Capítulo 50: [XLIX] — Silver Resort
A shadow of another person appeared before me. Black hair shining in the faint lights of the classroom. A head that grew a few centimeters taller since I've met him, yet still shorter than me.
"Enough bitch." — He took the impact from the kid that she was targeting at me.
As he caught his balance, Paul slowly put the teenager on the ground.
He didn't check whether he was still alive or not.
Instead, what he did, was take a triangular ruler from the desk nearby, and slash it at the teacher with a lightning speed.
There was only the noise of the flesh being cut apart, and a muffled scream of the woman.
The red crimson mixed with the one being spilled from the child earlier. The only difference was it was a shade darker.
The noise of sighs ventured through the room.
Her eyes were marked with a back line.
He would definitely make a few more cuts in her body, if I didn't catch his arm and yell:
"Paul!! You can't! She is a teacher!!"
"So what? If a teacher can beat up a child, then a child can also beat the teacher up!" — He answered nonchalantly and pinned the sharp side of a ruler into her hand.
She let out a scream of agony, a terrifying sight was brought before everyone's eyes. Yet no child was crying, when I turned around, all of their faces were frozen in one expression. Paralysis. The poor victims of the propaganda.
When I wanted to check out the kid who has been minced by the adult woman, a hand pulled me in the other direction.
The sight of the class soon disappeared, with the stone faces turning towards us both. Me and Paul. We have done something greatly wrong.
With the recording device in my pocket, I followed him through the countless levels of our school. I didn't grasp the moment when we weren't the only ones rushing.
And now, the rain droplets were hitting my face. My aunt will be very displeased with this. I wanted to avoid attending the school either way, but I this because she asked. To at least play an obedient citizen, so no one will become curious.
Is it how… My life will change? To the rebellious hero I always wanted to be?
The surrounding place has gotten unfamiliar. Getting darker and darker, there were no neons around us, and the sounds of footsteps pursuing us were getting even louder and closer.
"Paul… Where are you taking me?!"
"As far as I can." — I couldn't see his face behind a storm of hanging wet hair strands.
But then, a single noise interrupted our run. A bullet shot right next to us.
His grasp seemed to become like a hydraulic press. Pulling me forwards with a speed I didn't know a human like him can achieve. I was just flying in the air at that moment, not being able to see a thing.
Yet, through the barrier of rain, screams came to our ears from before us. A group of unknown people far ahead. No passage.
He swiftly turned right behind the first wall he has seen, into a darker and narrower alley. But to our surprise, it was a void, black dead end.
But just when we thought there is no escape, and the end meets us here, he pinned me to the wall and blocked my mouth with his hand.
There seemed to be a man who turned towards our alley, but was quickly misguided by the ones, which seemed to get interested in the situation at the end of the street.
He didn't see anything in the darkness. He left us alone, being intrigued by the other thing.
What… Was happening there?
I wanted to go see, but Paul was still holding me tightly.
Only after we heard loud screams, he decided for us to move closer to the alleyway's edge.
At the end of the street stood a tall wall, not a one you would easily jump through.
And before this concrete wall, were standing four men and one woman with their hands being raised up in the air. The girl's face was red, with her tears being masked by the rain droplets. Her terrified eyes could say it all.
With dozens of papers being scattered around them, getting soaked in the rain, it all looked so bizarre.
"Please don't kill us!! We are only trying to save the world from the growing destruction. We are trying to save everyone, you, them, what's the difference? We are all humans!!" — She mourned in the noise of the rain.
The begging of a human who knows there will be no redemption.
Another instinct. Another click.
Paul pulled me towards him once again, when he noticed a tall person of a man in a long coat, marching towards the group of people.
The aura beaming from his dark silhouette… It was something…
"Commander. These are the rebels which have been spreading the posters."
The others split apart, making a passage in the middle for him.
