Why that son of a b*tch had to get caught? He could have used his power to ran away from those polices. After all, those humans are weak against us, Psychopaths. For his mistake, I had to lose one of my men today. Boss is really angry about him. This time he wouldn't able to survive. Maybe the boss wouldn't let him out of that jail. That serves him best. Whatever I just have to do what I have been asked.
"uhh… You might be soo…you..young?" What the hell man? If he can't pronounce my name at least try not to modify it. It meant a totally different meaning.
"Uh...Yes, You can call me Alex. That's my American name."
"oh, right. Alex, Kurama told me about everything. You don't have to worry about anything." Said a middle-aged, slightly winked face, wearing an office shirt underneath his dusty shirt. Then he began walking in the direction of the jail warden. Despite having no choice, I followed him like an obedient dog.
How could he be the Head of the Detective department in CPA 4? Looking this way? I was wondering how he got this job. Due to hurry, I certainly forget to ask Kumura about the detective's name.
"By the way, what's your name mister?" I asked in curiosity.
"My name?" He stopped for a second. After a bit of astounded, he swiftly held his name tag attached to his detective suit and pulled it forward as to show me.
"uhh, Mr. Charles Antony?" I pretended to know him for a long time.
"Yes, that's me. I'm quite famous you know." He said while tilting his head and blushing. Just how did he get this job? This person is way too easygoing.
To break him from his fantasy, I quickly asked him "So, where is the Renar now? The 4th wand?"
Then his grinning face went dark.
"No, the first wand where the special cases went."
As the head of a gang, I somewhat knew how the prison's layout. I did go to the second wand, which was two years ago for a murder case. Kurama was the one who helped get out of that. The prison is divided into three wands.
Such as the third wand, the second wand and the most terrible one is the first wand. Each wand is separated by difficulties.
"That means Renar is going through hell."
"I suppose. Lukas is in charge of his case. He did everything to get information out of him. But that young fellow is hard as a rock. He didn't spill anything. I thought he might have spilled about Kurama."
"Kurama didn't have anything with him now. He needs that dairy only. Noting more nothing less."
"Diary?" he spoke out as in wonder. Then again, he made a face as if he remembered something, "Ouh! Right! He did tell me about some diary. We searched him but didn't find anything like that?"
"You sure about that? He must have hide it somewhere in his body."
"We did a full medical checkup but didn't find anything like that."
A problem arose before me. If the diary wasn't with him. Then where is it now? It is supposed to be with him.
"Can I talk to him?" I asked. If I can meet him that way, I could ask him about where he hide it."
"Yes, sure. Feel free to talk as much as possible. I'm the head of here so I can do that much." He said proudly.
We went inside, he whispered a guard in his ear. Then the guard came near me and said, "This way" I followed as if I was the culprit here. A small yet big room was ahead of me. The guard had taken his time to get me here. Two chairs were placed between a wall in the room. In other words, it's a room for the prisoners to talk with others. The wall in middle was made out of thick glass. Two telephones were placedd on both sides near the wall. A table was attached to the wall for the telephone to be placed. The reason for the telephone was simple, the glass wall was so thick that sound could not be heard from on to the other side.
As seated for more than ten minutes, my legs became numb. Finally, the guard came with the person I was waiting. It was none other than Renar.
I could see how badly he was treated just by looking. His eyes were swollen, cuts appeared on his body. Both of his lips were popped like a red balloon. His glaze was down. But as he saw me, he came near the glass wall, pressing his hand. The guard left the room and stood outside.
"Soo young, You came! You came to save me. I knew it. I was waiting for me." He said cheerfully.
I get the grasp of his hands. The place where fingernails are supposed to be. Renar has none of that. He had no fingernails.
I didn't ask him about that but what I asked was,
"The diary? Where is it?"
"Diary? Did you not come here to save me? To free me from this hell?" He asked in wonder.
He was quite right about that. I didn't come here to save him.
"Kurama gave the order to retrieve the diary from you? Now give me the answer. Where is it?"
"I was with you for a long time. Soo young, how could you forget your friend? Is taking order is more important than your friends' life?" He was about to cry. But I wouldn't fall for such emotional stuff.
"You are right on the point. I don't care about you. What I need is to follow the boss's order. Just tell me where is the diary,"
Finding no way to convince me gave up on his pity tricks.
"What if I told you I don't know? I mean that way you guys wouldn't able to find it anywhere."
"That is certainly true. But here's a deal. If you tell me where is the diary, I would try to persuade Karuma to free you from here."
"Is that a joke? A minute ago, you were not giving any sh*t about my life. Now out of nowhere, you're offering such an engravings deal."
"Think about it Renar. It's about your life. If you didn't tell us, we would be able to find that diary one way or other. The choice is yours. Karuma only needed the diary. He didn't care about you. Whether you live or die that is none of his conscious." I stood from the chair and was about to open the room door.
"Oh! One last piece of advise, The police are on our side."
I averted my face from him. Without looking back, I could feel his scornful eyes. He might be cursing me.
**** [change of perspective]
What did he think of himself? I'm Renar the second most powerful after Kurama. He thinks I'm that stupid to hand over the diary. Even if I gave him the diary Karuma would definitely kill me. He didn't want someone who had failed in work. It was my mistake to got caught there.
That day I was running crazily in order to save my ass. The police were constantly following me like dogs. When I realize that there is no way to run and at this rate, I would definitely get caught. I throw it in the dumpster to not get the diary in the police's hand. That was a wise choice. If I didn't do that, I would be dead now. After throwing the diary the Lukas guy shot some kind of jet injector. An injection flew towards me and pushed itself into my leg. I fell instantly and slowly went unconscious. After that, I was here, the prison.
That was painful. I had to suffer greatly in the torture room. After coming this long way, how can I back off dying? I have to find a way to live.
"How long are you planning to seat here?" asked the guard in irritation.
I was so focused on possessing my thoughts that I didn't gasp his existence.
"Probably after you die?"
"Tch, Quit joking around." I certainly piss him badly.
"Yeah, yeah, where do I even have to live other than behind that dirty jail bars." He grabbed my right hand and started dragging me outside the room. He made a terrible expression. I wonder if I could kill him here? Perhaps not my power is highly compressed by the necklace, hanging on my collar.
The key is in that goddamn detective's pocket.
***
"(sneeze) ahh! That was an awful one." Mr. Lukas spoke as recovering from that sneeze.
"Are you okay sir?" I asked him as a junior.
"I'm okay."
"Someone might be remembering you," I said while fantasizing about who it would be.
"Or someone might be cursing me." He continued in a dull manner.