The middle aged man who appeared in Void's memories and ran away without helping—Pablo found him.
When Pablo was walking earlier, because of the wind he saw inside some huts and in one such hut he saw the face of the middle aged man that he saw in Void's memories. And Pablo, never forgets faces.
He held the throat of the man and the man watched Pablo with wide eyes.
"Y-you are the kid from the morning. How are you still alive? Those men would have never left you alive. How did you survive them?" The man shouted.
By his shout, the girl beside the man also woke up.
"Why are you shouting, daddy?" The girl asked, not clearly seeing the scene in front of her.
Pablo turned his head at the girl and reckoned she was seven years old.
"So she is your daughter?"
As soon as the girl heard an unknown voice, her sleep vanished and she finally saw the happenings in front of her.
"Who are you? Let him go!" The girl started hitting Pablo's hand and Pablo felt nothing.
He again looked at the man.
"I am here for some questions, old man. Answer me and you will live."
"Like hell. I am only 40 years old and surely…" The man bent his legs and kicked Pablo's chest with both his feet.
"I am not scared of a kid."
CRASH!
'The fuck?' Pablo was sent flying by that kick.
He crashed into the hut opposite to the middle aged man.
The roof of the hut collapsed and Pablo found himself on top of another man.
His back and chest had blood and it happened just by one kick.
'I know this kid is weak but this much? I flew by just one kick? This won't be easy.'
Pablo stood up and walked towards the man again. There was lingering pain but he pushed through that. It was just pain.
But he couldn't walk further as a hand held Pablo's left ankle.
"Where do you think you are going after destroying my house?" A voice came from behind Pablo.
Pablo turned his head behind. "You call this a house?"
"With pride."
The man removed the plastic roof which laid on top of him and stood up. He let go of Pablo's ankle as well. Pablo noticed the muscles on the man. The man was fit.
The man was the owner of the hut which Pablo destroyed just now. Not intentionally though.
"I don't know who you are but you are dead." The man spoke, clenching his fists.
Even though Void lived in the same slum as the man, the man didn't know him. And that was the case for everyone living in the slum, no one knew each other.
Pablo saw the middle aged man coming towards him from the front and another muscular middle aged man was behind him.
Pablo took a step forward and stood diagonally. Now he could see both men. One on his left and one on his right.
'These men are strong. Pretty strong for average Humans. I would die if I got kicked a few more times. Something must be done.'
Pablo raced his mind. He roamed his head all around as his eyes caught everything around him. Everything including Cupid as well.
His gaze stopped at the Angel and the Angel stared back.
"Why are you looking at me? They are grown men, they have their Ego. You can't fight them."
'This Ego again? What even is that? I should have asked Altor about it. But now is not the time for that.'
Pablo ignored Cupid's comments and gestured his finger to a stone lying beside her.
Cupid followed Pablo's finger and saw a moderate size stone on her left side.
"What do you want?" She asked.
'I will kill her.' Pablo gritted his teeths. It was obvious what he wanted but Pablo still motioned his eyes to tell her.
He was asking Cupid to pick up the stone and throw it at the muscular man whose hut was no more.
Cupid however…
"Why are you moving your eyes like that? Just use your mouth."
'Yes. It's final. I will kill her.'
Pablo couldn't just ask Cupid to throw the stone, his plan would be revealed and only he could see Cupid, he would appear mental to the two men for talking with air.
Pablo then acted in the way he wanted Cupid to act.
He acted picking up something from the ground and thought Cupid would finally understand what he was trying to say.
But Cupid was stupid.
"What are you doing? You are about to die. Don't play games." She said. She acted like Pablo was the one being an idiot.
Pablo clenched his jaw.
'It can't be helped.' He made a decision and acted on it right away.
"Pick up the damn stone and hit this man." Pablo shouted and pointed at the man on his right side. The same man who was homeless now.
Both men were startled by Pablo's sudden shout and when they looked around, they saw nothing.
"I had a feeling you were mental. Who are you even talking to?"
"No wonder he isn't running away from this fight. This boy is cracked in the head."
Both men shared their thoughts and Pablo ignored them. His whole attention was in the front.
"Oh. You were asking for that? You want me to hit the man? Is that it?" Cupid finally understood Pablo's desires.
"Yes!" Pablo shouted.
"Hah. You finally need my help. Fine." Cupid said and finally bent down to pick up the stone.
She reached out her hand and placed it on the stone.
"Oh. I forgot." She spoke and the next moment, her hand went past the stone. "I can't touch anything."
"Motherfuc- you are dead. I will kill you for sure." Pablo snapped and pounced on Cupid.
Cupid remained standing and Pablo touched nothing but air.
"This kid is a lost cause. It won't be fun killing him but he did threaten me so he needs to die."
"He destroyed my house as well. He definitely needs to die."
The two men walked forward and stood in the place of Cupid.
Cupid floated behind Pablo and Pablo saw the two men in front of him.
Pablo had his fists clenched and he never moved his eyes away from the two men.
"What now, kid? You have nowhere to go now." The middle aged man said.
"I have seen such scenes a million times in my life. I am not afraid."
"You should be."
The two men began walking towards Pablo and their steps were slow.
Pablo didn't take a step back and waited for the men to come closer.
"You know, one of you is lucky." Pablo spoke.
The men frowned. "Lucky? What are you talking about?"
"By lucky I mean, one of you will be my…" Pablo paused and jumped at the homeless man. The man was taken off guard as Pablo jumped at him out of nowhere.
Pablo's right fist was clenched and when he reached just in front of the man he opened his fist.
Inside, there was a sharp stone and Pablo, without waiting for anything, stabbed the stone inside the man's left eye.
And he was considerate enough to tell that out of these two men, one would be lucky enough to inaugurate his…
"First Murder."