[ ]: Ahha... I lose again.
[Frostfang]: Hehe...
[ ]: But, You're moves, it's like a robot.
[Frostfang]: You gotta be joking. I'm just your normal gamer, a human.
[ ]: No matter how you look at it those aren't the moves your average player. Rather a pro.
[Frostfang]: Your exaggerating. It's just that I most had free time at home
[ ]: So you're a shut-in.
[Frostfang]: I have no comments.
[ ]: That's awesome
[Frostfang]: Huh!
[ ]: I mean isn't it awesome.
[Frostfang]: What do you mean?
[ ]: Well most shut-in are humans that had give up in life after a traumatic experience, surrounding themselves with games, snacks just to excape reality, but you haven't given up yet, atleast that's the way I see it. Using your current situation as a way to survive, that's what I see in you and I admire that in you.
[Frostfang]: Why are sounding like that, it's creepy.
[ ]: Hee-eh
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Up until now, I was living a pretty carefree life, working on the fields, sometimes helping out in the dwells, eating with family.
Ahh... It was a really great time of my life.
And now, after saying my goodbyes to the people of the sanctuary, getting on a train ride to the academy. I was on my first step to becoming a refined ponifix so I can live my peaceful life.
How cruel could life be?
Right now, I'm being confined in the two walls of an interrogation room with a fairy reasonable knightlace that doesn't seem to understand what am saying, isn't this just bad luck.
Knightlace.
A group of knights under the direct control of the kingdom responsive to the law and order of the lands. Well, in this case it's easier to just call them the police.
"What's your name?"
I could only look away, stuttering, from his menacing face gave off a cold doubtful gaze that made it seem like I was without a doubt guilty.
"B-Blu".
"Do you have a second name?"
"N-Noo. J-just Blu".
"I see, where are you from?"
"I'm from the sanctuary".
"OK, now, can you explain your side of the story".
I could feel my stomach hurt as every word he gave felt like a kill intent was shot at me, painful, and unpleasing.
Just as kept eyes fixed upon me, with his suspicious gaze, I explain on my side of the story even though there wasn't much to be said.
After I was somehow caught in a very tempting situation with a royalty was about to get kidnapped and in attempt rescue her, I resist them, defeated the group of kidnappers.
You might call that strange, but they had it coming.
But, no matter how I looked at it this is different from what was expected.
"So your saying that you defeated a group of armed kidnappers, all above level 5".
"Yes".
Hearing my words repeated on by the strange man, I nodded with a slight response.
"Thats weird, because report says that not only did you defeated them all, they were you arranged in heaps, piled up with their corpses structured in a weird fashion".
. . .
Silence was my only response to his words. 'What a situation this had turn into'.
Knowing fully well I had killed some of the kidnapper, hearing someone telling me such words felt like I was held on with chains grasping body. Killing someone had never made me feel a bit of remorse, nor did I felt the guilt of it but hearing those words I was left shrouded, 'is this what you call guilt'.
Maybe that was my true nature, a beast, something abounded from this world.
"No comment again, OK I understand."
*Slide*
"Mr. detective, do you have a moment?"
A fellow Knight lace called upon him, it seemed like he was a bit busy forehand.
"Just wait for a moment".
. . .
After wards he stood, turned and left the room, sliding the tightly seal door before him.
"So what do you think of the boy, Mr. Detective".
"What can I say, all I know is that he is not a just normal".
The detective puffed up the cigarette he had hidden between his pockets.
I don't know the reason, but whaylt I know is that, that boy is
"Still, we can't kept a child in confinement for more than 24 hours".
"Well, the way I see it, the case isnt a case we could solve. It's best to keep of it for now."
"OK".
***
At the age of 5, I could see people as paint and it wasn't any ordinary paint I saw in people what I saw was a paint of two colors. Black and white.
Each painting had a changing pattern, it wasn't constant, but wavering like the sea.
Later on I started to notice why I was given this ability. It was so I could read human feelings.
If I looked more into the painting I could see their hidden feeling.
But, when I looked into that boy all I could see was black, black without a single spec of white and the instant I felt like I had gazed upon the abyss.
They say humans all have feelings but what that boy had was no feeling but an empty husk.
***
"Well, if we can't find much from the main suspect, why don't we ask the witnesses".
"That might be a problem... Because this case only had one witnesses and she appears to be the victim also".
'one victim, one suspect and one witness' it seems we're at a bind here.
Meanwhile, the story goes on in another place.
Blue Knight main clan residence.
Gazing upon the clear white horizon, he looked, amuzed by the radiance he gave, sipping off a blue wine, with much confidence that anyone could fall over his looks.
What could be behind such a confident person?
"About the incident the other day, I hope you have brought good news?"
The words he uttered was unclear as he spoke with a strange face. "Tell me everything."
"Why is Alice still alive?"
*Fwoosh*
Dashing through the old chimery, a shadowed figure appeared with a kneel down on the ground placing his right foot just below.
"Yes".
"We were successful in separating Alice from her guards, she ran away and successfully arrived at her train, but in attempt to intercept her at the train station. Our brethren who chased after her were attacked and wiped out by a boy."
"Hold on, why is that so?"
"You say you successfully cornered her, but the kidnap attempt failed due to an outsider".
"I'm terribly sorry but I don't know about that."
"Hmpf... How useless. Whatever".
"Just to make sure you're not saying that my identity got revealed do you?"
"The corpses were too disfigured to identify their origin, there is most likely no reason for your highness to worry about it."
"Most likely?!"
*Crash*
Bewildered by the figure, the glass wine he held broke into pieces of fine glass.
"Don't try to hide your negligence that led to failure, you bastard without relations!"
"Do you remember thanks to whom, you're still alive?"
His words pierced through the figure as he could only utter words of gratitude over his lack of manners.
"Thanks to you, your highness"
*Gasp*
Quenching his heated words over a slight gasp, he turned over, sitting on his rich sofa.
"It's good, you get it".
"You have one more chance".
"If you screw up next time I have no more use for you
I will bear it in mind
"Understood, your highness!"
'Alice'.
Your damn existence is a bother. I'll kill you for sure next time. Alice.