St.Hill with a hung down wrinkled face, pale skin, sunken cheekbones, and daunting evil eyes that retracted a glare of malice, then grinned revealing his teethless gums, his lips stretched, trembling as the rest of his body did, a sign of both damaged nerve impulses and his fagility, his eyes hauntingly pierced into Louis's," Mr. Amirage." He then slowly raised himself forward, interlocking his fingers as he raised his soft husky voice,"Before we begin, there's something I've kept hidden from you." He pointed toward the balcony, an opened area in the room,"To put it better, I meant somebody... You can come out now."
"A person you say?" Louis then stared back.
Slowly, a figure stepped away from the corner of the balcony and into the room, only now revealing themselves.
A quite peculiar figure stepped in, the evening rays of Eos bounced onto their sun-tanned skin, it was a middle-aged man, a man of short statue, with neatly layered hair, proportionate and balancing features, a top-hat, and a luxurious black suit, he stood dominantly, an air of unprecedented confidence and charisna, his main highlight being his strangely white gloves that did not match the rest of his outfit.
He spoke up, a calm soothing, but dutiful voice,"Well then, seeing as to how unpleasant it was of me to have kept myself hidden from you in the beginning," He then smiled,"Least I introduce myself as of this moment... My name, Spencer Ygris, it'd bid you well to remember it."
He then pulled a peculiar badge out of his deep pockets, slowly and carefully stretching it forward toward Louis to see, who stood silently and confused, on the simple dark badge was a runic-like uniqur symbol imprinted in. Upon seeing the badge, Louis's eyes slowly widened, The Transcendant Agency—But Why?
He then delved deep into his thoughts, recalling his past few moments, including his failed attempt of threatening St.Hill, Don't tell me that he saw all of it, balling his fists, Even when I did that?
Louis's smiling lips began to tremble, and his leg, as if he was on unstable ground, began to shake slowly yet to go noticed by the two around him, perspiring in panic he then gulped, he then scoffed sarcastically"Woah, The Transcendant Democrats are getting involved?"
Louis watched at Spencer, he looked at him as he weirdly and obsessively brushed his completely clean gloves against his luxuriously jacket as if it were dirty, after a moment, Spencer then momentarily turned his gaze toward Louis, with an uninterested air, he remarked,"I'm not particularly fond of sarcasm or coarse joking, jokes in general for that matter; I am what you'd call a business man, one with business plans," He then dipped his hands into his pockets,"Mingling with and getting to know others is neither my forte nor my job."
Raising a brow in annoyance, Louis thought in frustration, What a cocky city rat. Trying to retain composure he then questioned,"So what is your job then, Mr. Spencer."
The old man then finally raised his voice speaking in Spencer's place,"He's here to articulate your performance, this will surely contribute to your continuity as a Transcender— Oops, I meant Necroplast."
"Precisely, as the man says, that is my job, simple as he described it." Taking his covered hands out of his pockets, he then continued brushing them across his black luxurious jacket,"I don't feel like explaining all of it neither so." He then turned toward St.Hill,"If you mind, I'll leave the honors to you."
"It's fine with me." He then continued on, facing Louis,"Bascially, The Esteemed Spencer Ygris here is, as he described, a member of the Transcendent Agency, all here to monitor you as you conduct your assigned role, he's here to learn as much of you as possible for his little report." St.Hill then grinned, a face resembling a demon,"Bascially, he's here to find out what makes you tick, what gets you mad, he's here to know your harmless habits, as well as your senseless ones, that of even your destructive side, he'll also take note of your flexibility, your compliance, your level of skill, as well as your practionality, he'll peer even down to the color of your soul."
Louis twitched as his lips formed a stretching smile, he thought, Looks like I actually have to be on guard for once—It's quite strange, you know, being monitored, being accessed by another human being when all you've done is access others yourself your entire life. Cracking his fingers, he thought, Looks like I'll have to put on an entertaining performance this time around— All with pleasure.
