"It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life."
― Terry Pratchett
Chapter 41: A dead after Party
"your .. sense of direction... is a crap"
horrified, i stared at the little man standing beside me.
"i do not" he stared back at me with his famous back stare. this little man might be a kid but he's mature for his own good.
"i really don't, my senses when it comes to direction is good and my memory is great it just that i was distracted" i lazily said and he didn't respond back.
i believe i am not a petty person but i think i'm starting to doubt my self because i could fee the smug feeling slowly appearing in my system.
taking a deep breath we both stared at the town.
we first took the left path but find ourselves in a foreign village. when we took the right path and realize it's not the right one i finally figure out that the path i took earlier was the center.
because i didn't remember taking a turn. yes i mess up badly.
i yawn and let Ethan held my hand as both of us stared at the lanterns in the houses and stores. the road was a mess too.
i could see different kinds of colored paper thrown carelessly on the ground acting as a confetti.
a party was probably held here, both of us turn around to go back to choose the center path when suddenly i heard a cry.
i want to ignore it like how i do whenever i sense trouble but Ethan remained rooted on his feet while staring at the gathering crown.
curious to what he's staring at i stared at the crowd too ad saw a girl holding a dead body in her arms.
my forehead creases.
i don't know if the culprit hates party because as soon as the town calmed down from their hype he decided to kill.
or if he wasn't invited or just a sadist and decided to have a kill now.
if the real reason is one of those reason then he must be sick in his head.
Ethan tugs my hand and i glance at him and saw a bit of curiosity on his blank eyes.
we both walk towards the scene and i unconsciously examined the dead body.
my eyes stared a bit longer on his hand when i notice his nails has a bit of blood and towards his neck that has a scratch.
it looks like he scratch his hands neck so hard that it bleed, but why? when he was clearly stabbed on his stomach countless of times.
i glance at his stomach that are now opened because of continues stabbed and sliced.
"this is a work of Deicide i am sure of it!!!" the girl cried loudly.
all the villagers stared with pity and help her carry the body to make a burial for him.
"poor Abigail her kind father was killed without a reason"
"that's impossible, if deicide really killed him he must have committed an unforgivable sin"
"that's nonsense julio is the kindest baker i have ever met"
i glance slightly at the gossiping duo and inserted my right hand in my pocket and both of us stared walking away.
"dei...cide? who's... that?" i hum and didn't reply to his question causing him to step on my foot.
i hiss not because of the pain but because of annoyance.
"why are you so violent you brat?"
"d...eicide" he ignored my complaint and just stared at me blankly.
this kid is so uncute.
"he's a serial killer that apparently wants to kill all who have sin, a serial killer acting like a goody good shoes"
this kid... i can't believe i'm letting him ordered me around.
"Ezu!!!" the familiar voice snap me out of my annoyance.
i turn to the source and saw my sister smiling slightly towards me.
"you... have.. a friend?"
"sister"
"oh"
i stared at him with bored eyes and nod. he stared back at me still wearing his blank red eyes.
"shocking"
".... damn brat"
"old hag"
"tsk" both of us observes my sister who's taking her time on walking towards me.
look at this not even rushing to greet her favorite person. i'm hurt,
i stared at her hair swaying at every steps she makes, she wave at me when she she finally reach in front of me.
"where have you been?"
"i see you're not worried?"
"of course not i know you'll survive"
i'm happy hearing that but devastated after knowing that she wasn't worried of me. no worries i know she is worried on my being, she's just hiding it.
i feel pathetic damn it.
"anyway i that man wasn't the first victim for today, someone died earlier this morning too with the same method, and earlier night"
why is she telling me this? i have no plan on helping this people.
just her.. oh okay
"you want me to know who's this infamous serial killer?"
she nod vigorously. i took a deep breath and lazily shifted on my feet.
i could sense Ethan's stares at us.
"i see, are the body still here? i might find some clues"
she remained silent for a second and shakes her head as a no.
"well last night when the body was found i suggested that we have to wait for you, because you might want to see it and i'm right. however, Xavier suggested that we bury it out of respect so we all buried it"
my eyebrow rose a bit after hearing the name of the inn's care taker.
"Xavier? why was he with you. if i remember correctly this is far away from the inn"
she smiled lightly and nods at me.
"Yes, i asked him the same question and he said he was sent to an errand in this town, then he decided to stay with me because we're friends"
she brightly smiled
"so bright" i heard Ethan mumbles silently in his breath.
i nod in agreement.
Xavier... if i remember correctly he flinched after hearing that Lilith considers him as her friend. he's accepting it now?.
but why... probably just as he said for respect.
"oh who's this?" i saw my sister staring gently at Ethan.
but the uncute kid just stared at him and turn his head away sharply. i silently winch at his action. if my sister is one of those typical nobles, she will surely accuse him as disrespecting the nobility.
"oi respect your elders damn brat"
he ignored causing me to feel irritated. i don't care if people will viewed me as a person abusing a child.
but i just wanna hit this kid.
restraining my self i placed my hand on top hi head and squeezes it tightly causing him to start whining.
never thought revenge would feel this great.