Welcome to Despair Remnants! Alongside a happy New Year!
Dcarus: Pretty interesting. I would love to see if you can make this. After all, it appears I am a bit occupied with the current story.
SilentXD7: I believe so too, which is something that I address in this chapter.
Tero7323: Thank you very much. I personally perfer Venatores. Something about his blunt personality is funny to me.
Xenophos24: Thank you very much, and I to feel the same way. It is one thing to be overpowered for the sake of being overpowered, it's another to make sense and be overpowered.
VGBlackwing: I would have to agree. The whole thing about Hunters and Huntresses is that they are the first line defense of a Grimm invasion. Meaning that most believe themselves to be heroes or better than everyone else. Also prone to feel that they are always right, so they feel that saving people is more important than stopping the person.
Mico host of the bad fanfics: Why thank you. You treat yourself, Host of the NIghtmare.
Tsun: Thank you, and indeed.
Ahsoi: I understand, and I do in fact realize that I could have done it better. I will try to work on my epic entrances for both Mors and Venatores.
Evinco: Yep, it isn't Bloodborne without a few crazy hunters and it didn't.
Madmanwithahat: Thank you for the review.
Etain- Shewolfofthepicts: Your help is appreciated, but I must do so alone. May the good blood guide your way.
LockeBelmont: Yeah, I think Huntsman and Hunteresses were more for a term they were associated with because the beast killing. Also, i think it's a combination of Blakes suckiness and Ven's Epicness.
Thanks, I worked really hard on that (as you put it) Death Dance. I also have recently watched bits of the Castlevania Netfilx show.
I never realized how terrifying a whip could be, until Trevor bisected an eye out of a man's socket.
It was beautiful!
Axxcel: I never really understood it either, which I expressed through Ven.
It's always fun and games, until three people die within a millisecond.
I humbly agree. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss will stare back thing once again.
He was the one of the three that was killed in front of Roman. The one with his throat lacerated.
It isn't really, but I was trying to go for a more garish appearance than the whole fancy one. Fit's more with Ven's back story.
Baz: Well you'll have to see for yourself.
The Hunter: Probably, but the only ones who really saw it were Mors, Sun and Blake. And Blake had already dealt with death once before. Also it's fine. More reviews for me right! :D
Guest: That's what I like about him most of all as well, his sheer bluntness towards others and overall badassery.
Guest 2: Was that a Hellsing Ultimate Abridged Reference? Cause if so then, indeed.
GamenoLife: Here is MOAR!
...lol...
Student: He could, but what would the point be really. After all he would have know where else to go if he didn't corporate And you are right, we have yet to figure out how the Undead Curse spreads. I'll have to think about it. And but of course, We lie, Cheat, Steal and Survive! But, Roman believes he has the greatest possible trump card available in one little Ice Cream girl.
An Indulgent Fellow: Why thank you, it feels so good to hear someone enjoying my action scenes in such a way. It warms my heart. I understand that while Mors only got to throw an anchor at a ship, I thought it was plenty cool.
RageLord: Thank you, and I shall.
Now then, Onwards!
The Fallout
A rickety shack… that was where the two of us had lived. A shack that appeared haunted on the outside, and looked as if it could collapse at any second from a lone breeze.
And yet, that was the only home that I knew for the seven years of my life. A house that was still standing, from a young woman's hardwork and a young boy's hopes.
Here I was, playing with the only piece of entertainment that I had. A tattered and baggy book, filled with multiple tales of heroes and villains, each ranging from various other cultures that stretched across the country. Waiting for the only person that would return to this cluttered house, with food and drink in hand.
But until it happened, I sat in the far corner of the room. A ratty jacket, far to big for me, keeping the cold from chilling my bones. A stray candle the only thing lighting the small house.
That was, until I heard footsteps.
And Mother never made a sound when entering this house, alone at least.
I reacted accordingly, following what my mother had taught me to do every time there were footsteps coming.
And that was hide away, in the secret corner of the room. Blocked by a clutter of mess, just high enough to hide his small and frail body. But just small enough that if he wanted to, he could look out of it.
So there he sat, waiting for his mother and what must be her male 'friend' to enter the house. Hopefully leaving in five minutes or less.
That was when the door opened, revealing his mother alongside someone else. His arm draped over her shoulder, as if he owned her in some way,
He was a young man with an average build and average height wearing a fine suit. Possibly made from sort of cotton or some other material.
His hair was cut short, each strand on his head elegantly cleaned of any dirt or grime imaginable. Brushed to perfection, in a vain hope to look handsome and approachable.
Yet, his eyes and smell conveyed all they could to me. A hungering lust, one step away from insanity and the rich and overbearing smell of alcohol.
A target, prime for the picking.
His mother stood right next to the man, keeping him from falling over onto the ground. Wearing a pure white dress that made her look like an innocent angel that had fallen from heaven itself.
"Are you sure you are alright kind sir?" His mother spoke, looking at the man with a convincing expression. Her purple eyes shining like a light despite the dim room. "I can certainly take you home right now if you need it."
"Nohh," The man slurred, swing his arm that almost hit his mother in the head. Almost falling over from his own impaired balance. "I'm perfectly fine."
"If you say so, sir." Quickly grabbing the man's arm, so he didn't fall over. Pushing his arm in between the crevice of her chest, which caused the man to stare and smile like… well a drunk. Though he quickly stopped, looking around the entirety of the house in what appeared to be a mix of disgust and weariness.
"Is this yoer home?" Continuing to look around the house unabated, his eyes glancing over the place that I currently sat behind, which caused me to stiffen. Especially when his eyes continued to stay there, blank and filled with disgust.
"Yes, I am terribly sorry." Mother spoke, seeing where the man in question was currently looking. In response she leaned closer in to the man, her chest bulging at the force put on it. To put it simply, the mans attention was no longer on the pile that hid me from sight. "It must be atrocious to someone of your standards."
"It's arright," The man spoke, leaning closer into the embrace of his mother. The current concern that I was currently feeling, changing to utter annoyance. " youu tie it all togeter."
In response to this, his mother turned her face away from the man, probably hiding the disgust she could no longer keep hidden. "How very nice of you to say sir. But how I wish I could live where you do. It must be a palace compared to my own."
"I w-wouldn't say that," The man spoke again, leaning into his mother again. Possibly to feel the her chest again. Why do they all go after that area anyway? "It's just a small mansion. Took almost all of my money to obtain."
