Third Person
Paris, France: Paris Police Department
No matter many times he reminded the happenings on the day of the crimes, he'll always end up having a black inked part. His insanity was slowly leaving him, but the thought of her girl acts like a chain to hold him upright. It was foolish of him to admit to those crimes, but the shreds of evidence and witnesses confirm a lot of doubts.
It was already useless. He was facing a trial and his lawyer already spoke to him. The only way to include salvation is if they get the records of the confirmation of his disorders from her psychiatrist who wasn't available at the moment. In the meantime, he was confined in a standard cell, the walls are grey and everything seemed intended for him. There is one polished toilet and a shiny mirror on the left side while on the opposite side was a single bed with newly bought pillows and blankets.
The other inmates in front of him kept whistling to get his attention. They thought the boy was kept in an individual cell because he was needed to be separated from the bulky body prisoners— Little did they know, he was separated because they cannot afford to clean a blood bath full of broken limbs and gouged out organs.
He was perceived as a dangerous animal and off-limits from other human contacts.
"Heinz, you have a visitor."
His thoughts were interrupted by a policewoman striking the bars of his cell to make an ear ripping metal bangs to get his attention. He stood up and like a runway model walked down the aisle with pedophiles and perverts waving at him, taking out all the perversive and offensive words they could give off. He ignored them and let the news give them a clue about who he is.
Once they get to the visiting area, he looked up and instantly knew who was visiting him. The glowing light emitting from the man on the far corner. It was peculiar for Saccharide to meet the 25-year-old reincarnated soul without his silver mask, concealing his handsome pale face. There were no bodyguards around or his annoying ginger headed boyfriend added relief to the boy's nerves.
"I saw on T.V." Zephyr Collins or by his celebrity name, Silver stated when the female guard left the convicted teen to sit opposite to him, while still watching closely from afar.
Saccharide sighed and adjusted his posture, "Everybody saw it on T.V."
Zephyr gave the boy a paper bag with lunch boxes inside. The grey-haired boy's eyes sparkled, they never got to serve him lunch. It's either to annoy him or they just forgot, but he doesn't care anymore as he chomped down on the crunchy bread fried in butter, while the aromatic sear of the salmon made his buds salivate.
"Thank you," he smiled and a drip of gravy escaped the side of his lips. After taking the food down his gorge and finishing the bountiful meal, Saccharide closed the lid and set it aside, "I wonder if Raine already ate," His smile became sadder than the initial, and wished to see the girl, but he was the one who requested to not let the girl know about his condition.
"She should be," Zephyr muttered, "Adalric brought them foods. He canceled our trip just to visit your girlfriend in the hospital—"
Saccharide's temper got the best of him and sprung out of his seat to grab Zephyr's collar, "Who the fuck is Aldaric, and why the heck does he care about Raine?!"
But before the enraged male could take things farther, Zephyr made him sit again and whispered, "It's Bronze..."
The vine-like veins on his temples became more visible, Saccharide exclaimed, "The son of a bitch!"
"Keep your voice low. I'm trying to keep this conversation longer and your male temper is not going to ruin it," With his eyebrows furrowed, Zephyr said seriously, "I don't know much about law, but I'll offer to be your witness..."
The blue-haired lad prepared himself for a long time of thinking but Saccharide answered faster than expected, "No," — before smiling warmly, "But thanks for the offer Angel Daire..."
"Call me Zephyr, It'll be weird if we keep calling each other Angel names and celebrity nicknames, Saccharide," Zephyr kept his voice down.
Closing his eyes in contemplation of what was about to happen, he stood up and the alert guard started striving for him to guide him back to his cell, "Alright, Zephyr. Thanks for the visit, but I don't think you can turn the tables..."
The blue-haired adult requested the guard to give them more time, "Hear me out first," Zephyr sighed as they sat in sync, both awaiting the conversation.
"Our manager keeps a record of every lucky VIP's who got to spend time with us," Zephyr started while the other one listened, "Now, I know this sounds like cheating, but even if those guests didn't show up, he always writes on the record that they are complete in attendance and enjoyed the time,"— the last statement made Saccharide's cunning ears perk up.
But calculating the situation, he concluded, "It won't work..."
Zephyr cleared his throat and explained, "Look, IXCents is a popular group. If we become a witness on this case, you'll gain people's power," he ended, but was shocked when he heard the other male laugh.
"See, now you're talking showbusiness— This is Politics," Saccharide pointed out.
Zephyr looked at him confusedly and asked, "What's the difference?"
Saccharide spoke with wisdom, "When celebrities like you speak, people will take it as an entertainment and believe in it..."
