TRUTHS

My eyes couldn't focus. I was trying to process what I had just heard.

This man was the killer?

I looked at him with burning eyes. I was uncertain and furious.

The young man before me had caramel coloured hair in a crew cut, honey coloured eyes and a clean shaven face. He wore a red and black jacket and a pair of black skinny jeans.

He gaze was relaxed as he faced me, still smoking his cigarette.

I almost erupted after seeing his casual gaze and nonchalant attitude when he mentioned that he was the murderer of Linda.

"Why?"

Contrary to my own beliefs, I didn't explode in a fit of rage when I asked this question. The sorrow I had tucked away, hidden underneath blankets of rage from the fight earlier and the frustration of failing, suddenly surfaced.

I could only ask why he took such a good thing away from me. Why?!

"Why?! Why did you.... kill her?" I asked.

The young man remained calm. He looked as if he had prepared for my outburst as well.

"Because its my job," he said before drawing in on the cigarette and puffing out another smoke ring.

"Your job?! It's your job to kill innocents?! To rip away people from their loved ones?!" I finally lost it.

This son of b*tch! Taking pride in killing people for a living! Innocent people!

I struggled to stand up, but my body wouldn't respond. I was shocked. I should have recovered enough now. What's happening??!

"Killing innocents? Heh.. that's rich coming from you. Have you already forgotten that you and your buddies murdered tens of innocents just a few hours ago? Not to mention the hundreds you killed prior to Linda. Let's stop being seld righteous for a moment," he said.

I shivered. I had forgotten. I had condoned my actions in the heat of the moment. Dammit!

"First of all, let me mention that you should be thanking me for saving your life. I witnessed your battle with the FBAC. There was a gas right? Even if you didn't inhale it, it could seep through your pores and invade your body, though slowly. It finally got to you after you were weakened," the young man said casually.

(A/N: The gas from Exfil (2) and Outmatched).

What?!

The gas was that efficient??!

"Second of all, you should also thank me for finding the device they used to track you. It was a microscopic bio-mechanic tracker placed onto your spine. I removed it, and saved you from getting your ass handed to you again," he said.

My fury burned to a greater degree when I thought of that SUA.

"I-"

"You got your ass handed to you."

I ground my teeth.

Many people in the world know this. There's nothing like getting beaten up after losing a loved one, either through death or being dumped. You feel like hanging yourself.

"The third thing. You should thank me for killing my sister once again before she used you," he said.

My eyes widened! What??!

Sister?!

Use....me?

I glared at him, my eyes turning golden. I felt strength. Strength from the emotion that I felt and the idea of ripping this lying bastard's head.

"What did you say?!" I barked.

"Like I said before. Killing my sister is my job. Its always been. For 89 years."

He drew in another breath with the cigarette on his mouth and blew a puff of smoke onto my face.

Those placid eyes showed no emotion. I heard his heartbeat as calm as ever.

"My sister, Linda, is a deviant. So am I. She's centuries old and a fanatic of a certain cult. She's a dangerous woman, who has used many unfortunate souls that fell under her charm..... like you," he said.

What?! You..

"Gifted and Sorcerers alike have no definite understanding of Deviants and our capabilities. We can contract Night Spawn quite easily and obtain abilities in exchange for.. let's say rather morbid prices.

My sister.... gained immortality and can't be killed. For long at least. Her existence is dangerous and she's amassed a grand cult to follow her desires and serve her purpose."

No! THIS IS NOT LINDA, YOU BASTARD! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

"As such, the only thing I can do is kill her regularly to try and mess up her plans."

"SHUT UUUUUP!!" I finally exploded.

The young man remained unfazed.

"Its a pity. You thought you were in love? That she was just another young girl by the roadside that captured your heart?"

"YOU LIAR! YOU KILLED HER AND YOU TRY TO FIND EXCUSES?! I-"

"Let me guess. She loved studying you as a ... unique organism.."

My heart skipped a beat. I remembered how she always said my DNA as a Lycan was of great help in her biological research.  BUT THAT DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING!

"You think you spending time being intimate means someone loves you? Guess what, there were dozens of sorry idiots before you, who were used by her in her..'research'.." he said.

No, this can't be! She wouldn't do that!

"You're...you're lying!!" I yelled.

"During your mission in Diona, you felt her scream and were drawn to it, right? Yet, you never bothered to ask why," he said, his gaze still as plain as ever.

(A/N: He means the Exfil mission).

"I was there. Your senses were sharp so I had to retreat. I had wanted to kill her that day. That was also the day she found a new toy...you."

The images of Linda on that day, looking so innocent after I saved her, flashed in my head. I was devastated. I DIDN'T BELIEVE IT! I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT.

This is not true!

"Brother. I know what you felt. You let your guard down because you finally saw someone who accepted you despite being different. You were exploited."

"But....I SHED TEARS OF BLOOD FOR HER!"

"And..? You think that amounts to anything?"

"I don't believe this, why would she do this??!" I asked.

"Because, you're just like us. A Deviant," answered the young man.

My heart skipped a beat again.

I was a what? No way! I couldn't take it....

"It's the only reason she stuck with you all these years."

"No that's not true, I am-"

"You are cursed."

"What?! That doesn't make me a deviant!"

"Who the hell do you think cursed you? I could always smell the thick stench of a Nightbringer on you. A dweller of Absodahl. You're a deviant," he said.

"When you raged out earlier and gained more strength, that was no trump card. It was a sign of your underlying strength. No Lycan has such strength."

At this point I couldn't handle it.

I was feeling betrayed.

Was this true? My mind couldn't take it. My Linda?

I thought back to all the moments with her. The happiness she brought me. Was I blinded by that happiness that I saw nothing else? Was I so desperate that I saw nothing wrong with her actions?

I delved onto my mind and grit my teeth, thinking of all the things that she ever said to me.

'Hey, can I have some more drops of your blood and some of your fur. I'm doing an experiment. Your DNA resembles something that I found earlier, so I wanted to test if I could find a connection.'

I grit my teeth.

'I didn't think I'd find happiness with a guy so... sophisticated.'

(A/N: Line from Chapter 2).

I remembered.

But still... I couldn't believe this.... All my grieving had been for nothing? All my happiness was fake?? Give me a break!

"Take me to her grave," I said.

"Hmm?"

"If you want me to believe you, take me to her grave as a start," I said.

"Fine. Though I should warn you. Every time she dies, she always spawns elsewhere after a few weeks, making it impossible to capture her," the young man said.

"I...don't care.."

"Sure."