It was then I saw it, a light go off in the man's eyes. Something that had almost made him look sober, one that I had seen far too many times to count.
One that showed mother had them right where she wanted them.
"H-hey," The man suddenly spoke, looking at his mother with lustful eyes, the blush on his cheeks no longer from just the alcohol. "Why don't you come to my home, work as a maid."
"O-oh no, I couldn't." His mother spoke, backing away slightly from the man. Which was useless as the man's arm was still wrapped around her shoulder, while his other arm snaked around her waist. The man pulled her closer, their faces now barely two inches apart.
"Yesh you can," The man spoke in an attended act of charisma, that came off as a drunk really wanting to do… whatever he wanted to do to my mother. "Sure, you'll be a maid, but it'd certainly be better than being jobless."
"But, a woman such as me wou-" My mother spoke up, getting interrupted by the man. Who brought her even closer.
"Nonsense." The man spoke, his blushing growing just a tiny bit more. "What would be the harm be, you live alone right."
"Y-yes," Mother spoke, her head turning to my location, before quickly turning back. Her face stretched into one of slight sadness, which even he could not tell if it was acted or real. "no man has ever approached me before."
"It's their loss!" The man spoke, his grip loosening around his mother, Who took this chance to back away from the man. Even taking her arm out of the grip of the man's hug. "Who could possibly leave a young innocent woman, like yourself to w… Wallow in your lonesome.
"... are you certai-"
"Yes…"
It was only there for a second, a small tiny second, but his mother seemed to smile like a demoness, her plan coming to fruition one that, for what he knew, disgusted her to no end.
"Thank you… Thank you so much!" She cried, acting as if she was truly happy to have him whisk her away from here. "How could I ever repay you?"
The mans face suddenly grew redder, a smile that portrayed only lust on his face. "... Their might be a way."
My mother got closer to the man, so close that the contact was almost skin to skin. "Please, name it. I will repay it in full."
It was here, at this very moment, that men asked for something strange from his mother. They either asked her quietly for something, or screamed out a swear word for no reason. It was then that they went into their bedroom, the one that they shared. A while later, mother comes out with the man knocked out.
Would this man do the same?
"A kiss."
For a moment, I was confused. Only for a moment however, as mother also spoke her own befuddlement.
"W-what." Her eyes were wide, looking at the man in front of her. Almost taking a step back from the man before here.
"A kiss, from a young and innocent maiden." The man spoke again, a dopey smile still stretched across his face. Showing that he was still drunk.
If anything that made mother more shocked, as she stuttered out her next reply. Pink creeping up on her face."I-is that all si-"
"If you wish for it." The man spoke, his smile stretched across his face, which made him look like a madman with how happy he was. After all, it was so… alien to me.
"B-but I've never kissed anyone before." Mother spoke, turning away her head away from the man, expression clouded in what appeared to be confusion and conflict. One that he had never seen on her before in his entire viewing of her doing this.
"Don't worry, I'll lead you through it." The man spoke once more, leaning his head forward a bit more. Never noticing his own mothers conflicted face, whether it be from intoxication or lack of empathy.
Either way, she turned away from the man, who raised an eyebrow at her sudden refusal. Her gaze making way to the spot I was located, her eyes still filled with confusion. It was only a second though, as her eyes quickly gave in to determination.
"... I have only one request." She told him, looking away and down in what could be considered a shy manner.
"Name it." He said without hesitation, waiting patiently for her answer.
"Could you… close your eyes." She asked, quickly peaking at the man's bewildered expression, before turning away and forcing a blush. "Wh-when you look at me, I get all n-nervous."
"If it will h-help you, then I shall." The man chuckled slightly, closing his eyes now blind to the world.
"Thank you, good sir." She told him, as she signaled me to come towards her with what was necessary.
With quiet steps, I made my way over, as Mom leaned closer towards the man. Just before she was a centimeter away from his lips, she said what she always did when he was sleeping.
"May you find yourself in the untainted world of dreams."
Before the man could open his eyes, I stuck him with a needle and enough sedative to easily knock him out. He fell forward, right into his own mother's arms, before she placed him gently on the ground. Not even a thud.
It was then, that I started to reach into his pockets. Looking for the wallet, that held all of his coins and other such variables. As we have done so many times before.
What happened instead, was a hand, placed directly on my arm.
"Not the wallet." Mother spoke, reaching for the man's hand. On the hand were two rings, one with a sparkling clear jewel, the other a plain gold ring.
It was easy to see which one was to take. As my hand subconsciously made way to the ring on his right hand.
But, once more, his mother's hand stopped him.
"Ven… Take the gold one."
This caused me to raise a silent eyebrow, turning to his mother's face. I even wanted to argue with her, saying the jeweled ring would give them more money from the black market.
But the moment he turned, mother had that face on. The one that unconsciously spoke, that she wouldn't like it if I spoke out of turn.
So I didn't, I instead asked a question.
"Why?"
His mother merely looked down at the man, her eyes filled with an emotion that I couldn't recognize. "The man barely has enough money to live on his own."
"How do yo-"
"I listened." Mother spoke, quickly moving to my side. Taking the man's hand into her own, while taking off the ring. " 'Took almost all of my money to obtain.' That means he doesn't have a whole lot left."
"So?" My voice almost devoid of emotion, except for the tiniest hints of confusion.
"So, if we take everything he has…" Mother spoke up, stopping at the tail end, while gesturing me to continue.
"... He will have nothing."
Mother continued her gesture, looking at me with an expected gaze. "Which will…"
"..."
"... Make him just like us." Mother continued for neither mad nor angry at my inability to answer.
"Always remember this Venatores..."
"Taking all you can get is what thieves do. People who don't care and take whatever they want from whoever they want won't get far. Take what needs to be taken, and understand the people you're taking from. Do you understand?"
"...No." My face setting into a frown of confusion.
"Don't worry… one day you will."
"Why were you at the shipyard?" The cop spoke, breaking me out of my memory. Having to continue this useless conversation.
"I've already told you this." I spoke up, my voice bland and bored. Unable to take this man remotely seriously.
I was currently within a small room, with an equally smaller rectangular table. Pale walls surrounded me, useful to keep your attention and focus high, whether you were being interrogated or interrogating. Before me was a cop with bright red hair sitting directly across from me, continuing his ineffective glare against me.
The same cop who arrested me.
What was strange within this room, however, was a large window at my right with a few people staring right at me. They seemed to be studying me, like a specimen under a microscope, seeing what was wrong, what made it tick.
