She has never used such a silent thing to kill someone. She used swords, daggers, guns, or knives to spilling the blood on someone, but now as she stirs the bowl of her pudding mixture with cold milk. She waited for him to finish his breakfast. A poison like arsenic trioxide wouldn't be bad, right?
Sure it wouldn't be messy and she can't keep his parts like what she planned to do.
She shook her hands and untied her apron before throwing all of what she has done into the trash.
"Seriously?" He said in bewilderment, pausing from drinking his miso soup to look at her. "I know we are not friends, we just have a master-helper agreement and you live in my apartment to help me with the house chores but can't I know the plan you have?"
No. How can she say that she's going to leave and tell him to prepare for the worse because as soon as she'll step outside, his world
"Thank you." Cleo rolled her eyes when she heard Ace mumbled in his sleep. She help him lay on the couch and put him on a comfortable position then let him fall asleep. She doesn't know how to take care of a sick person — no one get sick in the organization, at least no one knows and so with this at hand, she sighed heavily and contemplated if she would call Hent for help. They don't have the relationship of a normal human being, at least that was she thought, Hent was an AI robot and she was recruited to be one. That was their only job that's why they're there. Now she needed to talk to Noir desperately, she needed the advice of him over this. Thinking it thoroughly, it makes sense why she chose this dangerous side of the road. The world wasn't filled with rainbows and unicorns like what they instill when she was still a little child. The world was full of monochromatic colors
"Aahhh!" A woman's frightened scream was heard from the four corners of the coffee shop. The whole café suddenly got covered in smoke and it triggers the ceiling sprinkler, an irritating shrill sound came in which made the focus of the people avert to it. Cleo watched the waitresses run around as the girl who served them their orders came running around from the kitchen holding a broom and was headed for the screeching alarm on the ceiling before turning it off. Slidell coughed and fan the remaining smoke around them as Cleo noticed something splashed on her face. Cleo roamed her eyes gloomily, she has a suspect in her head, but if it was the person whom she thought was capable of doing boldly like pulling a stunt just to summoned her, it was working. As if it was not proven enough, Slidell touched his cheeks and his mouth gape opened as he confirm
“Why are we running?” Slidell asked as they were ran closer to the main road, the streetlights illuminated their way, and the people they passed looked at them like they were running crazy. Cleo looked at him, she was ahead of him in many ways so she slowed her pace a bit for Slidell to catch up. “I killed a cat.” The curiosity and the hesitation if his choices were right to run together with her were visible on his knotted forehead and raised brow. Slidell pulled her to stop on the side, he put both of his hands on his lap and tried to catch his breath. “Why?” Cleo wondered. “There’s a stabbing happened in the café, but instead of participating in the investigation we ran out in there and people who saw us all think if we were just released from a mental hospital. I asked you why we ran and your reply was because you killed a cat. Damn, girl, you’re the o
The next day, after being recalcitranced on her words. Cleo stayed, Astolfo banished. She was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. It was time to put ketchup on her omurice when only air obtrude after squeezing it with all her might, until her heavy hands made a hollow on the bottle. She stepped out, wallet on her hand to buy another bottle, and was on the stairs walking down when she heard an ugly lady called her out. "Isn't that the woman that you said was playing house with the one in apartment 7?" Her ears tingled and she saw a woman in her forties wearing a pink dressing gown, her curly hair's tucked on a big orange roller, she was in her house slippers and she was holding a big white mug. The other woman she was talking to was also dressed up like hers but her short brown hair was tied up in a big clip. She was about to continue walking and ignore them, but when she wa
Misha was stuck getting her hand out in the washing machine. She bleached her hair in midnight green color, although it might fade for a lighter color over time, she's satisfied with what it turns out like how she's satisfied how everything turned out in her life. Because she'll paint it on a different color before it fades. She knew Blanche or Cleo Martinez as she was, ever since she was little, she always looked up at her. Although they may be the same age, Misha was a lot smaller compared to all the agents they trained in the organization. The organization she relinquished half of her life with was white from the outside but black on the inside, as far as she could remember. Misha was one of the privileged agents who has the free pass to go in and out of the organization's main research station, it might be because her father was there but never mind those, she was one of the privileged, that's it.
Ace and Cleo looked up on the hill where the silver statue came from. There were ashes, black cinders were falling, it smelled like burned gas and rubber, and a huge fire smoldered a huge house. "That's the house of uncle." After Ace said that he ran onto where the fire was coming. Cleo followed but before they even got to the only house on the hill, another noise came in but this time, it was no mistake that it came from a woman. It was like a darkraven cries. The guttural scream of a woman could take a murder of crows away to the forest. "Auntie." The horror of the woman doubled when she saw Ace running toward her. She was surrounded by the same styled women like her, they're in sparkly, silky dresses and the woman Ace called auntie was in the middle of them, she was on a midnight blue strapless sequined dress, she wore a white faux fur shawl t
"That's it, Cleo Martinez." The last drop of rain has come and the sky started to clear up. It revealed the fresh clear blue sky of the morning as the darker ones rolled over and replaced it with much whiter, softer, and lovely clouds. The wound on the left forehead of Cleo Martinez ached as she listened to Astolfo's lecture. A shard found its way on Cleo's head. It was just a small cut on the forehead and Ace already apologized for it even though he doesn't need to, but he insisted because he forgot to cover her head when he was dealing with the window shards too. They pulled on a hospital where they were treated and he was probably asleep in his room by now, Cleo was in another room when she was summoned to the rooftop by Astolfo by a nurse with a strange clipboard. Despite what had happened that night, it was written in his eyes that he obviously wouldn'tand couldn't bought it. He balled his f
"You can't always do that, Blanche," a tall man in a big brown coat said, he was wearing a cowboy hat covering his blackhair with long fringes. Cleo nodded and took the hand he was offering for her to hold. They walked side by side and she saw how his red tassel tucked in his pocket shone from the light of the moon, he was one of the specials. Other kids call him Mr. Tassel because of the bright red tassel he used as a keychain for his flip phone. They ride on the back seat of a black sedan and Mr. Tassel signaled for the driver who wore on a two-piece black suit and was wearing shade even if it's night. "I'll read the rules for you, Blanche," the man said in a low commanding voice that Blanche can't help but pay attention to. He pulled a paper from his side and started reading what was in it. "You should