*DING!*
[Mastery of innate ability 'Tangible Killing Intent' has been upgrade to Early level]
As the ominous translucent floating words appeared once again before John, a feeling of authority and order washed over his spirit as he could feel his control over 'Tangible Killing Intent' increase.
"Hmm, although the level has increased, the actual control I have over my killing intent is only enough to hide and release it." Looking at the floating words while talking to himself, a slight disappointment seemed to be contained in his words.
Even though John's goal with this mini training session was achieved, he could not help but think about his ability's true power...
The power to create and control weapons made from his killing intent...
An ability that would get stronger by killing people...
Just thinking about the power and potential contained in that ability made his heart ache since he knew he would die before he could explore it.
*Sigh*
"Guess it's time to go now." After sighing one last time, John realized that the time of departure was here.
As he had previously confirmed that he didn't look suspicious, John began the first part of his journey for revenge.
After exiting the alleyway and entering sidewalk of the main road, the swift gait that he maintained eventually transitioned into a moderate running pace.
A pace despite its low speed was something of great difficulty for a young, malnourished man like John.
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As it was getting closer and closer to the break of dawn, Henry Jones was ready to take his last trip for the shift.
Although he usually only had day shifts, he had managed to sway his supervisor the day before into giving him more hours to work.
Having worked as a busdriver for almost three decades combined with having a flawless record had allowed for Henry to take some extra shifts. Extra shifts that helped paying of his mortgage and his wife's medical bills.
"I should probably have enough to get Carol her medicine for a few more months now." As he mentioned his wife's name a complicated smile appeared on his rugged face.
Carol Jones, the woman he married 21 years ago had unfortunately been in a serious accident a few months ago which had left her bed ridden.
Being the sole income earner had already put a heavy strain on Henry's physical and mental health before the accident, but with Carol's current situation and the medical expenses that followed with it was on a whole other level.
Lifting his wrist to check the clock he wore, the cheap and somewhat rusty metal wristwatch attached to the black, fading leather strap displayed that it was currently 05:21.
Exactly three minutes until he would depart for Santa Monica.
Rising up from the driver's seat, Henry began his quick routine of inspecting all the passenger seats just to make sure that he could submit any lost items to the 'lost and found' section.
After reaching the back of the bus and having searched all of the seats, a small collection consisting of wallets, pocket knives, change and candy wrappers was formed in Henry's various pockets.
'Nothing unusual, but quite a few wallets.'
'I should probably refrain from returning these to their owners, especially since it can help with Carol's medical expenses.' After spending a few dozen seconds justifying his immoral choice, Henry figured that the remaining three minutes were up.
Checking the time displayed by the wristwatch once more after he finished his usual routine further confirmed that his last trip for the shift was indeed ready to start.
Turning around to return to the driver's seat, an unexpected sight unlike anything he had ever seen before was displayed in front him.
*aaaahhhh!!!*
As he released a surprised and frightened scream he managed stumble as well, causing him to fall over onto one of the seats.
"W-w-w-w-w-aaa"
"W-w-w.. ha-t ar.."
"W-ha-t... a-re..."
"W-what... w-hat.. are.. a-re you???" Barely managing to voice out any words at all due to the intense stuttering, Henry finally succeeded in asking the question that had overtaken him
A question that was directed to the "creature" that know stood a few feet in front of him.
A "creature" that conveyed a fear of dread and death that was not supposed to exist in this world...
A "creature" that was clad in patched and dirty clothes... clothes that oozed of a heavy smell of garbage...
A "creature" that owned a pair of ominous eyes... eyes that exuded a beautiful but deadly crimson light...
Tilting its head to the side, the "creature" responded with a short, simple and concise answer.
"I am a passenger"