Perhaps the 'window' was an attempt at an illusion? A rather ineffective one that did not work against my Insightful gaze.
I was currently cuffed to a chair, with two circles connecting my wrists with a thin chain. Which laid tightly against my wrists, almost cutting off circulation to my hands.
"Yeah, and I don't believe you." The cop spoke, his tone filled with anger and suspicion. Despite that, I could barely even consider the man intimidating in the least.
"Then what's the point of me talking?" I asked him, still looking at him blandly in the face. My attention more focused on trying to safely remove the cuffs.
"Look kid, we found you with blood on your body and blade. You may have changed out of uniform, but that still doesn't get you off scot free." The red cop spoke once more, his attitude growing more heated.
"I am not a Faunus." I repeated once again, feeling the gazes once again look at me with rolled eyes. It was rather infuriating to say the least.
"Yeah, and I'm not the top cop in this precinct." The cop spoke, his anger quickly replaced with confidence. While I merely looked at him with a blank expression on my face, unconvinced.
"Must be quite a low standard." I spoke up, my gaze looking once again to the window. Each of the people on the other side growing more unsettled as I continued to stare at them. Perhaps they felt like they were being watched?
Good.
"So the fact is," The red-haired cop spoke once again, his anger back in full swing. "I know when terrorists, like you, are lying."
I merely sighed turning away from the window once again. "This is a waste of my time."
"I feel the same way…" The cop spoke, his glare still trying to outmatch my blank stare. "So why don't we make this very quick, huh?"
"I am not a Faunus." I repeated once again, my frustration barely on the edge of my voice.
"Sure," The man spoke, leaning back into his chair, his face still set into a glare. "Keep lying, as soon as we fully I.D you, you'll be off to jail faster than you can say 'Dust'."
Suddenly, the knob on the door turned. My attention quickly shifting to the door as it opened slowly.
A man walked into the room, his hair a deep cobalt blue. He was tall and lanky, his expression filled with suspicion and caution as he looked right into my eyes. The orbs, like his hair, that of a blue color.
"Ah, here we go." The red haired cop spoke, looking at the person who walked in with a triumphant smile. "What's the word Darik?"
The man, Darik as his colleague put it, merely placed a small folder onto the table. It making a small smacking noise against the iron table. "We got nothing on him…"
Thank the Great Ones. Freedom.
The red-haired cop nearly fell out of his chair at that admission. His triumphant gaze shifting to one of questioning."Excuse me?"
"Release me." I spoke up, looking directly at the two with a bland gaze.
The red-haired man shot up from his seat, the seat clattering to the ground. His face filled with not only anger, but hurt pride. "What do you mean we have nothing on him!"
"I mean we have nothing on him." Darik spoke up, his eyes still set on me, rather than his companion, whose angry scowl continued to mare his face.
"Release me." I spoke once more, louder this time. Hoping to get to the point, and go back to my lodging so that I may sleep off this annoying day.
"Sorry kid, but we still can't do that." The blue haired man continued, his eyes constantly on me, as he sat down. Quickly gesturing for his companion to do so as well.
I raised an eyebrow, staring at the calm looking man. My patience continuing to be tested. "Excuse me?" The red-haired man, sitting down onto his now picked up chair.
"We have nothing on you… Absolutely nothing." Darik spoke up, looking at the papers he was currently holding. "No place of birth, no certificate of birth, no nationality, no history, no fingerprints, no facial recognition, no nothing. Even your weapons have zero history of being made. And don't forget the suspicious items we found directly on your person."
"Suspicious items?" The red haired man spoke up, looking at the paper alongside his partner.
"Serrated throwing knifes, poisoned throwing knifes, Molotov Cocktails, some sort of black medicinal pellets, powdered Antitoxin, some form of ash, bullets of unknown origins, sedatives so powerful that it could knock a full grown man out for a day with one prick, and vials of what appears to be an assortment of blood. Alongside a bag, that we couldn't open." Darick spoke up, listing all of my equipment, ones that I did not keep truly hidden within the final listed bag.
The bag was merely a gift. One presented to me by the Messengers, as a means of thank you for giving them little trinkets and bobbles. Such as the jars which they wore like helms, fighting each other in a manner that little boys do.
It was rather adorable, once you look past their petite and deformed figures.
The bag is a means of carrying various items. Not extreme things, just the things that I wished to hide from other competitors that I would have like to have an edge over. Or things that I truly wished to hide, or needed in a moments notice.
Examples being, the Skulls of Madmen. Only the gods would know what they'd do with the knowledge from the beings of the higher plain. Or the Hunter Tools, which were objects that were a force to be reckoned with in the midst of a hunter's battle.
"The hell!" The red haired cop spoke, looking at me once again. His gaze slowly finding an equilibrium between both fear and anger. While the men in the windows looked only in shock and, what looked to be, disgust at my many holdings.
"So… who are you?" Darik spoke, leaning forward possibly to intimidate me into a truthful answer. Despite failing horribly at it, looking at me in slight fear and suspicion.
"I am a Venatores Luna." I spoke, looking between the two, not speaking up any further, as that was all that would be important.
The two just stared at me, both of their expressions looking as if they were waiting for more, before turning to each other. A silent agreement seemed to have been placed, as they both turned to me.
"Sorry… but we'll have to do more tests to determine who you truly are." The blue haired man spoke, getting up silently from his chair. "In the meantime we will need some samples to further the search."
"Samples?" I spoke up, looking between the two in another bout of confusion.
"The usual," The red haired cop spoke up, leaning against the back of his chair. Looking as if he was almost tired. " just a DNA and a Blood te-"
I could feel my eyes narrow, and a snarl form on my face, like that of a wild animal. Before the two cops could even react to my sudden change of expression….
The handcuffs that kept me to the chair snapped like tinfoil, as I kicked up the table, launching it into the one called 'Derik'. The table slammed into the man, sending his body tumbling into the wall, where he slammed into it hard enough to make it crack. With him down, I moved on to the racist cop who put me here, grabbing him by the throat and squeezing it.
The cop could only stare with wide eyes, as he tried to take a breath. My face so close to his own, that I could feel the quick and hot breath hit me.
"If you even get close to me with a needle, I will make you watch every second of your own demise, as you are drained drop by agonizing drop."
The man merely gasped in my hands, to focused on trying to breath instead of looking at my murderous expression. Out of the corner of my eye, the one named Darik was already beginning to stand up, his hand reaching for his holstered pistol.