He came closer to the ones seen as the rebels. The man threw a quick glare at the paper lying below his feet, and stepped towards the woman who seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Why are you doing this?" — His low and husky voice asked her.
"B-because… We want to open the eyes of the people!" — She answered, stuttering.
"Why?" — The voice of the commander was harsh.
"B-b-because… There is inequality and poverty… People fight in the streets for food and better life!"
"And?"
Every of his question was making her even more desperate.
"And you're hurting people for doing the slightest thing against your mind! A dehumanizing society!!"
"Will your posters change anything?" — He asked bluntly.
The man bent down to grab a pile of soaking papers from the wet ground. He was wearing a glove, yet still holding the things as if they were the most contagious disease ever.
He then has done something no one expected.
The woman attempted to say something, yet she couldn't. The soaking papers were pushed deep into her mouth, stuffing her like pipes are stuffed with the waste.
Commander put all of his force in pinning her to the wall with her fruit of rebellion.
A chill went through my body, making me nauseous at this sight.
The other officers sighed with disgust, and the subordinates of the woman didn't move an inch, knowing they would be stopped by the other officers.
"…Gh… Mh…" — She tried to breathe, pinning her nails in the man's arm. The poor woman struggled beneath his power, moving right and left, yet no one could do anything to save her. Her mouth was being filled to the brims with wet, soaking pile of papers.
I… I couldn't watch her… Be hurt like that… I need to do something… Can I watch a human die a humiliating death like this? Suffocated by her own work?
"Paul… I don't want to let her die…" — I whispered through the tears falling from my face.
I wanted to get away from his embrace and throw myself at the officers.
"You're stupid. You wanna die?" — The teenager pulled me towards him even stronger… So, I couldn't move anywhere at the end.
"I still wonder why do such futile people appear one after another… Don't you learn? You have no power. Your posters are only a waste of paper." — He coldly admitted it straight into her agonizing face.
And it seemed that all of them would die at that moment, when the commander raised his hand in the air. The officers lifted their weapons up, waiting for the move to paint the wall in crimson colors.
But the shots that emerged in the air weren't fired by them.
Unexpectedly, coming from the other side of the street, were not the officers, but a group of armed people wearing silver outfits. Their guns were pointed at the navy coats, and weren't hesitant to wait for their moves.
A battlefield happened right before my eyes.
The sharp and fast bullets were piercing through another, from my left to the right, and the opposite.
The rare rainy weather was being mixed with the more common pouring of lethal metal, with the crimson droplets decorating the surroundings. Loud shooting noises were ringing in my ears, as the hard beating of my heart was making me nauseous.
I felt that Paul wanted to cover my eyes, yet his hand stroking my cheek was shivering uncontrollably. The witnesses of a massacre. Us.
Reminiscing to the old times, it was our first, but not last moment when we both witnessed the blood spill. But that time was not by his fault.
When the silver colored people were getting closer and closer to the bodies of the officers, falling inertly on the ground, the four that were left from them started circling their commander. Making a wall of their live bodies, I think they excepted for a casual retreat. But if there was a higher ranked person among them, nothing could happen without theirs order.
Surprisingly, I noticed that the shots were supposed to miss the commander.
When the last of his men collapsed in the deep puddles of red liquid, he stood there, a dark and tall silhouette, seeming to be an unapproachable tower. Behind him, the five rebels were squeezed in a tight group, all embracing themselves, shaking like an earthquake. Their bright clothes were now all soaked in red.
"Well, one of the many things you do wrong, is not taking any defense items into your 'missions'… You really think no one would stand against you?"
A person emerged forwards from the group of the silver-colored people. He put elegant, small steps, towards the lone standing commander.
When the distance between them was just two steps apart, he pulled off his hood, heavy from the rain, and from beneath a dark-violet hair storm swayed.
His skin was very pale, and the profile of his face I could see from the side was… quite distinct and different, in a way I couldn't explain.
