A Cry For Help Chapter 3- The Choice

Roger shifted to the side to let a slightly agitated looking blonde through the doorway. Near made eye contact and sighed,

"Mello."

A Cry For Help Chapter 3- The Choice (pt. 1)

Pre-Yotsuba - unknown

The room was terribly dark. The only source of light being the computer screen in the centre placed precariously on a small table. He knew he was in danger. He knew he would need help if he wanted to solve this case. He knew he couldn't do it alone.

The man sat next to the computer, the database on the screen showing two faces. Two innocent, young faces, as if waiting for him to decide who will be of use, who will replace him

That's all they were, in a logical sense, replacements, nothing more than a copy. He had often considered the morality of this successor system he had, and why he even bothered with choosing his replacements the way he did. Surely, the one who gets the highest grades and has the highest IQ should be the child that succeeds him. However, this was different. He a had already tried a method a little like that in the past and he didn't want to put these children through the same that the others did.

That's another thing; they're children, not even halfway through their teens, and he had already caused both of them to stay cooped up in their rooms trying to be the best, ageing them prematurely. He had seen them after a test once before, exhausted, with dark circles under their eyes, looking like they had aged years from staying up just to study. Since then he demanded for Roger to check on them at night to make sure they were all sleeping. Their physical and mental health needed to be prioritised; they couldn't go through what he forced himself and others to do.

They were young people, with their own beautiful minds, who idolised him for his work, with still so much waiting for them. Did they consider themselves replacements like the others might? Did the rest of them care? His mind was a mess. He had been trying to decide this for years now, and this new decision was taking him weeks.

"Excuse me. Is the signal breaking up? I can't hear you." A crackling voice came through the speakers of the laptop, sounding concerned from the lack of conversation.

"Uh, yes…yes I'm still here. Sorry about that." He replied, pressing his thumb to his lower lip, "I would prefer it if I made this decision on my own." His colleague wasn't aware of his deductions yet. The man would prefer not to tell him just yet, not until he had decided everything…Not yet.

He closed down the laptop and thought in the dark.

I guess this is the decision then.

AN: 'Ello everyone! I apologise this took so long to be released (well I did warn you last time). This chapter was just really hard to write for some reason; the words just wouldn't…ugh…I still can't do it now!

This chapter was originally supposed to be longer but I have decided that should be in another one instead. I also appreciate that this is incredibly short so another one should be out in a few weeks or so (but don't quote me on that)

I have decided now that I am going to write a few at a time now so there will be periods of EXTREME activity from me but probably a lot more inactive times.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, and as always:

Until next time my few readers, Lollylion out.