Thankfully, a fully functioning pistol was presented to me. Right alongside the red haired cops belt. I grabbed it, still looking at the red haired man with a murderous expression, before firing it at the already aiming cop. The bullet making its way into the barrel of Darik's pistol.
Sadly for Darik, he pulled a little to late. His gun barrel exploding, hitting him with a plethora of metal shrapnel entering many spots of his body. He then laid their, his body leaning on the wall, unconscious. Not dead, as his wounds showed that nothing vital was hit.
I then turn to the window, each of the men staring in fear and bewilderment. Possibly from the fact that, what was once a peaceful interrogation, was now a battle.
"Do I make myself clear!?" I spoke to the people behind the window, adding even more to their fear as they stared back.
"C-can't b-breathe!" The red haired man breathed out, his voice strained against the grip of iron that my hand had on his throat. His face turning a shade of purple that was unhealthy for anyone to have.
A click responded around the room, as the doorknob slowly turned, the borrowed gun was already pointed at the door. I cocked it, the chamber of the revolver turning to put a new bullet into the barrel.
Only to stop at the silver haired Headmaster of Beacon Academy, walking through the door with curious eyes.
"Apologies…" Ozpin spoke, his eyes wandering the currently destroyed room. "Am I interrupting something?"
"No… If anything you are welcome to join me." I spoke, dropping the man as he clutched his throat, gasping for breath. Keeping the pistol aimed at his head, in case of anything else.
Ozpin merely nodded, looking around the room with a calculating gaze."Much appreciated, though I have to say, I expected the interrogation room to be… cleaner."
"Oh, that was my fault." I spoke up, my hand moving in time with the Cop's head, causing the man to just stay still. "The guards had said something I didn't feel was necessary. So I had to make my point clear."
"By trying to kill two police officers?" The Headmaster questioned, his eyebrows raised in thought as he looked at the two police on the ground.
" 'Trying' implies I would fail." I spoke up, punctuating my sentence by merely gesturing to the cops that he was looking at.
"I would have to ask you to refrain then." Ozpin spoke up, already moving to the other side of the room with a slow strut. As if he didn't see the two cops taken down by me. "You have already caused quite the commotion, it would do you no good to cause even more."
"... Fine." I spoke up, haphazardly tossing the gun it to the lap of the red haired cop, who flinched as the gun landed on his lap. Immediately taking it in hand, and aiming at me with ferocity of a man near death.
That was before the Headmaster tapped his cane on the cops hand, moving the pistol away from my person.
"Now then, Mr. Crimson." The Headmaster spoke in a quiet yet firm voice. "I would wish to have a moment with my student, alone. If you would kindly escort Mr. Bleu out, he seems to need medical attention."
Despite that however, the cop, now named Crimson, still pointed his gun at me, fear and anger clear on his face. "Sir, with all do respect, it would be safer if I was here in case th-"
"Come now Mr. Crimson," Ozpin spoke up putting more pressure on the cane, forcing the hand of the cop to pull away."I was not made Headmaster of Beacon for my charms alone. I can handle a…. Let us say, problem child."
Crimson looked at me once again, his hand unconsciously twitching towards my direction, before glancing back at the Headmaster. It was only then, after seeing the confident visage of Ozpin, did he holster his gun and stand up.
"Yes sir." He spoke making his way towards Bleu, putting his slumped arm across his neck, before quickly making his way to the door. Giving me another glare as they passed.
It was only when the small creak of the door shutting, that Ozpin turned to me a bland smile on his face. "Now then, let us take a seat shall we?"
"Only when everyone leaves us to our privacy." I spoke, turning to the window, with a small glare. This caused the three people behind them to freeze, as if shocked they couldn't believe I could see them through the mirror.
"Each of you," I spoke up, looking at the right side of the room, where the obvious door was. "Will take the door to your left and get out… Am I understood Deacon?" I finished, a cruel smile on my face at the three, who looked at me with fear. Each of them, the first being Deacon, running out the door.
"Interesting trick." Ozpin spoke up, his gaze on the window as well. His gaze filled with a strange sense of confusion, yet understanding. "May I ask how did you do it?"
"With all due respect sir," I spoke, taking the seat I also once had. My gaze locked with Ozpin's "I'd rather it remain with me."
The man merely nodded, leaving the room once more to silence as we both stared at each other. The man's eyes merely staring into my own, in a way that I could not read.
"Now then," The Headmaster spoke up, his voice jovial despite his calm exterior. "May I ask what transpired at the dock?"
"Business."I spoke up, not believing I needed to say anything more on the subject. Though by the raised eyebrows, it wouldn't be that easy.
"You call murdering fourteen White Fang members, business?" The man spoke, his voice still filled with a sense of playfulness despite the context of his speech.
"Thirteen." I spoke up, causing the man's expression to shift just a tiny bit.
"Does that truly matter?" He asked, looking a little perplexed at the correction.
"Yes, it does."
Ozpin merely sighed, shaking his head at my answer.
"The public isn't finding your display very… welcoming." The Headmaster spoke up, his face now changing into a more serious facade.
"I didn't expect them to," I spoke up honestly, remembering the many people from my night on the hunt. "but their opinion on my duty is irrelevant. All that matters is the beasts were slain."
"You don't honestly understand the power of the public in this kingdom, do you?" Ozpin asked, looking at me with only a confused expression. Whether it be at my wording, or my complete lack of care for the public was debatable.
"What does it matter." I spoke up, crossing my arms as I continued to stare at the man in front of me.
"It matters a very great deal." Ozpin spoke leaning forward a little bit, using his can to keep him in balance. "You see, the people are now afraid… Afraid of who this, mysterious killer is. Afraid of what he might do, afraid that they know nothing about him. Afraid that the military has no leads on this mysterious individual."
"Afraid that they are next."
"To the Council, that is more important than any potential weapon Atlas is producing, worse than the increase population of Grimm, even worse than the terrors of the White Fang. Cause as far as the public knows, they are being handled with the greatest efficiency by the Huntsmen and Huntresses."
"When they truly aren't?" I asked with a neutral, almost uncaring tone, despite the nature of the question.
"I wouldn't say that, just that it's proving more difficult than previously believed." The Headmaster spoke, looking to the side a little bit.
"Than there is no problem. The White Fang had their men killed, they should now be in a state of anger or fear." I turned my gaze to the floor, looking down at the ground. After all, it were those two things that got me killed, far more than anything else.
