Second Reincarnation

"Excuse us!" says one of the guards. Soon after, the audience cleared the way. The bustling town square with noise soon goes silent. Even with another creature that resembles Krilo, he still looked like a criminal.

One thing that he notices is that his skin color is significantly different from those of others Creatures. Krilo's colors are yellowish gold, not like other compfreund that have a somewhat dominant red color palette.

'So is it racial issue then?' Krilo calmly thinks.' But from these people's explanation is that Krilo is valuable, so valuable that they wanted to cut him to pieces. Krilo's sturdy head cannot stop thinking about the conversation on the gondola. A barrier, war, dispute, smuggling, especially in this different world. And what the hell is the 'Richter'.

The situation gradually turned to a regular town square. Everyone starts to acknowledge Krilo's position and the people are no longer feeling threatened with two guards on his side. Three other deputies standing separately. They may try to blend in with other people, but their periodical gaze gives a sign that they are truly paying attention to their target.

They stops at a two story building. Brick wall with layer of pale gray paint that gives vibes of sturdy and gloominess that the law has. The sound of the next gondola broke their attention. An unconscious blue haired boy is being escorted with a stretcher.

'It is my fault, isn't it?' Krilo's eyes become watery.

The guards shove Krilo inside and into the basement stairs. Corridors with bars on each side that are used to contain criminals. 'I just teleported here and already become a criminal?!'

They shoves Krilo once again in his cold cell all alone. The cell door behind him closes. His body fell numbed. 'Is this really the end for me?'

"Hey bird face!" shouted someone with a high pitched voice across the corridor. "Where is your companion?"

Krilo remembered something about his appearance, disregarding the person. He moves his feet towards the mirror that is just barely higher than him. A chair is pushed so that he can stand on it. A long beak with a large blue starry pupil and a combination of sharp horizontal lining above the eye that makes a sharp beautiful face expression.

Krilo's facial features are colored bright blue and yellowish golden, similar to an eagle but with much longer hair on the top of the eye.

The same can be called to his abdomen that is layered with yellowish golden fur. Except in the center stomach. An octagon star with its edge colored as pale yellow. The strange octagon is not really visible at first glance.

The arms on Krilo's arms do not have any feathers even though he is a 'bird'. Instead, his arm is stubby and muscular. More muscular than in his previous life. A strange combination of beauty and power he thinks.

He lifted one of his small legs. Muscle contour is visible even though there are short furs covering them. A 3 longclaw extends from each leg that can cut metals. But the downside is the foot is made of flesh rather than talon. This pair of legs belong to dinosaurs. Krilo cannot hop from tree branches. There is also a formation of feathers behind his back that is resembling of a peacock.

"Hey, are you deaf little one?" The same person shouts again.

"What do you want?" Annoyed, Krilo charges to the wooden bars. The person is actually an animalish creature just like him. Four-legged blood red drake with a long strange ear, akin to a lynx. But with a dragon mandible. Its strong, large legs can seem to knock someone down, even with a small sized body. The way it's moving and the structure of its body, that creature is somewhat similar to a wolf.

"You are not a polite compfreund, little one!" Her voice sounds condescending.

"Wait, did you just understand me?"

"Only a fellow compfreund understand each other and of course your companion." she giggles. "This is the basic knowledge for us compfreund. How are you not knowing this? You are not a toddler bird anymore."

Krilo cast his head down. He doesn't know how to respond to the answer.

"You were born yesterday are'nt you?" shouted her high pitched voice. She gazes deeply into Krilo.

"An hour ago." Krilo, annoyed, answers briefly.

"Huh, and you're already in jail … weird. Is it because of your color?"

Krilo shook his head out of confusion.

"Hmm there are several blue and green compfreund in Ritcher but I have never seen a yellow compfreund" The drake talking to himself. She looks more confused than Krilo.

Krilo exhaled loudly. "I DON'T KNOW. All I know is that they wanted to dissect me. The Police Institution, The Cathedral, virtually everyone in this stupid town!"

Krilo's breath uncontrollably. This is not like Krilo spouting everything he knows to some stranger. He needs someone to know what he really feels.

The once graceful drake retracted her expression. Somewhat scared of Krilo's sudden outburst. She goes to the otherside of her cell. Approaching a girl sitting down, a human girl with bright brown long hair that looks the same age as the boy in the cathedral. She is also wearing a robe with the same color.

She rested on her laps as the girl caressed her. Krilo's eyes sparkled. The sight of them cuddling is so cute and refreshing. The mutual bond that they share is intimate.

"He is in great danger," whispers The Drake to the little girl whilst she gets more rubbing.

Even if it's just whispering, Krilo can hear them clearly. His owlish bird sense is outstanding.

The girl then whispers. "We can't help him without his companion. I wanted to meet the companion first, or else we cannot help the bird."

There is something he can understand now. He is what they call 'Compfreund' and The previous boy in the Cathedral might be his 'Companion'. He thought it is some sort of contract between the two party.

The soothing and mere presence of the girl calmed Krilo's nerves. But a sense of envy lingers in his heart. Deep down he wanted a girl companion that he can caress into. His tragic past means that he has not experienced intimate relationships with opposite genders.

Krilo suddenly released a huge moan through his beak. His leg autopilots to a stack of cardboard boxes in the corner. It is the only bed available to protect one's body from the coldness of the prison stone floor.

***

'Throw that damned pet away!' screamed George to his little brother. Scared, his little bro was running away from him. He was furious at what his brother's cat had done. A foul stench pierced his smelling senses to a point that he immediately grabbed a bunch of tissue.

He grabs the smelly lump of poop with a tissue and throws it away far enough. Didn't give the slightest concern if it ends up in a neighbor's territory or even lands on their face. He didn't care about his behavior to the world. He knew how cruel he was but pretended to not care.

His aunt constantly scolded poor George and his little brother. A slightest mistake could cost their food ration per day to be cut by half. Intensive house chores were no stranger in their daily routine. On top of that, no school and no world outside their small home.

Meanwhile the aunt wandered off who knows where. With booze on her left hand and one of her 'lovers' circling her right arms, she came home late in the evening. The brother's eye occasionally peeked through a small gap in the door. Seeing those couples making love immediately the moment their bums touched the sofa.

The brothers stared vividly. Not just once a month, or once a week … it's always three or four times a week when the couple came and were making love. The boys watch, and watch. The first time it is unbearable, the second, third and so on time … it becomes an addiction.

One night. They had an idea to record it. So that they had something to relieve their stress in the past time. On the same night, the camera indicator rang loudly. It caught them off guard, but not just them, the two lovers heard that too. The aunt rushed to their bedroom like a wild angry boar as the lover ran away from the house.

The boys immediately rushed on their bed. Feeling of panic engulfed their thoughts but the aunt grabbed them by their hair and smashed both of their heads upon the brick wall.

Her words were as sharp as her force.

'Why don't you two die with my sister?'

'I can't afford to feed a deadweight piece of s*it!'

But George endured. That is what he taught himself and his brother. Unfortunately his brother fainted after several head smashing.

The torture then stopped, without remorse, the aunt went away and screamed in anguish. Meanwhile George lied down with his not-so bloody head. He was able to got up to his unconscious brother. Red liquid from his head was sticking on George's hand.

No professional medical staff were dispatched. The now sober auntie did not acknowledge little brother's condition, instead she harshly told George to take care of him. So that she would not become the suspect. Prior to that incident, the little brother was slowly getting better … for a moment.