Hart

"Shit! What, don't tell me you already want to listen to my story? But no, guys, calm down a bit... you're unbelievable. So weren't you afraid I would tell you an inaccurate and, above all, faked story without you being able, to tell the truth from the false? "

Friedrich must have something chasing him. I can't keep my calm and be serious when I think the person he's chasing is also the person I'm looking for now. But the hilarious thing about it is that this person is his grandson's boyfriend, whom he keeps away from and is some kind of threat to his own son. It's funny how nature likes to play with the human mind. But whatever, I am not here to talk about this hag...

When we tell our own story, we often embellish it and forget the essentials. I'm talking about our misdeeds, the things we've done that we haven't been very proud of all our lives, or the things we've done but blamed someone else instead of taking responsibility for our mistakes and stupidities.

Well, I'll tell you, I don't care what I do or don't do. I love my life, and I love what I do with it. It's my choice; nobody can make me regret the lifestyle I chose to lead. No one can blame me for being myself and making me sick for who I am. I take responsibility, and that's what's important.

Two years ago, I was put on the trail of someone to hunt him down and kill him, but I failed the mission like a rookie because that little smartass got the hell out of me and almost put me in the shame of my life, but I'm a patient and persistent person.

He has a knack for slipping slowly and discreetly out of your field of vision without you realizing it. He made a mistake that led me to him. He stopped on his night outings to rescue someone, a woman who was being mugged in the streets.

But what was she doing there so late? I don't know, but shouldn't she be at home doing whatever it takes to care for her husband and children instead of being out on the street at such a late hour?

If it were up to me, many unpleasant things would have happened to her before my eyes without me daring to move my pretty little ass to help her. It's her problem, not mine.

I don't like people putting themselves in weird and unsafe situations and expecting someone to come and risk their lives to help them out of this mess. I'm not telling you, but it puts me out of my mind and inspires me with nothing but disgust.

So in these cases, I can do nothing but watch them suffer before my eyes instead of helping them, and I sometimes help knock them out. Ah ah, no, don't look at me like that. It's all me, and I am not here to embellish my story just for the sake of pleasing you.

But hey, everyone around me knows me as the one who helps people, has a big heart, or volunteers to help others when a horrendous situation happens in my surroundings.

Ah, it's my cover, but believe me, if you want it, I don't feel empathy for anyone. I'm doing my job, and that's it. I can be who I want to be, when, and how.

I have a gift for slipping into other people's shoes, which is highly confusing, even though I sometimes wonder about my true nature. Am I human or some kind of god lost among these disgusting and fragile beings?

If Aim can be called the ghost, I don't know what I can call myself. Maybe I'm a chameleon, or even worse because I'm dangerous. I'm not a narcissist or anything like that. I know myself better than anyone, so I'm telling you my truth.

I'm indifferent to everything, but no one will know because I'm a good actor. I know how to blend into the atmosphere and play comedy. I know how to go unnoticed like a ghost, but I'm the type to show myself, to be under the spotlights in the heat of the action. I am an adrenaline addict.

I like to hide under the gaze of my target without them noticing anything because the disappointment and the destabilization that I read in their eyes are, in a way, very satisfying. It makes me feel high; it's like a drug for me, and that's how I know I did a hell of a good job...

That's what I love, and it gives me a kind of uncontrollable joy. I gloat at each of my missions when these idiots cannot realize my subtlety. Am I that subtle? I don't even know.

Aim: He is a scarce and fascinating specimen. He has no equal. Yet I have to admit it, I am. If even my dear Aim couldn't see through my game, I can't blame the other pigeons I've plucked to the bone.

He indeed has some difficulty recognizing emotions, but he's not stupid. I even admire him. I can even say that I'm a fan of this well-educated and sometimes clumsy little boy, but that's when he panics. While he struggles with his daily torments, he has time to deal with those of others. What a bore!

He acts like a big boy, but for me, he will remain a cute baby, fragile around the edges, to whom I have to pay a lot of attention too. Although he may seem harmless to you, he is a tough guy. Like me, he knows how to hide his game well, but he is different. We are not made of the same material. I am quite the opposite.

He has trouble understanding people and the nuances of everyday life. Still, I do it very well, except that I choose not to feel any attachment, sympathy, or anything human towards humankind.

They are sneaky and ungrateful beings. It is far too much work to worry about the feelings and needs of others when you are not even damned to watch over yours properly.

It's too much work to care for myself and others simultaneously, so I choose to get rid of it unless I need it to coax someone into my pocket.

I can put myself in anyone's shoes to gain their trust to better smother them in their sleep and strip them of all that they have good in them, not to mention their material possessions, all that is dear to that person who makes that person who he is.

I prefer those who are still pure and whose innocence is still intact, like Aim.

No, no, I'm not the devil or whatever name you're about to call me. I'm human in a way, let's say, but I don't have the same needs as you.

