"Ugh, give me a break," Raze said mentally as he looked at the tears falling down from the protagonist's face.
[You have killed a human, Level up, 2 free distributive stat points, 100 SP]
[You have chosen the path of a villain; your missions will be adjusted to fit that. Your emotions are further suppressed to fit the role.]
A few messages appeared before his eyes, but he didn't have the time to be reading them; he had to leave this place before his veil ended.
He quietly walked out of the infirmary and headed straight into the forest. He stayed there watching, because it was only a matter of time before half of the school knew about what happened.
He undid his veil and stood in the darkness. He waited for a bit, and soon after, a group of students and teachers came running.
It was easy to contact others using certain devices that were for that specific reason—communication. The guard must have called the student council and the teachers.
The commotion caused other students from both the male and female dorms to run out, coming to the scene. Raze found his way to merge into the group of running students and made his way to the scene again, where the two dead people were laid side by side.
The hero stood, looking at what he had done in just rage. Sure, he killed the person that killed the girl, but he felt wrong for killing someone.
Suddenly he felt a pair of eyes looking at him. Sure, everyone else was looking his way, but this pair of eyes felt different, so he turned around to see who it was.
And from the crowd, he spotted Raze, looking at him with a sadistic smile. Raze then turned to leave, walking out of the building in slow steps.
But then someone held his shoulder. Raze paused and looked back at who held him, and standing there was a girl his age.
She had sharp black eyes, and shiny black hair that extended all the way to her waist. She wore a black shirt and loose trousers, like she had hurriedly put something together quickly to come and see what was happening.
But Raze knew this girl—well, from the story, that is. He could remember her description, and she looked exactly like the person, Mia.
Mia had been Raze's friend before the academy, best friends even. She was a noble, and he was a nobody, but she never cared about that.
They got into the academy together, and they did everything together until the protagonist came around, and slowly but quickly, she was soon against her friend Raze.
She became the right-hand man to the protagonist, acting like some sort of pet or servant. Raze hated that whenever he saw it, his blood boiled every time he saw them together—but not this Raze, though, it was the one in the story.
"What do you want?" Raze asked with a straight face, and it stunned her for a second; she expected him to be more surprised that she was coming to talk to him again.
She didn't expect that his response would be so empty and emotionless.
"What do you want?" he asked again, breaking her out of her thoughts.
"Uhm, I wanted to tell you that—"
"Tell me that you know I had a hand in this? Is that it?" He cut her short and stole the words out of her mouth.
He looked her straight in the eye and spoke. "Stay away from me, or you will get harmed so bad that you would regret ever knowing me. Also, I don't think their deaths are your biggest worry—the game has started." He said, flashing a smile and walking away.
She watched as he went, shocked and confused; she didn't expect Raze to react that way—that was not the Raze that she was familiar with.
Raze would have tried to show her how he was the victim and how the hero was stealing his life, but no, this time he seemed confident and nonchalant.
"He must be hiding his weakness. People don't change overnight, and if he is the Raze I knew, he would leave some sort of stupid mistake that will allow this whole thing to be traced back to him. I just have to find it," she said and turned around, leaving.
Raze walked back to his dorm building. He saw more students rushing out to see what happened, but he didn't care anymore—after all, he got a front-row seat to see.
He got into the building and headed in, his hands inside his pockets as he walked towards the stairs, his mind locked out from all the noise, while humming his favorite song from Earth.
He climbed the stairs and got to his floor. He looked at the door of the boy that he had used and framed. He placed his hand on the door.
"You played your part, thank you," he said and then continued walking. He made it to his door and unlocked it. He pushed it open and walked into his room, shutting the door behind him. He leaned his back on the door and then looked at his hands.
"I took two lives, but they were all worth it, for the sake of my story and for the sake of me being a better villain than this story tells."
A villain is just a hero whose side of the story you weren't told, but now, Raze would tell it himself, and he would tell it the right way.