A/N: Hey readers! Sorry I'm taking longer than expected. I have started to write an original novel, so I had to split my free time. Sorry guys, but don't worry, I will try my best to update this regularly. Anyway, Scarlet Fox shall be making a debut soon, so… who do you guys think he/she is? Curious to see.. Post it in the reviews section! Anyway, without further ado, here is the long awaited chapter!


Time for our regular cynical lesson!

I love the fact people love this.. Gives a tear in my eye!

Not.

Yes, well. I'm stone cold. Shouldn't be a surprise for you all though.

Now then, let us talk about order.

Well, technically, it is me speaking to you, and you aren't talking back, so it's more like a one-sided discussion.. English is strange.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand.

Order.

Well, as I like to see it, order is an illusion. Sure, order is very useful, but order should be the opposite of chaos, right?

Well, it is. But that does not make it exist. What I'm trying to say is that no matter how hard you try, chaos will never, and I repeat, never disappear. Heck, in most situations there will be more chaos than order. And in developed countries, let's say Britain. You may think that there is much more order than chaos, but remember.

Chaos is not always visible.

Chaos will always exist in the mind of people.

Chaos shall encourage people to take actions that may be questionable.

Therefore, chaos shall always exists.

So, order, is an illusion made by those who have power, to make people think they are doing their job well. Politicians, for instance, are far more often better liars, than actually doing their jobs.

But that, dear reader, is a story for an another time.


The wind flew smoothly through the beautiful clear blue sky, like a sharp blade cuts flesh.. It would have been a beautiful subject for poetry.. If it wasn't for the fact that I had no chance to actually admire it.. As I was hanging from the helicopter while it was crashing right into the sea.

Yes I can swim.

Doesn't make it less scary though.

Okay, I know it started a bit fast, so let's rewind a bit, shall we?

20 minutes earlier.

I stared at the rusting metal wall in front of me. I had been doing nothing but staring at the wall, that I have the feeling I now know how many screws there are and where every single one is hidden. Which believe me, is not exactly a good thing. The wind blew into my hair, giving a refreshing feelin-

Correction: it made me terrible cold and now I probably caught a cold.. Really, nothing to poet about. I looked next to me, seeing Harvey sitting there with sweat dropping down his face, looking like a vampire thirsting for blood.

''Uh.. Harvey?'' I said, trying to make conversation to let the boredom behind me.

He didn't look my way.

''Harvey.''

Nothing.

''Harvey!''

He almost jumped of his seat and looked at me, almost in an instant.

''W-w-what?'' he more or less mumbled nervously and slowly got back in his seat.

''Wow, calm down! I'm just trying to make conversation!'' I shot back and watched him take a seat and take slow breaths.

''Well.. Not really in the mood,'' he muttered and stared at the floor. I sighed and leant back in the everything but comfortable chair.

Well, I guess it doesn't really matter. After all, solitude is one of the most important of not the most important feeling a human being should feel. Not happiness, not sadness nor is it guilt. Even though people say humans are social beings.

No, dear reader, those are only the fools who don't know better.

A human needs to think to him/herself, and when better than when alone? Loneliness may not be the best feeling, but it plays a crucial role in shaping you into the being you currently are. Happiness makes one naïve and ignorant in the hope to stay happy. Sadness and grief makes one depressed, leading to zero process. Seriously, the only time such a thing would be useful is if they are able to change the depression into anger and strengthen their resolve. Aside from that, I see no reason sadness exists.

Guilt? Guilt is only felt by those not used to breaking the morality. In all honesty, I haven't felt it for a very, very long time. If you don't have a morality, there is no reason why you should be feeling it…

It's just the law that's keeping us together.

''I know you are lonely, but we are not interested in your nonsense,'' the feminine voice stated from the cockpit. I looked up to Widowmaker, still staring into the sky, not showing any signs of her noticing.

Am I really talking to myself?

..People say that people that talk to themselves are 'mad', however, I rather think that I'm an inward thinker and there's a lot different between the tw-

A ear deafening explosion came from the helicopter's tail, and we started to shake. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

Listen, a lot of you don't wear seatbelts in the car either, so don't blame me, okay?

I quickly reached out with my hands to hold onto the cold railing, just on time only to see Harvey fall too, and grabbing my feet as he nearly fell into the vast ocean. The wind blowing into my face like hell, and the gravity screaming for me to fall.

Indeed. The only thing that was between falling and not falling as my weak arms specially designed for typing-a-lot-of-words-per-second.

Not exactly a comforting fact, I know. Harvey let out a terrifying scream, almost sounding like a girl for a second there. I moved my eyes toward the tail, fire and smoke following it…

We had been shot.

I looked further, seeing another black helicopter, almost identical with ours. And as I used my spare strength to lean closer to the enemy, I could see a guy wearing a white mask in the cockpit.

