Murder
A/N: OFF belongs to Mortis Ghost.
What it feels to murder? To spill the blood of others... Burnt, Guardians, Father, it's all the same. Body disappeared into the smoke as the soul leave their body, guarding Puppeteers from ugly and impure sight of corpses, and truth. Except Sucre.
Sucre. She is special, I knew that from the time my Puppeteer guide me through the hidden door in Zone 0. This zone must be pure. But even the purest zone has secrets. That is Sucre. A secret guardian, hidden underground among piles of sugar. I could sense the curiosity of my Puppeteer. Good. As long as they think this mission is interesting, they won't stop. Nothing can stop us.
But she left a corpse. A bloody corpse right next to us.
I could feel my Puppeteer slightly trembling. Did they finally... see the truth?
They order me to check her. "She's dead."
Silence.
We...kill her, don't we?
So...all this time...all the elsen...and the guardians...are killed by us?
We're not purifying the world...we're destroying it! YOU'RE DESTROYING IT! MURDERER!
I keep silent and force them to continue the story. After that, it's already too late.
But somehow I can see which ending my Puppeteer will choose.