"Over one hundred 'world' players murdered in panic, fear, and confusion. Players now try to flee to America."
Finch frowned at the headlines of the CNN news; he then leaned back in his chair. Gently he took off his glasses and placed them on the desk, slowly he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands. With a low groan he shook his head and removed his hands.
"Things have taken a turn from bad to worse, all because people are scared, they kill others" Finch whispered and looked back to his laptop. The article said that most players that were killed were 'beast' type characters, mainly because they were the most obvious to spot. Grabbing his glasses he replaced them back on his face and shook his head.
"The world is going to hell, there is no denying that. To kill people, real people, just because they were playing a video game at the wrong time….ridiculous" He snorted and exited out of the news site. Bear made no movements from his bed, a soft snore coming from the dog told Finch all he needed to know. Besides the dog's snoring, the library was silent; his computer wasn't even so much as beeping or whirling like normal. It gave the library a deadly desolate feel. Normally the library was his sanctuary, a place where he could go if he was in trouble or in need of comfort. It just seemed different today. More lonely than anything else.
Where was Reese? Doesn't he normally get here by now?
Finch looked around the cold library, chills flowed down his spin, and bumps rose on his skin. Something was in the library…It wasn't just him or Bear. His breath seemed to have gotten shallow; he could hear it in his ears, his heart thumped painfully against his chest as cold fear took a grip on him. No, there was nothing in the library! How could he even think that? If something was in the library Bear would be alerting him!
Still, when he doesn't feel safe, especially in the library that normally means a walk in the park should clear things right up. "Bear, Komen!" he called grabbing his jacket and Bear's leash. The dog jumped up and happily padded towards Finch, clipping the leash onto the dog's collar, Finch quickly headed outside. Once out he took several deep breaths, trying to clear his head and get the unwanted fear out of his system.
Once out of the library he leaned against the building wall, Bear sat down watching Finch with his head tilted to the side. "Never, have I ever felt so unsafe in that building than now…" he breathed shaking his head and looking up at the library. "Well, I'm out now, let just take a quick stroll around the block, to clear our heads…" Finch told the dog, who happily started to walk with his master.
The walk around the block was cut short, by a payphone ringing. Stopping Finch stared at the phone in disbelief then slowly walked up to it, picking it up off the receiver, Harold waited as the robotic voice greeted him. Telling him the numbers he needed to know. Stiffly he walked back to the desolate library.
Reese said nothing as he entered the library "New number? I'm surprised" Reese said walking up to the male sitting stiffly in his chair. Finch nodded and replied, "As am I, Mr. Reese…but this number…Is, I guess you could say suspicious"
Finch twirled around from his chair and grabbed a picture off his desk, getting up he taped the picture to the cracked board. Reese took one look at the picture and smirked, "Asian?" he asked.
"Japanese…to be more exact" Finch said as Reese walked up next to him.
The picture was of a male, couldn't be older than nineteen, the hair stopped just at the shoulders in a choppy sort of way, the color was a light hazel brown color but anybody could see that it was dyed. What gave this person a way was the way the eyes where slanted.
"Yuuichi Morino, Japanese male, college student…no passport of any kind…" Finch trailed off and Reese took another sip of his coffee. "…He's here illegally, I take it?" Reese asked placing his coffee down on the desk. "Most likely, it's either that or the machine managed to branch out…but if that were the case, then there would be more numbers than this one." Finch mumbled typing away on the computer.
Finch let out a soft noise and Reese walked over to him "Having a problem?" ex-CIA male asked his partner. "No, I just found out where his cell phone was last used...not the best neighborhood in New York"
"Well, when you're here illegally, the good neighborhoods are kind of out of the question…a deli in Washington heights, alright, I'll get going" Reese said heading out of the library, Finch watched him leave then shook his head "Be careful, Mr. Reese" he muttered softly to himself going back to typing away.
Reese's motorcycle came to halt in front of the small deli; the place was packed with people. "Finch, I'm in front of the deli, it's packed by the looks of it" Reese said getting off the bike, he started to walk towards the deli, hands in his pocket. "Don't forget, Yuuichi can be the victim as well as the perpetrator" Finch said on the other side of the earpiece in Reese's ear.
"Not my first time doing this Finch" he responded in a cool tone and stopped the conversation between him and Finch almost immediately after.
Walking into the deli, Reese looked around and blinked. Something wasn't right, where was the kid? None of these people looked like the kid in the picture. Walking up to the cashier, he gave her his prince charming smile and brought out the picture on his phone. "Excuse me, miss, have you seen this guy?" he asked showing the woman the picture. Looking at the photo she frowned "No sir…I haven't…well…try that guy over there…the one wearing the hat, I think his hair is the same color…not sure though" she said with an 'I really don't care' shrug.
Turning to where the cashier pointed, he casually walked up to the male from behind and survived him. He noticed the hat it was a baseball cap, hiding all his hair except for a little tip on the side. He had on a thick jacket and normal blue jeans. He looked on the lone table that he was sitting at, a brown bag sat by the teen's hand, a phone laid lifelessly on the metal table, screen black.
Reese walked over to the lone seat across from the teen and sat. Instantly the teen looked up fearfully, his eyes weren't a dark brown like the photo but a light brown…to the point of almost being yellow. Reese had the wrong teen. "Sorry, thought you were someone else" Reese apologized and got up from the table, heading out of the deli, Reese put his connection with Finch back on. Before he could talk to Finch, the recluse spoke first in a hurry. "Mr. Reese! I was right about Yuuichi, he's here illegally because he played 'the world' and is in fact his own character, I'm sending you a picture on what he looks like now, it's a group picture, he's the one on the far left, wearing all green…according to this information the name he goes by is…S-i-l-a-b-u-s…Silabus…"
"Silabus…like a syllabus?"
Taking out his phone, Reese looked at the picture. "These are-
"Video game characters…all of them…" Finch sighed on the other side.
Looking at the picture once more, it was a group picture, as Finch said; three people where in it, on the right was some sort of pink dog like thing, round, almost to the point of being cuddly. In the middle was a male, white hair, red eyes, and red markings around his eyes, wore mostly black. Then to the left, was their number, his hair looked like it stopped just at his shoulders but if you look closely you could see it actually ended just below the waist. The words 'welcome to Canard' where at the bottom of the picture.
"Welcome to Canard? What the hell does that mean?" he asked Finch surveying the picture once more.
"Canard….It's an airplane that-
"I know what the airplane does, Finch, I'm asking why would it have the words, "Welcome to Canard" on it"
A soft noise came from behind Reese, Reese turned around and saw the same kid he thought to be Yuuichi. He was standing in a defense position, his shoulders tense, hell this kid's whole body seemed to be tensed. The brown bag from earlier was clutched in his right hand.
Reese looked into the stranger's almost yellow eyes and looked back at the picture on his phone. It was a match. Putting his hands up Reese spoke slowly "Are you…Silabus?"
There was a silence, and then in one quick moment, the stranger ran. "Hey!" Reese yelled and watched as the tallish stranger vanished amongst the crowd of new Yorkers. Running after him, Reese spoke to Finch.
"I think I found him…"
WHAT A BITCH TO WRITE! I went over my head here people