"Yet, fear is now stronger than ever. Fear, the strongest and only negative emotion that can be shared by millions of people at once. And the more fear there is, the more Grimm are prowling at the border of Vale."
I didn't respond. After all, he had a point on this one. Nevertheless, a hunter's duty is to kill beasts and the occasional rouge hunter.
Ozpin sighed at my lack of response, still looking at me with his bland expression. "The Council wishes for your indefinite imprisonment… and maybe even worse if they see it justified."
"I am not afraid of death." The Great Ones know, that I had once searched for it on that very night.
"Neither am I, but that doesn't mean that you should run towards the closest chopping block." Ozpin spoke as his hand twitched slightly in what I could consider a memory. " I see your potential Venatores Luna, and it is greater than most could ever dream. Teachers like me pray to find students like you, that can take all of their lessons, and even surpass them."
"And I have full belief that this world needs you, just as it does me."
"That's a very prideful thing to say." I spoke up, looking at the man with a small glare.
"Yet, it cannot be seen as anything but the truth."
"..."
"It took a while, but I was able to convince the Council." He spoke up once again, lifting himself with the help of his cane. "So long as you stay within the border of Vale, with a tracker on you at all times, and under the watchful gaze at least one teacher and your partner, you are allowed to keep attending Beacon."
"However, if there is any more blood on your hands, you will be sentenced to your full punishment."
"And if I leave Beacon, and Vale all together?" I speak up, looking at him in curiosity.
"You will be hunted like the rest of the Grimm, as James put it." Ozpin spoke, his displeasure at the admittance clear.
I snickered at that, lifting myself off the chair as well as I stared into the Headmaster's eyes."Seems they are all too eager to be rid of me."
"It's safe to say that it isn't only the people of Remnant that are afraid of you." Ozpin spoke up, looking at me with a ghost of a smile. "A boy, with no known recorded history suddenly shows up to Beacon and takes the highest position available to the students. And with your anti-social behavior, and obvious lack of empathy, I am all but convinced they think you are a psychopath."
"And if I am one?" I asked, as if daring him to say the truth.
"Well," Ozpin spoke up, looking at me with a small joking smile. "then I'll just have to keep you on an even shorter leash."
"Fair enough.' I said, a small smile grazing my lips at his apparent truth. Even if I didn't agree with the whole, Psychopath and no more killing part.
"So, what do you say Venatores… Do you agree to the proposition placed in front of you?" Ozpin asked, the smile once more on his face.
Sadly, I couldn't agree. At the very least not yet.
"On two conditions… I will not be threatened or have the deal used against me to follow orders and be used like a pawn. My actions are my own, no one else's." I spoke, lifting one of my fingers so to make my point clear. It was more of a precaution than anything else, but it would at least allow me more freedom.
The Headmaster of Beacon didn't even question it, already accepting my proposal with open arms. "And the second?"
"You will never take my blood, no matter what you are told or by who." This one, was an even greater precaution. One spurred on by the two cops before me, in a manner that I feared.
After all, the Blood Running through my veins could cause an incurable pan demic, unlike any this Nightmare had ever seen. A night of the Hunt. After all, the Grimm were not crafted by the Blood, but by something else entirely.
Oz raised an eyebrow, but nodded nonetheless, his expression more curious than the previous times.
"Then we have a deal."
Ozpin nodded, quickly making his way to the door. Gesturing for me to follow him. "I will prepare your release."
I made my way out of the Bullhead. My mind and body immediately wishing to go to bed. Hopefully putting this night behind, and go to class to distract from it.
Of course I thought about other things. Most of which involved the new parameters that I had to uphold to remain in Beacon. Ones that were both fairly simple, yet not simple at all.
I would have to avoid killing people, leaving me with more to be conscious of during a fight. Not only having to be conscious of what I have to hit during a fight, but also having to hesitate during it. Just in case I instinctually try to kill someone I am fighting. It was more of an annoyance than anything else.
Then there's the need of supervision, which would make any form of finding a way back to the Dream, a pain to do. After all, I have to search every nook and cranny if I am to find a Lantern. If anywhere was going to give me the necessary keys to find it, it had to be here.
He felt it in his blood.
Of course, that would have to come when he was allowed outside of the school at any period of time. So it could wait.
Right now, it appeared there was a more pressing matter a foot. Right along the edge of the Landing Pad, in fact.
The pressing matters were simple, Mors Ignis alongside all of Teams RWBY. Each of their expressions varying from person to person, with only a single similarity of it all being pointed at me.
Mors was his usual self, merely staring at me with a smile as he waited on the edge of the landing pad. Acting as if nothing had even happened this very night.
This was not shared by anyone else on the edge of the landing pad.
Ruby merely looked nervous, her hands grabbing the hems of her skirt as she stared at me and all of her other teammates. It was if she was expecting an argument to take place at the very moment I was within ten feet of them.
The Gargoyle was doing something similar to her leader, holding the the edge of her dress. Though her posture was anything but nervous, as she glared at me, more fear in her eyes than anger. She was probably glaring at me, as a means to seem intimidating.
Blake, however, was almost hissing at me. Her face marred by a snarl, that made her look like her genetic sister, the cat. Her eyes staring at me like a beast, her pupils similar to that of lines. A hand was raised to her back, where her sword was.
It was cute, how ineffective it was.
Yang was taking an almost indifferent stance, almost as if trying to appear as unintimidating as possible. If it weren't for the fact that her gauntlets were out, and was standing ahead of Ruby, I would have assumed she didn't care. But there she stood, like a dragon protecting her gold.
"You told them?" I asked the Headmaster beside me, his attention to on my partner and fellow team of Beacon.
"No… as far as they know, you were released from the false charges that were placed against you." The Headmaster spoke truthfully, still looking towards the five people with a bland face.
"Yes, that's why more half of them are glaring at me." I spoke up, my arms once again crossed against my chest.
"I believe that would be the fault of either Ms. Belladonna or Mr. Ignis, not mine." Ozpin spoke, giving his piece on what was happening. "Why, uncomfortable that those who you called companions are now staring at you like a Grimm?" He finished, looking at me with those still bland eyes.
"It makes no difference to me," I spoke up, making my way forward. Causing the Gargoyle and the Blond to flinch at my coming arrival. "I've dealt with these gazes long before I killed a man."
"Very well." Ozpin spoke, not even batting an eye at my admittance. "I must be making my way to my office. I have a meeting that I need to attend." He said, walking with me as well, his cane taping the ground with each step.
