the ground.

So the main character of tonight's show has decided to reveal herself.

Ciel slowly turned her head to the other side.

The man who'd been carrying the grenade lay dead on the floor as the woman inspected the bomb he'd carried.

"It was a dud," she said, throwing it to the side. So the men hadn't decided to risk themselves after all. It was unfortunate they'd met her here, otherwise, they could've left with a decent amount of money.

Finally ridding herself of one worry, the woman looked up to meet the teary eyes of the boy she'd just been sitting next to.

If Ciel knew her eyes had just been referred to as teary, she might've just risked her life to kick the man who'd dragged her from the ground a pressed a gun against her head. He'd noticed her because of her constant yawning and had gotten annoyed to the point of using her as a hostage.

Ciel hadn't made any move to stop him. Her eyes had gotten watery from her yawning and from this vantage point she could see the main character in action better anyways.

"Let go of him," the woman said.

"Why don't you let go of the gun first, pretty lady." Ciel felt a shiver run up her back. Creepy was the only word in her mind to describe him.

But as he spoke, she realized that the man was simply distracting the woman. One of his friends was coming up behind her.

"To your left," Ciel mouthed.

The woman saw, and dodged to the right, narrowly escaping the incoming attack. A man had come from behind her wielding a knife, and though her Technoid could sustain a decent amount of damage, she didn't want to risk it.

Repairing Technoids was expensive.

That was her real fear. Money didn't grow on trees after all.

Quickly she shot the man in the leg, taking him down for the time being. Her wallet felt safe again. When she turned back toward where the man and boy stood, she noticed the man had taken a few steps back.

He was ready to run.

"Right," the boy mouthed to her.

Then, with a swift motion, Ciel kicked backward and hit the man square in the nuts. His grip loosed and she used the force she had to dodge her head left. In only a second, a bullet had pierced through the man's head.

But that wasn't the end of their struggles.

"The Captain's been shot," someone yelled. The man who'd previously been sitting next to Ciel with his daughter explained how he'd moved up to the front of the ship, eventually finding a seat, and while the ship had been overtaken, he'd made it into the captain's quarters to hide with his daughter. He'd been given a fright to find the captain long dead in his seat and cold to the touch.

The woman cursed under her breath, and everyone watched with amazement as her suit pulled back like a thousand ribbons, turning back into the block it once was. A girl ran out from behind her father, seemingly out of breath.

With worship in her eyes, she asked the woman, "Are you Midnight?"

The woman smiled, not a trace of animosity on her face as the killing intent she once wore dispersed. Ciel assumed she liked children but also didn't think much about it. Ciel had never been a fan of children herself. They were like slimy little goblins, and not all that smart too. Their brains were moldable to the point where you'd have to explain morals to them twice and then go on to explain why and when morals were breakable three times. At the same time, she didn't hate children, it was just that she'd never want one.

"I'm not Midnight," the woman said. The girl's disappointment was palpable and the man gave the woman an apologetic look. "I'm Midnight's master."

With that, even Ciel was surprised. Why couldn't she sense those attacks then? Her questions were quickly answered.

The woman covered her mouth with her hand before coughing, and from behind her, Ciel could see faint traces of blood. The woman seemed to have a prior injury.

"Well, can anyone fly a spaceship?"

The woman looked around for a moment before someone lifted themself off the ground.

"Hello, my name is Nick, I work as a pilot. Thank you for saving all our lives," the man said. He swiftly bowed to her and she gave him a nod. The people's respect hadn't only come from the woman saving their lives, but from her relationship with Midnight as well.

This Midnight seemed to be a very influential figure.

"Well we'll be reliant on you to save our lives on the way back," the woman said making Nick smile. He quickly made his way into the pilot's quarters.

Soon Nick informed them all that they would have to make a stop at a nearby planet to get repairs and make an official terrorist report.

After the whole incident, Ciel's adrenaline began to calm down. She'd done too much this time, and mixed with her malnourished boy, she was left dizzy and disoriented. The woman looked at her with pity.

"Why don't I buy you something to eat when we land?" she offered. Ciel accepted without hesitation. Then, she promptly fell asleep.

No one asked for the seat next to her.