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Chapter 2
Behind my smile is everything you'll never understand
Something is seriously wrong with me, he thought.
"Hey Horace, do you have a minute?" Halt asked while walking towards the knight. The large man nodded and followed Halt towards the trees. When Halt was sure nobody could eavesdrop them, he started speaking.
"Something's wrong with Will." Horace looked shocked at man before him.
Something wrong with Will? There was never something wrong with Will. But when he took a closer look at the man before him, he knew it was true. Halt always looked serious he knew, but now.
"But I don't know what it is." Continued Halt in a soft voice. "He won't talk to me." Will doesn't talk with Halt? Then it must be really serious. He always talked with Halt, or with him for that matter. But he hasn't seen him in weeks. He thought he was away, out of the country for a mission. Apparently not. A worried feeling settled in his stomach.
"Can you please go and speak with him?" the other man asked. Halt said please, then he must be really, really worried. And if Halt was really worried, then something must be terribly wrong. He promised the man to go and speak with Will as soon as the training was over.
"Will? Are you home?" he heard someone in his house. Shoot. Halt probably send Horace to speak with him. Annoying man, he knew he didn't mean that, but Halt was getting on his nerves. He was most certainly home. He lay flat on his bed, staring at the ceiling. But he wasn't going to tell that to Horace. He was supposed to be patrolling in the fief, so it wasn't too obvious. Eventually he heard Horace leave on Kicker. But when Will thought he finally had some quiet, he heard a higher female voice.
"Will, I'm back." With that, the woman entered the cabin, only to find him barely awake. "Are you okay? You aren't sick, aren't you?" She quickly walked towards him and laid a hand on his head. "You aren't running a fever."
"I'm fine." He answered "I'm just little tired from patrolling." This was a lie, but she didn't need to know that. Otherwise she would only be more worried. And he already had enough of those people. She eyed him critically, but decided to leave it.
Of course she saw the bags underneath his eyes. And that tired look in his eyes. But she decided to leave it. She knew Will didn't like it when she fussed over him. And she was to happy seeing him again. They went to the living room and he made some coffee, with honey of course. She smiled, he was so much alike his former teacher, but at the same time so different.
"Hey, what a coincidence. How nice to see you again, Alyss." Horace stood in the doorway.
Will sighted inwards, sometimes he had such annoying friends. He knew they meant the best for him, that they all cared for him. But he didn't need them. He forgot the silence to scream for help he made that night. He put on a happy face for his friends, and tried to participate in the conversation. But he found out he was easily distracted. His memories flooded to the time he was still happy. It was a long time ago. But almost four months ago, the nightmares started. And the guilt of almost letting Halt die. Deep inside he knew it was his fault Halt got wounded in the first place. He was Halt's backup. He was supposed to kill both those genovens. But he failed. And that's the reason Halt was dancing with death back then, on the edge of life and death. And just when he thought, he could have a nice chat with Alyss, Horace came around. How inconvenient.
They saw Will was brooding. His face went from the faked smile; they knew him long enough to see it was fake, towards a sad thinking face.
"Everything alright, Will?" Will was interrupted in his musing and must been quite far away, since he looked shocked. Like he didn't know they were still there. He immediately went back to his old self, but they didn't miss the irritated look in his eyes.
"Yes , I'm sure I'm okay. Stop asking!" Now he was really angry. They never saw him like that before. He shooed them out of the house and closed the door with a big bonk. The poor door's hinges sighted from the big hit they had received. They were shocked. They didn't know what happened to Will, but they never saw him like this. He was always friendly, and they certainly were never thrown out of his house. Alyss had tears in her eyes, almost leaking over. Horace laid a hand around her shoulder. And told her that they would find out what was wrong with Will. And they would help him. Although, he himself had no clue how to do that.
"He did what?" asked Halt and Pauline. They didn't believe it. Why would Will do that? Halt started to pace through the room. A thin hand on his shoulder made him stop. He grabbed it. Pauline knew Will was like a son to Halt, well she felt like she was his mother too. She was really concerned, but they to make a plan. A plan to make Will better. He had to be. Otherwise he wouldn't do things like this. The rest of the night they stayed making plans the heal Will. But in the end, they had a plan.
The man, hiding in the bushes, had a big smile on his face when he saw that Will kicked his best and most dear friend out of the house. His plan was working. In no time, Will would live be so isolated, just like he did with his life. And with Will being sick, Halt would be very worried. And then he couldn't do his job right. That would give him peace to do his "job". The dark headed man sneaked away, so he could come back in the night for his special mission. In seconds he faded with the background, like he never was even there.