"And Venatores," Ozpin spoke beside me, his tone filled with experience and gentleness. "They will be with you for the next four years. I suggest you try to help them understand, even if they can never agree with it."
I merely spoke a simple truth, one that I had understood after my long hunt.
"...They will never understand." I spoke, as I quickened my pace. Leaving the Headmaster to himself, as he went off to his meeting.
As I made my way closer to the group of people, each of them growing tenser after each step. Ruby especially, as the hem of her skirt continued to bundle under her grip.
Thankfully, the so-called jovial Knight, was there to diffuse any tension away.
"Good to see you back Venatores!" Mors was still being Mors however, a true smile etched across his face, despite the obvious atmosphere in the area. Though it was good to see him unaffected by the so-called unneeded killing. "It appears that your charges were dropped, yes?"
I continued moving forward, nodding my head towards Mors' question. Though, I spoke up as went to pass each of them by. "I'd rather not answer any questions right now. I am tired." My tone of voice despite the glares I was receiving.
The only thing that I noticed, was the cat. Moving in front of my path, her cat like scowl still etched onto her face. Still I walked past her, ignoring the glare with the grace of one who was well practiced in doing so.
"Why are you not in jail?" Blake asked, her voice calm despite the look on her face.
"I am tired," I repeated, I spoke up continuing my way forward past the girl. "I would rather no-"
"Answer the question!" The cat screamed out, causing me to stop. Not only at the apparent anger of the yell, but what almost sounded like… accusation.
Despite that, I gave into her request, looking at her with my uncovered eye. "I don't recall doing anything wrong."
She physically balked at his statement, shocking her enough for me to get past her. Hopefully getting to the room without anymore interruptions.
Though, it appeared that the Great Ones were listening to me. As Blake appeared like a shadow in front of my face, her expression angrier at my admission.
"Really!" The girl screamed into my face, her pupils narrower as spittle flew from her mouth. "Cause I remember fourteen bodies worth of things you did wrong!"
"And I can remember thirteen of them shooting at me and the other dying by someone else's hand." I corrected her, as her anger shifted her mouth into an even deeper scowl.
"That doesn't give you the right to-" Blake began, before I cut her off from the rant that was soon to form.
"Kill them? Of course it does."
Blake, shocked by my statement froze once more, which I took as a chance to move forward again. Past the girl, who appeared to be having a tantrum. One that I expected more from Weiss than anyone else.
"W-why did you do it?" That stopped me, as I stopped mid-stride, to turn my head to the Reaper that spoke up. Her expression filled with her usual awkwardness, as well as a little conviction.
One that made me decide to answer. If only cause she was the only one who appeared to want that question answer.
So I replied with the four words that kept me moving through the hunt.
"What are you still doing here"
"Enough trembling in your boots."
"A hunter must hunt."
"Wha-" Ruby began to speak, sounding almost confused at my words. So I merely explained them.
"A hunter must hunt. A creed crafted and carried out by The Hunter of Hunters." I spoke, the four people reeling at the very title that I had given out. "That is why they are dead, because that is my Mission."
"Are you kidding me! You killed fourteen people over four meaningless words!" Blake spoke up, once again trying to argue with me, while having a tantrum. "That's why innocent people are now dead, becau-"
I tsked at that, interrupting her once more, as I said my piece. "Innocent… How laughable."
"Wha- ?" The cat tried to speak again, shocked at my words.
"The ones I killed, were murderers or worse. If they had remained to rot in their own filth, they would have become Beasts to the world. I merely cut off the infected limb, simple and to the point. They suffered no less pain than what they deserved." I spoke up, moving down the hall once again.
"Infected limb?" The Gargoyle spoke up, her voice filled with an obvious disgust. It was to be expected however, few nobility could possibly understand. The few I knew being under the banners of Cainhurst.
I merely nodded, continuing my path forward. Ignoring the group of people. Hoping that all of their questions were answered.
"You're a hypocrite!"
I froze in place, as the word sunk into my mind. The thick wall that held my emotions at bay cracking at those words given to me by the cat, as they struck it.
"Excuse me?" I spoke, my voice a bland montone. One that seemed to unnerve Mors, as he stared at me, in what appeared to be confusion. After all, I wasn't affected by the word she had given me.
More at the sheer gall, she had at calling me one.
"You murder so that there isn't anymore crime, despite you yourself committing crime. That's the definition of Hypocrisy!" The girl spoke, this time louder and with confidence. Her footsteps coming closer to my person.
The words of a someone who didn't understand pain. One who calling me something she herself was. The wall began to shatter, as those words continued to weaken the wall, yet I held strong.
The Ignorant Kitten did not deserve my rage.
Nevertheless, she continued. Her voice growing stronger and more confident, the more crap spewed from her ignorant mouth.
"So don't go thinking that your better than everyone, simply because you were so cowardly you had to kill them! You, and the horrible person who created that disgusting 'creed' you blindly follow are just despicable."
"You are both unforgivable, hellish, monste-!"
"How dare you..." I whispered out, the air growing colder from just those three words alone. A hole being blown through the wall, as she mentioned my teacher.
"Huh…?" Blake gasped, as everyone took a physical step back at my deadly whisper.
I turned towards her, as all of my wrath, hate, and anger crushed her will like a ton of bricks. She crumple onto the floor, out of fear or surprise was yet to be spoken or acknowledged.
"How dare you speak of her in such a way…." I continued, as my blood, my eye, everything was burning in rage. "You, who know nothing of what we have gone through…. Of what we sacrificed to survive every second on that damned Night….Of what horrors we were subjugated to, tearing into our very souls, leaving nothing but ugly scars!"
I walked forward, the girls expression growing more fearful as she tried to backpedal away from me. Her blonde companion tried to get in front of me as well, her face filled with a protectiveness similar to that of a mother.
A simple glance was all it took, for that mere facade to crumble. Her gaze appearing just as broken as the kitten below me, but had the decency to stand on her own two feet.
I turned back to the girl, who only now seemed to realize what she had called upon.
"You have no right to judge my actions! You, who defends the Beasts that kill, rape, and torture humans, while sitting here in blissful ignorance!"
I grab her neck, lifting her into the air, as everyone stood frozen in horrific fascination. Even Mors grew surprised at my anger, barely able to do anything as he just stood there.
"You have no right to judge my teacher! No right to scorn and hate the woman whose teachings have saved my life time and time again! A woman you know nothing about, who gave her freedom, her happiness, her very soul, to save people like you!"
