"...ger, Roger."
Roger opened his eyes and saw Justine stopping the elevator from closing.
He looked down, seemed like he was daydreaming. But, he did feel someone who was hungry for blood.
Roger walked out of the elevator, not looking at Justine.
Justine's brow arced up. "Are you scared, little man? Don't worry I won't eat you." then he tapped Roger's shoulder making Roger stiff.
Every reaction Roger did was under Justine's eyes. He was starting to have a little doubt in his heart, but at the same time he still keeps up his vigilance. Who knows if the kid was just acting.
Roger could feel it. There were other dangerous people in here, and his blood flows in an uncontrollable direction.
He clenched his fist trying to calm himself, that feeling was coming up again.
That disgusting feeling he had been controlling.
He shouldn't feel this way, so why was it happening again?
It should be only once a year. Why now?
Justine could sense the weirdness of the kid. He thought if it was right to bring the child to that place or not.
But Roger could be one f them and was the only clue he knew. This kid might even help them out to find the main culprit.
Justine gulped a lot of air and bring the child along the way and stopped in front of the glass room.
On the opposite were three children who were exact replica of what Roger saw, in his vision a moment ago.
Justine was observing Roger when he faced those three, and the child's reaction was like a boulder that couldn't move him, giving him more hope than before.
This child...
Was he really...
Justine calmed himself down. If he was truly was, wasn't that also mean that the child was very dangerous.
He viewed the pitiful children on the other side of the mirror, but what could see in his eyes was not pity, but rather a disgust.
These children had killed a lot of their soldiers, and they killed them with relish.
It happened a year ago.
He could never forget how these children enjoying themselves from listening to how their fellow brothers suffer in their killing spree, and during that time one of his sworn brothers was killed.
How many were they already, he wasn't sure if it were 10 or more, he couldn't count? All he was that the fact never changed, he wanted to know who was this cold-blooded mastermind and stop him.
He didn't want to see more of his people die, more of his friends suffer. He didn't want to see the same thing that happened 7 years ago.
Yes, not only once these things occur but twice, and during those times he was one of those survivors.
It was the greatest pain for him, if only he could die along with his brothers but he couldn't. He still has a family waiting for him.
But every time he remembered the things that happened, especially 7 years ago, it was a nightmare that he hopes to wake up.
That 7 years ago was still fresh in his mind when a certain little boy killed a hundred soldiers, with his unidentified appearance.
What they remembered was that child was like a death god sweeping away the lives of people like it was nothing. Bathing in blood, watching people shout in agony and pain.
He was still not a commander at that time, he was just one of the soldiers in the barrack.
They were having their normal training when that child suddenly ambushed and kill his brothers that night.
He was unable to do anything, he was so weak.
Normally, he would hate children after but he had a kid the same age like that.
He believes that it was not that child's fault, not until these three children appear. Killing his comrades as if just pulping balloon.
Now, all Justine just want was that this whole thing to be stopped.
He wanted to give justice to his friends and fellow soldier even if he needed to use a child.
And Roger could be the key to all of these. He inhales lightly and asked Roger. "Tell me, Roger. Why do you think they are being held like that?"
Roger's lips turned to a straight line. He got a choice to answer him the same in his vision a moment ago or change it.
In the end, he replied with "I don't know," making Justine's heart felt a little dejected.
Was he wrong? But the eyes and the hair of the child were different from the original he had when he was young, or Tristan took the wrong kid.
No, that was impossible.
Maybe the child was acting like he had no idea but actually knew. He should not easily give up. "Those children. They are dangerous."
Roger eyed Justine, who stared back at him.
Roger's blood was boiling, he wanted to do something but if he didn't control himself they would find out. He has been hiding things for long years, and he won't be allowed them to be destroyed just because of what his body feeling.
Just like before, silently enduring those pain and suffering until the right moment to attack.
"How about you Roger? Are you dangerous?" Questioned Justine. Roger wanted to answer what do you think but he decided to turn silent.
"Those children..." Justine continued when Roger didn't reply. "They had killed my comrade in arms." He said these words with his eye raging with fire. "And they did it with joy on their face."
Roger touched his face.
Who knew what he was thinking, but his eyes dart on the children at the other side of the mirror, then move to Justine.
Justine's curiosity up, every time he remembers those it was like a hidden pain stabbing his heart over and over again. The pain on his face was almost visible, but Roger couldn't understand that.
It was just they were killed, what's the problem with that?
What's the difference between dying early, and dying after? Both were the same. They all still die.
Just like how his father died.
Just thinking how his father died at that time gave him a but inexplicable joy.
After his father died, he didn't need to suffer, he didn't need to be treated like trash. He was free.
Without Roger noticing, a small arc was formed at the corner of his lips.
"Roger." Called out Justine waking him from his ...or. He glanced at the man wondering. "Sorry, you see such unsightly sight of me."
Roger didn't really care.
In his eyes, everything was the same. So what does it matter?
This was the point where one of the three suddenly moved. It was the frozen child.
He opened his eyes and suddenly wailed in anguished. His eyes started to cry but what flow from it was not the normal crystal liquid rather it was red crystal.
And when it said red crystal, it was like an ice crystal, flowing out from the corner of his eyes.
The pupil had a tint of red covering the whole pupil, then from the pupil, a black ink-like vein tainted his sclera.
At the same time, a loud red alarm was heard on the whole floor.
The child was trying to break free out of his bound, as an indistinguishable pain cover his body.
His face was cracking, and the whole face looked so disgusting because you could see the blood that turned ice.
The muscle and bone could be seen from the cracked skin. It made one want to puke but in the eyes of Roger, it was very fascinating.
Justine held up Roger and pulled the child away, but the said child was still watching, with curiousity and tsk escape from his lips.
"We need to leave, if that child breaks away, everyone will die," Justine exclaimed with a pale face.
They had fought with those three children and a lot of casualties happened.
If they won't escape this time, they would die.
They entered the elevator and Justine tried to close the door.
When suddenly a sound of crashing glass had been heard from where the children were, and the temperature begins to stagnant.
Justine's face turned whiter and blue.
He was just wanted to see if Roger knew them, but why did these things happen at this time?!
His heart turned cold, as the preceding danger could be felt going near them.
Once those children are freed, all of them will die.