[POV: Third Point of View]
In an unknown part of the city.
In a not very big house, a fair-skinned girl about 14 years old stood in a living room, blue eyes, silver hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back with a single comb (known in Japan as an ahoge) protruding from the top of her head. She has loose bangs that cover his forehead and side bangs that frame her beautiful face.
This beautiful girl was standing, watching and listening attentively to the television in front of her, but you could already see the tears that were falling down her face due to what she was listening to.
"In this last instance the rumors were confirmed, the bodies found in yesterday's famous shooting are high-ranking members of the Waller family, one of the most famous and powerful families in the country." A reporter was speaking with his microphone glued to his mouth giving the news at full speed because of the anxiety he was feeling, after all this news was the most shocking in recent decades.
The girl upon hearing the report began to tremble from head to toe due to the shocking news, her creamy legs began to bend and she fell to her knees on the ground with her head bowed.
"I-I won't be able to go on anymore, if-if you're not around, I-I..." The girl who looked at the ground with red and teary eyes muttered under her breath with a hoarse and lifeless voice.
At this moment she was feeling that her world was turning completely dark and lifeless.
"Another shocking and unexpected breaking news, I am informed that among the deceased of the family only two bodies of the three high-ranking relatives who were rumored to have died have been found."
"They have confirmed the death of Miriam Waller who was the head of the family and one of her children Leila Waller, at this time they say they have not been able to locate her other son Asher Waller the third member of the family who was said to have also died. killed in the shooting."
"Law enforcement authorities have opened an investigation and have begun moving in search of Asher Waller, who is now reported to be missing and believed to be possibly alive, perhaps the only one who can say what really happened yesterday, since no clues could be found as to who could be the cause of the attempted murder of the Waller family." The reporter gave the breaking news that he had just been told by the earpiece.
The girl who was on the ground hearing this through her eyes crossed a ray of hope.
"P-perhaps h-his, yes, yes, sure he was able to escape, he must be alive, yes, yes, he has to be." The girl began to get up with some difficulty and she wiped all the tears from her face.
After convincing herself that his was surely alive and he was able to escape safely from the shots despite knowing the state of his body, she went up to her room to prepare some things to be able to find him.
She just couldn't accept the fact that he might be dead or the more obvious case, that he had been kidnapped, so she clung to the unrealistic and childish hope that by some miracle of God he might have escaped from that place.
"His lost for sure, yes, yes, yes. They can't find him because he's most likely lost, yes, yes, he can't find his way home, I have to search and find him. Chances are when I find him he'll be very hungry, I'll have to make a lot of his favorite food and buy his favorite sweets." Smiling as she walked up the stairs thinking of him and the ways she would have to serve him and please him in the thousand ways she knew, she had forgotten everything else that just heard.
She rather didn't give even the slightest importance to the deceased they had named just a few moments ago, despite the fact that she herself considered one her best friend and the other a mother figure. Right now her little head was thinking of him, him and him, nothing else.
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[POV: Third Point of View]
While a girl with naive hopes went out looking for someone in the streets.
In a cold dark cell Asher was lying unconscious on the dirt floor, he was beginning to show signs of waking up when his eyelids began to tremble and slowly opened to reveal a look of pain.
"Argh!!" Asher groaned in pain and put his hands on his head due to the sudden pain that hit him, it felt like he had been hit on the head with a hammer.
After calming down and the clarity returned, began to remember again, only this time he didn't despair like the first time and this time began to analyze his next moves more calmly.
But on the other hand, was also sad and wanted to cry, but also wanted the responsible person to pay, he have to keep a cool mind on this, then later he could let off steam by crying as he pleased.
Taking a quick look around the cell he realized that this time wasn't alone but there was a big man watching him intently.
'Dammit.' Cursing internally, Asher stared at him for a moment, his head was racing with all kinds of ideas of how he could escape from this orangutan that was looking at him intently, for a moment his eyes lowered and focused on the weapon he was holding on the waist of the jumpsuit.