Haha, why does he remind me of Death?

Oh wait.

Now, I also joined Harvey's girl-like screaming and started beg Widowmaker to do something..

Just like the desperate thought went through my mind, a certain sniper made her way toward me, not bothered by the fact that we were falling, rapidly. She gracefully fell on her knees and aimed her rifle at Reaper.

I'm not really bothered that she didn't help us out first, but rather by the fact that if she was here, who was flying the helicopter?

I know a pilot won't save us, but at least they could buy some time before we fell on the sea face first.

Which believe me, we were doing like, RIGHT NOW.

Gunshots boomed through the ear, as bullets zipped through the air and pierced into Reaper. Red liquid spattered over the window, as if someone threw a bucket of paint onto the window. Widowmaker jumped up and strapped her rifle onto her back and looked at me and Harvey.

She shook her head with an amused look on her face.

''Help us up!'' I screamed on the top of my lungs as my arm was getting weaker and weaker. The deafening noise of the helicopter was still booming through the air. However, much to my dismay, she didn't do anything.

''Jump.''

Surprising, how one word could give a young man a heart attack. She took a few quick steps forward and jumped from the helicopter like a professional swimmer.

Say, is being a professional swimmer also in an assassin's job description?

I gaped in disbelief as Widowmaker fell past us, not a hint of fear in her beautiful eyes. I clenched my teeth together and rallied all the confidence together.

''Well, Harvey. See you in hell,'' I muttered, and Harvey looked up to me with a surprisingly confidence face.

''See you on the other side,'' he whispered back, now released his grip on me and fell toward the blue ocean, now getting closer and closer. I took a deep breath, to fight the constant tickling in my stomach.

''Crap.''

I released the grip, my hand that was screaming in pain was now finally silent. I closed my eyes as I fell down the sky, wind blowing into my ears and the peaceful silence now filling the air around me, giving me a moment of peace. I opened my eyes once more to see the beautiful empty blue sky, safe for two burning helicopters that were crashing down the sky.

Perhaps peace really exists? I do know for a fact that it has been a long time since I felt peac-

SPLATCH


I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to be blinded by the sun's mighty glare and then see the clear blue sky above me.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. It was a dark and foggy sky. I quickly stood up, to see I was alone, on a what seemed to be endless flat world made of ashes and dust. There was nothing. No wind, no sound safe for me and nothing.

''Hey.''

I turned around to the voice, to see a skinny figure, wearing a dark and tight suit with a sloppy black tie hanging from his neck. The thing that startled me the most was his face.

There was a mask on him.

Not just any mask, it was a mask I know all too well.

Indeed, the anonymous mask.

He tilted his head to one side and stared at me through the eyes of the all too familiar mask.

''Who are you?'' I asked flatly.

''You are lost,'' the figure replied and moved his right hand toward his forehead, and pointed toward the brain with his index finger. ''You aren't supposed to be here.. At least, not yet.''

What the heck is that supposed to mean?

Sure, I like riddles. After all, my favorite comic character is a master in riddles, but there are those that you just can't solve.

And I hate those.

I took a confident step forward, closing in on the strange figure. His face now only around 10 inches, I could feel his steady breathing. Hm.. Strange. The breathing is.. cold? Look, I have never been an ace in biology, but people's breaths are supposed to be warm, correct?

Tsk, not like I can hear your answer.. So I decided to ask the person with the answer.

''Tell me, where am I?''

''You really want to know?'' he asked while he tilted his head, puzzled. ''Spoiler-alert, mind you. Especially for the readers.''

''What readers?''

''Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that.. You're clever, you'll figure it out eventually. Anyway, see me as.. a third person.. a spectator if you will,'' he more or less replied. ''And what exactly do you mean with a 'spectator'? As in, a god?'' I inquired, now completely confused.

''Hm.. There are probably a number of people reading our conversation now.. And let's just say that I'm the one voicing your thoughts.''

Voicing my thoughts? So.. what I'm thinking right now is being broadcasted? By.. a third person? But how can he know my thoughts?

Unless..

Well, of course. How else would you presume I know all your thoughts?

Wait.. something's wrong.. Right. The previous sentence above this one wasn't my thought.

How rude.

Oh. Of course. You're me. So, how does that work?

A story for another time, perhaps. I sense someone is trying to bring you back. Well, see you.


''N.. ma!''

''En.. ig.. a !''

''Goddammit, wake up !''

I opened my heavy eyelids and only to realize how dry and prickling my eyes were. Regardless, it doesn't matter. Even that weird dream that didn't make sense.

..There was a blazing beauty above me. Her cold blue skin, her long blue hair now loose, dangling down onto me, and her piercing yellow eyes into mine.. not to mention her.. everything..

Heh. I guess not even a pragmatic and cynical bastard like me is immune to beauty.