Louis, scratching the back of his head, sarcastically questioned,"Even down to the color of my undies?"
Spencer then sighed, brushing off Louis's comment, he turned toward St.Hill,"Well then you do as you please, I am simply a spectator."
He acts like he isn't even involved in our matters never so in the slighest—Still, I have to be careful, Louis thought, After all, the Syndicate is dependent on my status as a Necroplasts.
Spencer then took a seat situated next to St.Hill's bed, as he crunched down, he then pulled out a short notepad and an dark ink pen, He opened the book, a small notebook one with a dark cover, to the very first blank page, and immediately began writing, shooting glances at Louis at every chance given,"Informal and tactless behavior, subtle and everso apparent remarks to threaten the life of his contractor, a small twitch in his smiley facade when he is angered, a tendency to rock his right foot and tightly clench his right fists when anxious, and also the inability to act in seriousness."
"Just how much are they paying you for you to be so passionate about your job?" Louis questioned, with a concerned expression.
"Quite well, mind you." Spencer remarked.
"Mr. Amirage," St.Hill then softly called out with a husky voice trying to gather Louis's attention.
"Mmmh?"
The old man then lowered himself from the bed bunk and back onto the mattress, now lying down, he turned toward Louis,"As all my strength slowly diminishes, I am convicted even more that this day is truly my last day I this body, I'll probably pass over during my sleep, when that happens, do threat my soul over to the Drainer's body."
Like Hell I'm ever waiting that long—You look a few more hours ripe, Louis thought, his eyebrows twitching. Trying to appear compliant on the outside, he then smiled,"There's no problem in all that really, I can't just ask you to die here and now after all."
St.Hill did not reply, in fact, as Louis peered closer, his eyelids were all closed down, and there lied no visible signs of movement, He's asleep, Louis thought.
"Twitching eyebrow when annoyed." Spencer remarked, noting.
"Impressed by your powers of keen observation once more." Louis sarcastically shot back.
Spencer then closed the book and folded his arms,"He's asleep, is he not?"
"He is, and so fast at that—I quite envy elder folk for that ability alone."
"Old you say? The man's practically a corpse oozing on life support pills." Brushing his gloves against his jacket once more,"I say, kill him now, while he's sleep, and get everything over with—I'd hate to stay here for any moment longer."
"So the business man has no heart... Quite a classic," He sarcastically remarked. He then smiled,"I do agree with your statement, I only ask that you not include what you suggests on your report to Transcendent Agency."
"Go on, that's fine with me, not like the old Mr. St.Hill is going to pass on either way." Spencer nodded without care.
"Very well, but first." He walked over to the bed, lowered himself, and peered underneath it, he stretched his hand, brushing it against clean wooden-tile flooring until he caught hold of something, it was then that his fingers brushed against a warm smooth surface, what could described as a touch of human skin, he tightly held onto whatever he had made contact with, and dragged it toward him, as he brought it away from the bed, slowly, with the light of Eos bouncing off, a dark scarred human arm was revealed.
He touched the wrists, there he sensed a pulse, he thought, Alive but also not so alive. He then continued on pulling it toward him away from underneath the bed, as he pulled the figure toward him, more and more of a human body, one of dark skin, was revealed.
After a brief moment of struggle, he had finally succeeded in his endeavor, with sweat trickling down his face, he peered down, down onto the floors, there lied a Drainer.
On the ground was a completely revealed clothesless dark-skinned man, with thick and unkempt curly hair, with large scars all over his body, with sunken cheekbones, and a frial physique, attributed to a lack of food, they stared lifelessly at the ceiling, barely blinking, with dark empty emotionless eyes.
So this is the Drainer, Louis thought, Could you even call this a humanbeing? He then lifted himself upward leaving the Drainer atop the wooden-tiled floors, slowly pacing his way towards St.Hill's bed, I wonder, How should I kill you?"