‘I used to think I‘m human…’
“It's a game we're not allowed to tell anyone about its rules. But… can you save him for me, Davante?”
The long-haired teen opened and closed his mouth, hesitating before he decided on an answer.
‘But reality is different… I am a monster…’
“I'm sorry…”
‘Still, a human cannot be a hero for everyone. And a monster…’
“I'm only human…”
‘A monster cannot help anyone.’
“I'm no hero…”
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The Red Flower
Chapter. 15
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Javi stiffly looked down, “Don't talk like you know everything about me.”
“Haha,” Ellmer took deliberate steps and stood beside the glaring man, closing his eyes as he smiled in fake laughter, “Weren't you the one who started this 'I know it all' game?” cold red eyes stared back at ocean blue ones, “Do you feel like judging others now just because you're nice to everyone? Faking kindness won't get you anywhere. I believe you know that.”
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“Shut up…” said Javi with a clenched jaw.
“It must be easy for you to do whatever you want. You easily get everything you want after all, right, rich boy? People go out of their way to protect you, but do you care? You left everyone behind to start a new life full of lies,” Ellmer’s smile grew wider and colder with each word thrown at the other’s face.
“And you still have the guts to show your face to your cousin after what you did to his leg.”
“Oops—” Ellmer easily dodged the expected coming blow to his side, “Calm down,”
Ellmer kneed the other’s side forcefully and with ease, elbowing the back of Javi’s head with a smirk, sending him face-first to the floor. He stood tall and towered over the fallen brown head, eyeing him in contempt, “You really can't do anything when you're angry, huh?”
The other remained silent and lay still on the floor.
“You also were sent to kill Davante Fixsen. Stop preaching about protecting your 'friend', you hypocrite. Mind your own business if you want to go on with your pitiful life.”
Ellmer turned around to leave; however, a hand grabbed his ankle and stopped him. Ellmer suppressed a sigh and carefully turned to look back at Javi; he widened his eyes at the sight of the other, alarmed at the empty face with burnt ashes-like black color without apparent eyes or any facial expression, alarmed at the dark shadow sprawled down on the floor.
Ellmer was too late to react before he was forcefully pulled and sent to the floor. With a slight groan, he opened his eyes to find 'the deadly shadow' hovering above him.
“YOU KNOW NOTHING. NOTHING.”
Ellmer silently panicked at seeing the black hand slowly moving to where his heart resided. The shadow moved its face closer creepily to him and whispered in his chilling voice, “N.O.T.H.I.N.G.”
He winced at the increasing piercing pain he felt in his heart as the black fingers danced above the area. He was about to react quickly when suddenly he heard a thud and found the shadow lying unconscious beside him on the floor, slowly retreating back to the normal Javi. He pushed himself into a sitting position, and the pain instantly disappeared. He became aware of the additional person in the empty hallway, standing tall with his left hand raised slightly.
Bewildered, Ellmer stared up at the sharp black eye looking down at him, “Neron… Anfinrud…?”
Said person looked coldly at the other with a stoic face and said calmly, “Don't play with fire if you know its danger.” The purple-haired guy glanced at the unconscious Javi, looking at the face and necklace gradually regaining their original colors. “Take care of him until he wakes up, then talk like adults,” he turned to leave but gave a side look to Ellmer, “Next time, try to talk about a serious matter like this somewhere private. You’re lucky no one but me heard your talk. Also—” His eye hardened at the silent red-eyed person, “I'm Neron Crawford.”
He left, leaving Ellmer with Javi passed out on the floor. Ellmer sighed and looked at the other beside him, “Yeah… I was kinda stupid this time…”
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The quiet room at night was filled with low groans and whimpers as Davante kept tossing around in his sleep in a cold sweat. He finally opened his eyes blearily and noticed Yeolard standing beside his bed in the dark. He shot up from the bed. However, the moment he was fully awake… there was no one. He forced himself to calm his breathing, ‘Am I hallucinating now…?’
He looked to Elois' side of the room and found the other asleep with his back to him. He sat silently for a while until he heard a familiar tapping in a pattern sounding like a tune.
He listened intently…
Tap… Tap -Tap… Tap… Tap -Tap… Tap—
He followed with his eyes the source of the sound toward the balcony. He slowly stood up and walked barefoot on the cold floor, then carefully opened the door… “Karl…”
The woman greeted him with a gentle smile, leaning back on the railings with the distant night lights behind her back.
“Glad you still remember our sign, Davante.”
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The End of CH. 15