Masquerade_Chapter 3:
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"Thank you so much, Mr. and Mrs. Stryfe for taking the responsibility of taking care of meryl here." A soft voice of a lady echoed through her ear, as she felt the lady pat her in the head lightly.
"Of course! My worries are always for the kids. Why, it would be a good thing for our little Seth to have someone to play with." A highly intonated woman replied with a cold laugh.
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"Hello! I'm Seth! What's you're name?" a young boy's voice greeted
"It's nice to meet you, Meryl-neechan." The boy replied.
"Look! I'm cutting dolls and look I've also created a boat! I don't want you to play with my scissors okay?"
"The pain!! Meryl-neechan… I cut myself look!! Look!!! make the pain and blood go away again please." he cried out
"What on earth happened here?" The same high-pitched voice emanated.
"What's wrong with her Seth?"
"I don't know mommy… she started yelling in pain again…why does she have to be weird? I don't want a playmate like that mommy… I hate her…"
"I hate her"
"I hate her.."
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"That dream." Meryl bolted upward as she clenched her heart tightly. She felt it again. As usual, she always have this unclear dream of this event in her life. Where she was finally accepted in a family, how a person, even a child can be so cruel to her. She doesn't want to remember everything especially those times. And she keeps on regretting why she had left the orphanage in the first place.
"Yeah, you're having a dream. No, better yet a nightmare." A cold-distant voice replied as he approaches her bedside and offered a glass of water. He hold her hand and directed it towards the glass. She gratefully gulped a few and gave it back to him.
"Where's Vash?" She asked as she felt him sat in a chair beside her bed.
"He's out. We're fresh out of food." He replied, but truly impressed on how she recognized his voice so easily.
"I'm very impressed that you can recognize voices. At least you have a talent. For a blind person like yourself. Though I'd still prefer a person who is normal enough to do chores." He smirked.
"At least I have a talent. Not like you two. And I live a normal and—" she berated only to be cut-off.
"A less complicating life? Hn. By the way you scream and shrill in your nightmare, I'm not mistaken that we BOTH have a very. Very. Very complicated life." Knives easily replied, making it uneasy for her to reply in this type of conversation.
"It's 8 in the morning spider! You ruined my sleep." Knives pointed out as he released a loud yawn before continuing.
"Then go back to sleep! I'll continue—" again she was cut-off.
"For that I'll ruin yours." Knives replied as he wants to continue his mind games with this puny spider. After all, a look from her eyes, he can tell that something's up to her. And it really interests him.
"Well, then you can't. Because I'm not letting you. now get the hell out." Meryl replied in sheer anger.
"You're weird don't you know that?" Knives inquired smiling at her.
She shook her head profusely and gave a small smirk. "Hn. I would like to ask the same thing to you."
Knives sneered at her and looked at her intensely. He shook his head out of trance. Why does this spider remind him of that woman?!
the unnerving. spider who is full of strength and a lively spirit. Rem...Saverem.
"Feh... Humans are so un-interesting that they should be eradicated and be burned to hell." Knives replied, hoping he'll see a little glint of fear in her glass-lavender eyes.
"Not only that, they should be cut in half, feed them to the dogs, torture them so hard that they'll cry out blood for help. such pathetic. insolent. foolish humans. " Meryl replied with a smirk turning to where Knives' voice trailed off.
Knives stared at her continuously for an hour or so... or so it seems, trying to figure out what this woman spider is made of. Considering such 'colorful adjectives' this woman had gave him, it was not that he cared but considering that she's one of the latter she was talking about, made him wonder what did Vash REALLY picked up.
"What? lost for words? do you want me to ---"Meryl added only to be cut-off.
"The life we have is considered to be like of a mirror, bounded by a unusual force that restricts it to fall and shatter. but unlike the mirror our life is bounded by a force where we're not sure that we'll be there to bind our life safely and secure. and when time comes that an unknown force will guide it to it's peril, and our life will eventually be shattered to pieces." Knives said philosophically, he can't understand why... but he felt concerned with her. comfortable.
"But, like a mirror torn to millions of shards, you can always pick it up, forget about it and replace it with a new one." Meryl smiled. maybe some of this days, she'll get a hang of this new arrangement. she doesn't understand but she felt.... comfortable.
"Well... Too bad.... because mine is already torn. I can't put it back... and I can't find another one... I think that goes for you too." Knives replied calmly as he slowly approaches the door and leaves.
A/N Just to let you know I'm still alive... well this is just a little 'comeback' for me so it's a little rusty...