My grasp began to tighten, as my rage only grew. The girl trying to claw away at my hands, but finding it to strong to even get a finger loose.
"You know nothing, you ignorant child! Yet you sit there, judging us like the gods themselves, knowing nothing about the actions that have saved countless lives! Nothing of the countless sins we bare on our backs, as we fight to protect mankind from the real monsters!"
Blake looks on in fear, barely able to grab a breath. Her face turning paler and paler as the seconds went by, yet still able to comprehend my anger and message.
"So how DARE you label our actions as that of 'hypocrisy'!" I shouted in her face, as she flinched at my words. "How dare you, who willing helped kill thousands of innocents, judge that I am the Monster! You, a hypocrite who speaks of a wish for equality, but is too frightened to reveal her true self to anyone who may judge her!"
He throws her to the ground, as she gasps for breath. The brawler quickly making way to her, closely followed by the red of the Reaper.
"A racist that doesn't trust humans she has known for months, but offers no resistance to the first monkey she found on the street! A woman who acts as if she knows every horror this world has to offer, but would quiver in fear if she saw but one second of what I've gone through! A Child that dares to speak of me as if I'm a criminal, as she watched settlements and people burn to the ground with a smile on her face! Yet, you judge ME?!" I screamed out, the three people looking at me in small shock. The only one meeting my eyes however, being the Kitten, whose eyes were entranced in fear by my own.
The other a Red Rose, who looked at me straight in the eyes. Her gaze filled with horror and sorrow, as my anger only grew.
"You are a despicable person, Blake Belladonna! One who judges others, without thought or care of who or why, thinking that she has all the answers! Who claims that one's faults and crimes are made up for by being a 'misguided' group of people, ignoring all the pain and suffering they caused! An ignorant little girl, who judges all from her ivory tower... "
"A girl nothing short of a monster….. A Beast with a false conscious."
All was silent in the courtyard, so much so that you could hear the flap of a butterfly wing. The three girls of Team RWBY could only stare at me in shock, as they shook in fear. They who had poked and prodded me finally saw what my true wrath could bring. The Ignorant Kitten, with tears in her eyes, had attempted to cover her ears in an attempt to ignore my words. She did not have enough hands, however, as her cat ears heard everything in what must've been excruciating detail.
Interestingly enough, Mors seemed almost unaffected by my rage. It would seem he was pulled in by the shock, rather than the horror like everyone else.
Strangely, that thought was comforting.
I ignored them however, turning away from them all as I walked down the hallway, in a manner that I had spent that entire night of hunting doing.
Alone.
"RAGHHHHH!"
Something screamed, a mighty crash where the entirety of my body once was. It was thankful that I was getting very use to this type of thing.
Now I only had to learn to stop panicking after said dodge. If I didn't, I might have not almost been killed again.
"Come on, wind up, wind up!" I screamed at the object in my hand, which was currently replacing my firearm. Ticking in a manner that was similar to a bomb.
"RAGHHHH!" It would have been much easier, if the colossal man wolf wasn't behind him, trying to kill him every other dodge.
The thing was easily half a body above his own height, crouched down in a way that he was close to becoming Bipedal. Which, why wouldn't it when he had recently, less than a minute ago, transformed into this monstrosity. It's clothing was ripped apart, barely being held on his body. The Black leather blocking most of its body from attacks.
It jumped up, it's sharpened claws already pointed at him, meaning the he had only two seconds to dodge anywhere but backwards… I learned that the hard way.
The thing crashed down, as I dodged to the left. Attacking him once before backing away again, not really confident in my way of beating him just yet.
It turned to me, it's cloth covered eyes still making it look like a madman. Of course it would after all.
He was Father Gascoigne of the Healing Church, from what he could understand at least, now blood drunk from his nightly hunt.
One that would soon end as I heard the click of the box in my hand.
I stood still, opening the box as Gascoigne rushed at me, his claw above his head ready to splatter his head across the old graveyard.
Thankfully, the Music box saved me once again.
'Dun du dun du dun du du…"
"ARGHHhHhHGHhH." The beast spoke, clutching his head as the music box continued to give, what I assumed, to be the worst migraine he's ever felt.
I decides to speak up knowing that it was the end of the battle, my hand open to pull the heart of the beast out. "Sorry Gascoigne… If it helps, the pain won't last for long."
And so, my hand shot through all of the muscle that protected the weak heart. It almost surprised him… after all this flesh was much softer than the other times he did it.
"Wwwwwwwwhhhhhhhyyyyyyy …"
Slowly, my heart began to beat faster. The blood feeling real as it oozed down my arm, filling my nose with it's sweet scent. It's sweet and addicting smell, filling my head, as the body began to change.
I saw many colors. Green, blue, white and most of all yellow enter my vision. Each one contrasting the dark themes that were previously held by Gascoigne. Making my heart beat faster, as I looked on the colors in what amounted to familiarity.
"Wwwwwwwwhhhhhhhyyyyyyy …"
She stared at me… her eyes a bright green in the dark sky, holding an identical copy of the music box in her hands. Her blue nightdress stained in a deep crimson, slowly drifting down to her stomach. Her long blonde hair blew in a small breeze, speckled with pieces of silver and red.
The hole within her chest prominent, with my hand stabbed through it.
She asked a single question. One that caused me to nearly shout out in fear and regret alone.
"WHY DID YOU KILL ME, MR. LUNA?"
That was the final question of the girl in his dream, once known as Violet Gascoigne.
For the first time since coming to this world, I woke with a start. My hand was on my gun, with my breath coming out in ragged gasps.
It was only after seeing no movement, that I finally relaxed my trigger finger.
"That dream…." I told myself in the endless darkness, feeling it all compress on both my body and soul. To others, it brought an imposing feeling of unnatural fear….
To me, it brought a strange sort of comfort.
I sighed and relaxed my breathing, finally feeling the sweat that soaked my bed. As my eye adjusted to the dark, I realised I had a knife in my other hand, which tore through my blankets with ease.
I sighed once again, which helped calm my heart, as I realized that I would have to get new sheets. That would be quite the conversation.
I got up from my bed, with Evelyn and the knife left on the covers, quickly looking to see what time it was.
4:17
"Not to early than." I whispered to myself, deciding that it was time to get ready for the day. Sleep wouldn't be possible for the rest of the day, as I was to energized from the adrenaline.
However, as I turned around…
I heard something similar to a growl.
