CHAPTER TWO
KINDFELD
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A relatively bustling city comes into view as I raise my arm to shield my still adjusting eyes from the blinding sunlight.
I just got out of the retro-styled diner, still feeling a bit bad and gloomy about what happened inside there. I don't understand, even after a few weeks of this I'm never gonna be used to it.
But whining won't get us anywhere. My memories are still in a mess, I can't even remember Krause well, though trusting him is not an issue as a fragment of my memories showed me how close we both were, and logically speaking, I didn't have anyone else to rely on.
After moments of walking, Krause says under his breath. "Kayndfeld?" Following his eyesight toward the building before us, we gaze at the huge and shiny, silver plated signage that shows Kindfeld written on it with gold linings.
"It's Kintfelt." I correct his pronunciation of the city's name. "What are we doing in the City Hall?"
He looks at me, seemingly pondering whether to tell me the truth or not. "Better to just show you, Vick."
I realize he called me Vick (still as awful as the last nickname), but that hardly matters right now when I'm trying to deduct the reason we're going inside the City Hall. I knew he wasn't gonna tell me the truth, but he handled that pretty well, I realized it a week after we landed on Kindfeld - he has extraordinary social skills.
Frankly, the guy's a package. A demeanor of a decorated and respected soldier, and a body that goes with that, too. His face screams model behind the war-like scars that covers his face and body. Adding to his demeanor, he carries a countenance that looks kind and caring yet strict and disciplined all at the same time. He is also a bit eloquent, most probably through his acquired complete formal education, although his rhetoric cannot be compared to mine. But lastly, and most importantly, he is incredibly, impossibly strong; a trait I seem to have forgotten to level-up during my times of development - childhood and adolescence years - but I am by far not weaker than a normal human being, in fact I pack quite a punch when absolutely needed.
We walk straight through security, feeling a bit odd just as I passed a guard, glancing everywhere as if to make sure the guards won't just tackle me suddenly.
Two weeks and three days. My memory consists of that little time; bits and pieces do pop out every once in a while but all that's gotten me is the mundane stuff, the most important ones are all gone.
All these questions filling my head every day and it keeps on increasing without one being answered. Who am I really? Why do I say and think things that makes sense yet I have no fucking idea about them? An inspiring leader? Who was I?! Ugh. Getting angry at myself won't do any good... But it does feel fucking good to be angry.
I crack my head and fists, pumping myself up, and as soon as I glare at the guard next to me a voice rustles next to me. "Don't..."
I lift my arm and grip the guard's neck left to me, with my free hand reaching for his gun. I pull my thumb down the hammer of the revolver and immediately, with agile hands, lift it to meet the other guard's face with my muzzle.
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Two shots, each for both eyes.
I hear a sigh near me and suddenly I feel my left hand wet. Blood dripping down my hand that was gripping the guard's neck. I turn my gaze toward Krause whose fist just turned lethal. Literally. One punch just blew half the guard's face off.
"Hahahaha!!" I just laugh at the scene. This fucking guy just blew someone's head off with only one punch. Nuts, I say! Well, that is to be expected.
Krause is my right-hand man, capable of a lot of things needed by being my lieutenant, strength being one of them, and this guy is a fucking monster.
"Krause, you ridiculous fucking monster." I saw it, very slightly, but my eyes are faster than ever before. "Why? You got a problem with me now, Little Siggy?"
The guy fucking sighed in front of me, giving him all that training and educating for this-
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(Krause's Mind)
There he goes again. Killing for no utter reason.
Well, he's the boss, can't just let him do this by himself.
I make a fist with my right and shift my weight, adjusting my body to a fighting position he taught me. One blow is enough. And I'm right.
Viktor calls me a monster. That doesn't make sense, if I'm a monster, then what is he? Did he not realize that his grip was the only reason that half the guard's neck is ripped off? He didn't even so much as nudge when I actually punched really hard at that guy.
He always does this, making me look like I'm strong, making me feel strong, but I know his true strength, and I just feel ridiculed to even be complimented for a small feat as this.
Being called Little Siggy though... That really brings back some good memories, but also a single really bad one. Last time he called me that, I failed to protect what he cares about most. "Sigh."
Just as I sighed, Viktor falls sideways. Catching him is easy, but knowing that I have to carry him all the way to the mayor's office just makes me feel weak in the knees. Eighty kilograms? That is bull-crap. I would rather carry a hundred kilogram bodybuilder than an unconscious Viktor.
He uses some kind of martial-art thing that lets his body maintain eighty kilograms yet apply force triple his weight, and he unconsciously applies this force downwards all the time, even sleeping... Even when he's out cold.
Sigh
I just can't stop sighing inwards and outwards sometimes. Viktor is usually a headache already, but sometimes he just utterly exceeds expectations, by that I mean these outbursts. While I do like complaining about him, I actually hate myself more for complaining and knowing that all this is my fault.
It's a good thing that the City Hall is usually completely devoid of people at this time of day when the sun is out shining too brightly at a summer's day, especially with most people going to that festival near the ports.
The receptionist definitely saw us though. "Hello, miss-" I turn my lips upwards making the best smile I could as he taught me to, while my eyes sneak a peek over her name tag. "Sonya."
During these situations it's quite better to try and appeal to her as normal as possible, despite how horrified she might have been. Well, I might be wrong on that part as her face is showing quite the calm expression.
"You just pressed the alarm, didn't you?"
Even without her answering, I know the answer to my own question.
Sigh
I just can't keep on sighing all over the place.
I focus my attention on my ears, closing my eyes. I hear footsteps, heavy but precise, I'd say these guys were well-trained.
But no matter how strong, quick, or well-trained a man is, they will not be able to overcome me.