RUHBY REED'S POINT OF VIEW

"Men, get that body out of here now. Take it to Dr. Raphael, see if he can find out why this guy collapsed."

Verith immediately left as soon as she saw what her grandson had done. I still can't believe it. That thing, it was much faster than me and looked very strong. I'm sure I would have a hard time fighting it, but, this guy, he dominated that Abnormality like it was no big deal. It's not like he was faster or stronger than that thing, but it looked like he could see into the future, that thing couldn't hit him no matter how hard he tried.

I wanted the Blue Marshal to see that.

After tidying up the mess the anomaly had made in the department, I see that Azazel has been waiting for me, sitting down in one of the chairs that had been left standing.

I guide him into my office, leaving the rest of the mess to the policemen who worked there on the second floor.

I sit in my chair, staring at him as I try to remember what we were talking about before all this happened.

What a full day.

AZAZEL GRANGER POINT OF VIEW

"So Ruhby, you explained to me about several things, you told me that my whole life is a lie, you arrested me in the act when I killed my father, my grandfather made me kill a man inside the police station. Which sentence should I expect, death or perpetual? "

At that moment I just wanted to get it over with. In the world I lived in, killing one's father in cold blood, being caught in the act, and on top of that, killing a man inside the police station was a different way to commit suicide, but considering that by the way my life was all a lie, I don't know if death would be such a bad thing.

(Ruhby): "As for the anomaly death, don't worry about that, the state not only encourages anomaly hunting but also pays the person, according to the level of the anomaly he hunted. There are plenty of bounty hunters out there, although most can't handle a level 5. As for your father's case, this is going to be more complex, but if you can prove in court that your mother manipulated your mind using her anomaly, you are acquitted, and your mother is special class, she is a citizen who would only respond to national or war trials. A common crime like murder involving someone of special rank is not accepted by any prosecutor, so you have no case."

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As much as hearing this takes a weight off my shoulders, I will still throw the blame for my father's death on my mother. I don't want to do that, but, I don't think I have a choice.

(Ruhby): "You can also argue self-defense, say that he was much stronger than you and that he was trying to kill you, and there are other ways out."

While she was talking, her phone rings.

(Ruhby): "Third PD, Second Lieutenant Ruhby, who do I speak to? ... Yes ... Yes sir, immediately sir!"

"Well, it looks like you're going to be busy with some things. I'm going back to my cell, I have a defense to mount."

(Ruhby): "You won't need it. The DA just called me, he said that all charges against you have been dropped, the case has been dismissed, and, everything involving Anthony Reinhardt's death has been put under national secrecy at the request of a Color."

"Looks like my grandfather saved my ass again"

(Ruhby): "That's exactly what I don't understand. When your grandfather walked through the door of the police station I already knew that there would be no case against you, but, the color that requested the secrecy of the case against you was not your grandfather. Well, anyway, you can go Mr. Azazel, I hope to see you again, without that uniform of course."

"My friends call me Zel, I guess, but you can call me that. Thanks for clearing everything up Ruhby."

I walk slowly to my sister's house, hoping my mother will be there.

I've always liked walking, I've always taken long walks, and as much as it's almost two in the morning, the city seems so... Peaceful.

Such a cozy silence, almost impossible to reach. Eventually interrupted by a passing car or someone shouting inside his house, but nothing could catch my attention, my mind, distracted by so many things, finally managing after a whole day to build a solid image of what was happening, of the world that presented itself before me. In my 21 years of life, I can't remember a single day when I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do, what my plans were for at least the next two months, but now I just wanted to know what I was going to say when I met my mother. Should I tell her that I....

A BANG CAN BE HEARD

(Driver): "Damn, what was this guy doing walking around looking up, how could he not notice a truck. Shit, I should have slept at that gas station, what am I going to do, what am I going to tell my wife, that I killed a man? Screw it, you know what, I'm going to get the fuck out of here, this fucking street doesn't have any cameras, if no one saw it, it's going to stay here."

I calmly stand up as the man leaves, my clothes were destroyed by this beating, but it helped me put my head on straight. Apparently not having an E.G.O. is a death sentence in this world, if they know how my body structure works, I could end up a lab rat. I thought, my whole life, that I was different, that I was the freak, that I had to stay hidden behind a face and a book, not changing anybody's life with a crazy that won't die, but, it seems that I finally entered a world where I can be who I am, and I can finally do what I want.