Before I realized what was happening, I grabbed Evelyn and pointed it at the source of the noise.
It was a false alarm, however, as Evelyn fell to my side.
It appeared Mors snored when he slept, much to my charagin.
I stared at Mors' sleeping form, which seemed surprising calm, as I realized that this is the first time I've actually seen him sleep. In fact, I was still shocked to find him here. Despite the adamant requests of Team RWBY… well, most of Team RWBY.
After I had migrated back to my dorm room, I had originally tried to fall asleep, with much difficulty. My blood, still boiling over that girl's ignorant accusations of Eileen's creed, wouldn't let me sleep. It was calling to me, imploring me to get payback in the form of blood rather than words.
If I were a weaker man, I would have listened.
However, as I contemplated using my sedatives to escape the waking world and the roar of my blood….
I could hear Yang Xiao Long speaking through the door of our room, speaking to my very own partner.
"You know you don't have to go in there, right?" I heard Blonde Brawler begin from the otherside of the dorm, as I grew curious as to what they were talking about. "W-we could ask Ozpin to get you a different room for the night…. Or the month… we could probably convince him to just give you a new room all together."
Despite being used to the feeling of being avoided by everyone, from my time as the 'Demon Child', I could feel the rage in me growing. I myself couldn't understand why, as this was nothing new…
Yet, the anger only grew.
Mors, however, remained silent at her request, as I imagined him simply standing there, contemplating the decision. With the lack of an answer, the Ignorant Kitten poured oil on the flame, trying to convince him.
"We'll even let you sleep in our dorm," The Kitten began, her voice holding a small piece of fear within it. Possibly from my previous actions that were fueled by my very anger at her own hypocrisy. "We don't have a fifth bed, but the floor is probably better than what's in that room."
So I'm a 'what' now, huh? Truly, from someone that is in no way judging people, it was a powerful insult.
"Certainly," Oh wow, an agreement by the Gargoyle, how rare. Although it makes sense, what with the girls apparent hatred towards me. "I would usually never allow a boy anywhere near my room. But, for this, I am willing to make an exception."
"Guys…" The Rose started to speak, sounding a little uncomfortable with the idea. Or maybe something else that I was not seeing.
"Oh, come on Rubes," The brawler spoke up, her voice understanding, despite the young Rose not fully explaining herself. "It's nothing to be uncomfortable over, just think of it as a sleepover… with a guy!"
"That's not what I'm upset about." Ruby spoke, still sounding a little uncomfortable with everything.
"You can't be possibly defending him!" The Kitten shouted out, causing an echo to form outside of the hall's. "He's a murderer, and an experienced one at that! There is nothing to defend!" She finished, quieter as she noticed her volume.
"I'm not defending anyone!" The Rose spoke loudly, her voice carrying a little desperation. Possibly to keep people from assuming things. "I'm just saying that… maybe this is going a little ….too far? Like he said, w-we don't know what he's gone through. Maybe there's a reason he's like this, even if I can't think of anything that would turn someone to kill to help people."
At last, someone with a bit of common sense.
"Oh, sure." The Gargoyle spoke up, her voice filled with a pool of sarcasm. "There has to be reason he's a psychotic killer with no sense of morality."
Now that was just plain wrong. Psychopathia implied that I had no conscience what so ever. If I didn't, I would already be killing them for their transgressions against me with a smile on my face.
"Ruby…" Yang spoke up, her voice also filled with a little piece of frustration. Be it because of her sisters grand innocence or the long night, I was unsure. "think of it as just doing our duty as Huntsman and Huntresses, helping those in need. Mors doesn't want to-"
"You have yet to ask what I want." Mors spoke up, his voice low and void of his usual cheer.
It was strange, hearing it in such a manner. I dared to say it was even rather unsettling. Like a powerful Beast trapped within a rusty cage.
"Huh?" Yang spoke up, her voice also unsettled. It didn't take much to imagine their expression, asI was sure it mirrored my own.
Mors responded with a sigh, before quickly speaking again. "Do not assume that just because we have found something we do not like about him, that I think less of him. I know Venatores, and he's not one to do something without a reason."
"Y-you have to be joking! This isn't finding out that your friend has a deep, dark secret. He's a murderer!" The Kitten spoke, her voice filled with shock and anger.
"You're right." Mors spoke, unfazed by the accusation made by the Ignorant Kitten. "He's Venatores Luna, the man who has killed for the things and people he believes in. Venatores Luna, who has nightmares constantly over a past he would rather not share. Venatores Luna, who's social ability is the equivalent of saying a few words to make you leave him to his lonesome. Venatores Luna, who, despite all of the walls he has placed around him, has let us in, if only the barest inch."
"The man, who until a few hours ago, was a man we all agreed to help escape this shell he has created around himself, and see him for who he truly is."
Everyone, even I, was stunned by his words. There was nothing to say, nothing to refute these statements, and nothing that would convince Mors he was wrong.
"If I had to agree with one thing during his outburst," Mors spoke up in the silence, as his quiet voice seemed to echo in the empty halls. "It is that we have no right to judge something we have not even the faintest implications of. Even if it is a truly horrible thing he has done, he has a reason. Perhaps you could call him an unforgivable killer, but I have met far worse than a man who kills criminals."
"You may all give up here, and refuse to help this man, but I will continue to help him. To show that there is something beyond the murderer that you all see."
"Just as a man once did for me."
With that, Mors opened the door and entered our room without any hesitation, and walked inside.
I didn't know why, but I pretended to be sleeping, as if I were avoiding a bad dream made reality. I listened as Team RWBY left the front of our dorm, closing the door softly behind them. I listened as Mors jumped onto his own bed, no doubt relaxing over the long day he has had.
I listened, until sleep took me, leaving me with only one thought…. No, a memory of a woman long since passed, lulling me to sleep.
Mors Ignis…. A man who I had only known for a month. A man who barely knew me, defending me, a murderer. From people he would call his friends.
Though he would never know, I gave the snoring knight a nod of respect and appreciation. With that, I moved towards the shower….
Remembering the words that lulled me to sleep.
'Friends… friends are people who are kind to you….someone who will always stay by your side, who you can completely trust, and help you in your worst moments.'
'Mother….' I thought to myself, as I looked down at my hands with what must've been a saddened look. Yet, despite the sadness in my eye and heart….
I smiled to the heavens, where I knew she would be.
'Though he is far from perfect….I think you would've liked to meet him.'