The orangutan, seeing how the boy was looking attentively at his waist, immediately knew what he was up to.
"I wouldn't do anything if I were you." The orangutan spoke and advised the boy, shaking his head a little and taking the gun on his waist to show him that already knew about his plan and wouldn't let him do anything funny.
Hearing this, Asher gritted his teeth furiously and grabbed a bit of dirt from the ground.
'I have to distract him and get a chance to get out of this place.' Asher thought and an idea occurred to him.
"Hey, Mr. Orang- *ahem* bodyguard, can you tell me what your name is please, mine is Asher Waller, I'm the young master of the great Waller family of the country." Asher said with a small friendly smile.
The bodyguard frowned at first because he thought he was being insulted but after hearing the young boy speak so respectfully and properly he thought it was just his imagination.
"Mmmh, I know you young man, you are one of the smartest people of the century after all."
"My name is Pongo Sumatra." The bodyguard replied, returning a small smile as well, after all, someone was finally talking to him calmly and without yelling.
"O-oh, your name is P-Pongo, i-it's an original and beautiful name, you must have a very creative and amazing mother." Asher began to flatter the bodyguard a bit and began to name her mother,the dearest of almost any man, he began to crawl a little on the ground to be able to be a little closer to the bodyguard but calmly and without raising suspicions while he asks questions to keep him distracted.
"Haha, thank you, you are the first person to say that, you are right, my mom is the most amazing person in the world." The bodyguard responded happily upon hearing his mother's young man's comment, little by little he began to lower his guard in front of the young man in front of him since he did not find any bad intentions on his part and unconsciously withdrew his hand from the gun when he felt Calmer.
"Then tell me something Pong-" Before Asher could continue speaking and distract the bodyguard to get out of this place, a voice was heard in the background.
"Oooooh, but look who woke up." Someone spoke in an amused voice, belonging to none other than Clark's.
The bodyguard, hearing his Young Lord who had just arrived, made his hair stand on end and hurriedly approached the gate of the cell to open it and let his Lord enter.
On the other hand, Asher, seeing how his only way to escape was walking away and seeing the person who had just arrived with other bodyguards, left him without hope and he already knew what would possibly come next... A shot in the head to stop joking or... Torture to death.
Clark after entering the cell stared at Asher for a brief moment until he couldn't take it anymore and pounced on Asher's body and started beating him furiously as he remembered yesterday's event.
After 5 minutes of punching Asher's face and completely disfiguring him, stopped because his fists started to hurt.
Asher on the other hand couldn't even defend himself and could barely stay conscious.
Clark gasping for air looked at Asher lying on the ground and his face stained with blood, when he saw this began to laugh.
"Hahahaha, look at you Asher you're pathetic." Clark began another flurry of punches but this time with kicks to the stomach.
After beating him for another few minutes and stopping because he began to gasp for air, gave an order to his bodyguards.
"You guys quickly pick up this fool's body and take him to the new room that was prepared today." After saying that, I didn't wait for an answer and started walking towards the person who was waiting in said new room.
When Asher saw Clark's back, felt helpless because he couldn't resist the beating that just gave him, whit no strenght left he couldn't even speak, all he did was let them beat him, feelin weak and useless, and... little by little he began to hate such weakness.
When he closed his eyes, the only thing that wanted was not to open them again, he wanted to die once and for all and maybe be able to meet his mother and sister, but this would be nothing more than a mere illusion of the hell that awaits him.
The bodyguards, upon hearing the order of their Young Lord, already knew that they did not even have to respond, they only had to carry out orders, nothing more.
Two bodyguards grabbed each of Asher's arms and began dragging him across the floor.
The bodyguard named Pongo, seeing how the poor boy was treated, could not help but clench his fists because he could already have a vague idea of where the boy was being taken.
I could only pray for a quick death.