"That's the point, many people will believe it, you'll have an alibi," Zephyr added a little volume in his voice but was still trying to keep it low.
"The court will not believe the people neither the biggest celebrities. Democracy is a lie. Everything is run by the law," With a grim vocal, Saccharide spoke out the truth like Moses commanding the sea to split, "Even God left Ten Commandments for us to follow..."
The blue-haired boy slackened his shoulders a little and asked with doubt in his time, "Did you really do those crimes?"
"I don't know what's real anymore, but the pieces of evidence were clear. Even if I escape here with a sick-in-the-head reason, they'll still lock me up in a padded room. After they treat my disorder, I will still serve jail time for 20 years," Saccharide explained without sparing anytime to catch his breath.
"For someone who breaks the law, you're pretty good at it..." Zephyr complimented amidst the heavy atmosphere, "Oh now I'm curious if you're still in the right body, Angel Caliber," He was about to stand up and carry the paper bag on the side, but it was the grey-haired boy's turn to make him stay of a short while.
"About that," A new expression bloomed on his face, he was shy to ask, but his face was all over the media.
Silently he cursed himself for feeling the need to ask the question, but after all the killing he has done, what's left to be embarrassed about?
"Go on," Zephyr helped him spill the tea after noticing the pullback expression from the boy, "Fire away," he motioned his hands forward so, the boy could finally speak.
Biting his lower lip before answering, Saccharide looked around to see if there are anyone near them that could hear their conversation. After making the reassurance for himself"If Bronze or Aldaric— or whatever fucking name he has— was the reason why you died," Saccharide made the other male chuckle to his rude comment, "Why are you destined to be with him now?"
"Odds, am I right?" Zephyr smiled and nodded to his question before explaining the state of his life, "I just don't want to admit it, but maybe he's the right path for me. You see, sometimes, the angels destine you to one person only. During your last life, your soul will lead you to that person..."
Fear was awakened, while the hope died like a candle when he heard those words. Saccharide didn't anticipate those answers would bother him so much. They say Learning is fun. Apparently, learning that Raine was just another one of the lessons to teach him about love then, him, being imprisoned was the right path.
It's heartbreaking than expected—
"Specifically, you'll only find true love at the last count of your chances while the ones before that were just lessons used for your character reflection," he continued.
"I- I'm lost," Saccharide stuttered and held his head when it started to pound. His stomach twisted in knots and his heart galloped like horse hooves on race, "Does that mean Raine was just another one of the lessons?"
"The body's soul and your soul combine when you Reincarnate," "Here's my theory on this, it's not just your characteristics, memories, and abilities can combine—" The older male took a big inhale before continuing to stabilize the person opposite to him, "Even your feelings could merge..."
"Then," His throat was blocked by something and his nose stung as his voice came out more like a whimper, "What the fuck does this mean?"
"It means, our feelings of love can be influenced by the initial soul of the body. You may love a person as Saccharide, but there is a great possiblity that you're not loving them as Caliber," Zephyr explained and closed his eyes for another wave of truth about their lives as Reincarnated souls.
"Your life now is a lie," The blue-haired man finally said, "Angels use us to get Humanity back in place. Because we are operated by our desires, they know we'll follow what was stored for us..."
Saccharide looked down and his bangs covered his eyes. His shaking hands on the table made the other male sigh and silent. They spent a half minute waiting for the other to respond until Zephyr decides to be the bigger man to wreck the silence, "Maybe you're right... Democracy never existed," Saccharide looked up to that statement and they stared in each other's eyes, while the light surrounding them showed the reverence given by the Heavens.
Saccharide continued his statement, "Even in the heavens..."
"Which is now why you might consider this next option," Zephyr was saving those line for quite long and this moment was finally the one suitable for the line to be established.
Not so curious sounding, Saccharide asked, hoping for a better offer, "What?"
...
Suddenly, the bell rang and it indicated the end time of the visiting hours. Two guards strived to get Saccharide back on his feet and lead him to his cell. Another guard guided Zephyr out of the visiting room, the blue-haired boy kept his eye contact with the convicted teen as they dragged him gently towards the door.
When he was back inside his lonely cold cellar, the surroundings were silent and other sounds were omitted by his hearing. All he could hear was Zephyr's words before the bell rang, "Use your remaining lives," he repeated like one of the lines he was supposed to recite at the theater performance, "Use the remaining democracy in you to get out of this situation..."
This decision will take a long time to ponder about. And a suitable place to do it is inside his lion's den where he was the only lion lurking around.