The man proceeded to rip off the hat and the mask the commander was wearing, with one strike making them fly in the air towards the narrow alleyway we were hiding in. The wet cap landed right before my feet.
But no one shifted their eyes to where it was. Instead, all of their gazes were focused on the face of the man.
"You call yourself a captain, while the only thing that could make you get a promotion was the money you paid to the generals, Rupert Gale." — The violet-haired man smiled in a curved smirk.
But his opponent wasn't moved by this comment.
"Jealous of my commitment, captain Otto Lavande?" — His low voice responded unaffectedly.
"Tsk. If you were so concerned in things you aren't, then you wouldn't be in such a shit situation right now."
"If you weren't playing both sides, your family branch wouldn't have been degraded and humiliat-."
The commander was interrupted by an impactful slap in the face.
"You're the one who's in the wrong." — Otto grabbed the man, by a head taller than him, by his neck, yet the other one only laughed.
"You're the one who… fakes the truth." — The commander almost spitted in his face, while trying to breathe, being strangled.
The two of them glared at each other intensely, until the violet-haired man finally dropped his hand of the opponent.
"End him. I doubt he'll say anything useful anyway." — Captain Lavande stepped to the side, exposing the other one to the shower of the bullets.
His broad back has covered the sight of the commander being killed. I only heard his heavy body drop in the puddle beneath him.
As all of the navy bodies were lying on the ground, the pouring slowly started to fade, with the last drops touching the surface of the earth.
The group of men quickly approached the rebels, giving them support and comforting their shaking selves. The woman was loudly wailing, while the others were trying to calm her down. It all ended. But…
Who are the good guys here?
Paul's entire body was still, as if the embrace he was holding me in couldn't be broken now. I felt his deep, nervous breaths on my neck. I bet he was thinking the same as I did.
What the hell just happened before my eyes, and why? It all was… so close…
The clouds formed in our maintained atmosphere were slowly dissolving, with the dim light coming gradually. I could finally see the tips of me shoes, with the wet hat of the dead now commander emerging from the black void.
But it disappeared in a shadow, that came out of nowhere.
In the entrance to the narrow alley we were hiding in, stood a tall person of a man with long, violet hair. His hair swayed as he slowly walked towards where we were.
My whole body felt as if being thrown into a boiling water. This man… He is coming towards us!
With my body shivering like an engine, I wanted to back up deeper behind. But there was an obstacle, still holding me tightly, not moving an inch.
Why is he still at the moment like this?
Go back!
Move!
Please MOVE!!
"Fucking MOVE, PAUL!!" — I pushed him back as strongly as I could.
And indeed, we moved backwards.
But in place.
Falling on his back, and me on his chest, we both hit the surfaces with great impacts. Paul wailed under my weight, and squirmed below my body as his head hit the concrete, being weighed my mine.
He let go a loud yell, with a sound of a small device dropped on the ground, following him.
The recording device I had been holding in my hand all of this time, was now lying right next to the dark hat, which the man who was coming towards us, has wanted to pick up.
We both lied low at the ground, soundlessly observing with our piercing eyes the man, whose hand shifted from picking the hat, to my device.
Squatting down, I could hear him operate the device for a longer while.
The paralyzing fear made me unable to move, breathe, think of anything else than the fact that this man is right now browsing through my videos in the memory of my device.
Even if I could move, do anything, he is a man taller than me by a lot, with a group of armed men supporting him. Even if his ties with the Order are tangled, I do not feel safe.
Even if by his hands, the main enemies of the poor society were torn to oblivion, I do not feel like I won't end up like them.
"Nice shots here and there, you definitely have an eye for detail!" — He suddenly raised his head, and his purple, glowing eyes were piercing straight through mine.
I held my breath, not being able to respond.
The captain stood up, and nonchalantly stepped towards us, the same way he approached the commander. Every inch closer to us was raising the hair on my head even more.
But his person got obscured, as I was thrown on my stomach to the side.
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