This madness to be loved by all, to have others' recognition, and to be acclaimed is not my cup of tea. I like to feel good about the pleasures I offer myself.

These pleasures lie in extorting what is good in others and leaving them as shit as they are. I like to rejoice when there is pain. It's fun. I assure you, you won't get bored with me. I always have tricks up my sleeves. I'm a kind of magician.

With Aim, it's something completely different. It's a whole different feeling. I can't wait to show him my real face. I teach him things like the poor, the injured, and the miserable kitten he is. I put him on his feet to better strip him of everything he has and who he is.

I have never seen someone so innocent, humble, and pure as he. He is humble and wise despite what he has and who he is. It must only be a facade to fool others.

I assure you, it will be ecstasy to see his blue eyes change shades inhumanly, the disappointment spread all over his handsome face and such.

I'm already jubilant at the mere idea of ​​thinking of him with his tail between his legs toppling over when he realizes that the pillar of their little group of stupid friends is indeed his worst nightmare. I have so much to enjoy that I can't wait to see his scowl and jaded face.

With his alacritous mind and super brain, I thought he would quickly realize my shenanigans. Still, I realized that there are things he can't discern as promptly as a purposely slipped error into a chemical equation.

I said, "ah, the icing on the cake." I'm going to make a mouthful of him. " Since then, I can't sleep without dreaming of him. This child is himself a kind of enigma for me, and I admire him. You must know that. It's not like I hate him; I have nothing against him; it's just a job.

How does someone different from ordinary mortals feel so attached and even almost indebted to them? He should feel superior to them, like me, compared to these lousy people, since he has nothing to do with them.

He has the potential to become one of my disciples if I ever want one of these days, but he is far too concerned with the fate of humans for me to take him under my wing correctly. Plus, I already have something on fire with him.

What a waste! I would have liked to meet you in other circumstances, my little one.

I burst out laughing and clapped my hands. I want to see how far he can go to help these poor, lost souls. He cares about them way more than he cares about himself, and I wonder how it will be to face him in single combat.

Hay, caramba, it will be the foot. I feel the ecstasy of this moment going through the vessels of my body.

These idiots! I trusted them, but it seemed that I would have to do everything alone. I asked them to slither a simple piece of information here and there, but it seemed they all started to fall in love with the poor little darling baby bird.

I didn't think so for Hansley. He was the one who showed the least emotions, yet he was the second to worry about the state of the other after Jade's outburst.

And stupid Jade, I thought he'd jump at the chance since the offer is equal to his pocket money since his parents stopped sending him money a while ago. Hmm (chuckle demonic).

I did him a favor so that he could grow up and come out from under the dominance of his suffocating and intense parents, but he refused to take the perch that I extended to him. He preferred Aim's gratitude to economic power.

He's stupid as two left feet. He was the first to spill the beans to Aim, yet he's the most cunning and devious of the band. What's going on?

And the latter, I did not expect him to react like this. Given the importance of his facelessness, I expected him to start panicking at the news. He didn't even flinch. It didn't worry him that much. He just wanted to pay Jade not to hear about the situation anymore.

It's impressive! It almost overwhelmed me to see him act like an average human for once. When I think he paid for our research, suspended like magic, I can't stop giggling. Oh, yes, I'm indeed a magician, hehe. I tend to forget that sometimes.

Ethan, our little open book, is even more impressive. Of all the people able to amaze me, he was the last name on my list. He just drooled something everyone will see with a critical eye since he knows we all hate how teachers tend to put us down or want to turn our heads against ourselves to push us into depression.

They always want more, and they demand even more if you get tricked into their little game. Sometimes they even let you do their job for them after they strut around in front of an audience, grabbing all the credit.

Ethan told me everything except the fact that he got the call. He didn't even tell me about his concern like Hensley did. It was like he wasn't one of the people I contacted to get some info on Aim, yet he was the first one I called.

He was the only one who we knew was madly in love with the other; maybe he was disappointed by Aim's choice. While this one keeps him aside like a kind of spare wheel to discuss his emotional setbacks and to have free advice, it is Ewen who enjoys all the affection he would have liked to have for himself.

I don't know what he's got in mind and what he intends to do, but I'm waiting to see the rest of the events with him. That's what's surprising about humans; they have their own style to surprise you.

Love sucks. It's the most bitter feeling that can exist. When it doesn't find what it needs to flourish, it comes back to you like a slap in the face. And when that fucking weird feeling hits you, it hurts more than getting run over by a bulldozer.

So that's why I refrain from bonding with anyone, and this by any means possible; friendship or love, empathy or sympathy, I distance myself from any kind of stupid feelings or emotions that make me feel foolish and ridiculous. I have better things to do than waste my time on crap like that.

I'm not saying you should follow me; it's up to you. It's none of my business, and I'm afraid I might change my mind on the subject one day. Only one person is worth my love and cherishing, and that is me.