"Arghh!! Why doesn't this look black?" He complained to no one.
Alfred had been contemplating on which clothes to wear, and after a long and somewhat refreshing cold shower, he stood in front of his wardrobe.
Unable to find anything suitable to wear for his mission, "Mission Save My goddamn butt and pass the rigged exam", he called it. The only thing left for him to do was sigh in defeat.
"Am I really that pathetic, unable to find a cloth that still looks black?"
He had searched his entire wardrobe or what was called a wardrobe but nothing could be found. It wasn't that he did not possess the black clothing for "Mission Save My goddamn butt and pass the rigged exam" but..
"All these shirts look like they've been smeared in shit and left to dry. Leaving a permanent color, brown and black."
All the clothes he owned were faded and barely worthy to be called fashionable even though old clothes could be tagged stylish.
"Screw it! I've been dressing like this for a long time and I've always survived. What does it matter what I wear?"
Reluctantly, he picked a random plain faded black shirt, coupled together with black jeans that had tears on it. Some caused by fashion and others caused by good ol' wear and tear.
It was already four in the evening when he finally overcame the concern of what to wear and casually walked to the bus stop to catch the bus going to his school.
He wasn't in a rush after all.
Sitting in the bus for the first time in a long time. The last time being when he was too sick to stand, he smiled to himself.
An old lady in the corner constantly glanced towards him and he could already guess what was going on. She wanted him to give up his seat.
'Why me?' he reasoned internally. 'Just when I'm finally able to sit on the bus, you want me to give up my seat.'
He was conflicted. Of a truth, he did want to be a good person and give her the seat but he also didn't want to stand.
'She probably has children who gives her money and takes care of her, whereas I have no one helping me. If she doesn't sit today, she will decide to sit tomorrow but if I don't sit today, who knows when next I'll sit. Besides, someone else can give up their seat.'
He smiled towards the woman and she returned a bigger smile.
'This is a good opportunity for her to exercise, stay fit.' he thought to himself, grinning and feeling proud of the way his brain worked, how smart he was.
So, the journey ended with Alfred flashing occasional smiles towards the lady and her smiles becoming dimmer and dimmer until they became nonexistent.
"Fresh air!" He exclaimed as he stepped out of the bus, feeling a surge of happiness for the second time that day.
He headed straight for the library, not too far from the entrance. He planned to stay there till the night sky was as dark as his hair and plan for his mission but what he found in the library was nothing to write home about.
"Even in the library?"
The library was a sacred space for reading and assimilating knowledge easily due to the quietness it offered but that wasn't what it meant to the group of students who decided to play a game there.
And the game had serious conditions with it.
He picked up a book from the shelf and sat at the back so he wouldn't be seen when he decided to exercise his plans.
He had ended up picking a literature book, unrelated to what he was studying.
"The invisible man.." he opened the book and started reading, before long he had fallen into dreamland.
….
"Drool?" Alfred Savage opened his eyes groggily and discovered he was in absolute darkness. He looked out the window and saw the moon, bright, big and full except the black part of course.
"Not what I was planning but the plan worked anyways. It's dark! The perfect time for crime!" His voice wasn't as upbeat as the words he said, his face twisted in fear but he swallowed, steering his resolve.
Placing the book he had read only two pages of, he continued on his way but was stopped in his tracks when he heard a voice.
"I've done it countless times, it's a job I can handle with my eyes closed."
"But, this is no ordinary person. Although he disguises himself as an ordination teacher, he's way more than that."
"Disguise or not, he's a human being nonetheless. His heart only needs to stop beating for the job to be done."
"All I'm saying is be careful."
All his senses screamed at him to walk away but the voice he was hearing sounded excruciatingly familiar.
"Shiro Hobs?" He blurted out but covered his mouth as soon as he had opened them.
"Someone's here…"
That was his cue to run. He began running, as fast as his feet allowed, which was incredibly fast.
"Shiro is an assassin?" Alfred couldn't believe it, not because it was an impossible thing but because of how he viewed Shiro. When he had gotten his memories, he remembered Shiro, and he was one of those guys who usually kept to themselves but still had a stable social life unlike someone like him who couldn't even be considered to have a life.
"This is my first time meeting an assassin!"
He continued running but no matter how far he ran, he could still hear the footsteps following him.
He made a left turn, a right turn and left turn again, entering into a zone he had never ventured into in the school before.
He opened a door in front of him and decided to wait till whoever was chasing him passed.
He opened his mouth wide when he finally saw what was in the room. Different test tubes and weird looking potion-like substances. He glanced towards the corner and found a body,.a dead body. He resisted the urge to vomit.
Just when he started to calm down, a bunch of messages started flooding his head. He had seen them before.
[Hide!]
[Danger!]
[Enemy approaching]
[Host is not strong enough to defeat opponent]
[Warning!!]