Alas quirked a brow at Blanche. With his left hand on his pants pocket, Blanche has still two little red dots dancing on her skin as she watched him, unfazed.
She faced him and mentally scolded herself because of thinking that he was stupid and forgot her idiocy. That people can be stupid at times and even her could not be skipped on that one.
She returned herself to the mansion's hallway when she opened the door of Noir's office and found him on the table, with just seconds he got the paper out from its clipped and hide it on his vest. He then acted like he didn't know anything, when in fact he knew everything before she.
"But I pushed you on that secret room, where his final journal is located!" she tried to reason even if she's already rubbed with salt and had two snipers pointing at her head.
Alas gave her a smug lo
Hent rebooted and organized the files stored in her head. She was silently working as she was programmed to.The basement was chilly except for the heated motherboard on the center of the big computer where all her files were temporarily stored because somehow, on some unfortunate events, she can't do that anymore.The man on a lab coat who successfully made her function like a human died of a heart attack before she malfunctioned again. Of course, the other juniors that he left would unsuccessfully try to fix her, but it always lead out to negative. Or at least that's what they're trying to show to the people.Hent knew that a self-righteous person like the old man who speak nothing but science and logic would give a time to train an apprentice. He can be a mentor and give everything he learned happily, just like how a civilization survived by the knowledge of that last who lived, except that it
Hent walked towards Astolfo. The functions that made her record all that's happening have been turned off.Hent was moving on her own. She was so determined to comfort Astolfo on his unrequited love to the person she has the same face, but Astolfo was thinking otherwise, he gave Hent a deep, menacing look and because Hent can't stand too long, her legs wobble and collapsed in front of Astolfo, her black uniform got stretched out causing Astolfo to get a clear view of what he's planning to do."Let me help you." He gripped Hent's waist and felt her lightness as she guide her to sit down on the floor."Thank you."Now they're both facing each other.Hent recognized the face of Astolfo as it blushed deeper, his whole face was like a tomato dip in a boiling pot, must be because of his alcohol intake.Astolfo's nos
Blanche forced her eyes to opened and the first thing she saw was a white ceiling."Could be because we got drenched in the rain, not because of what she saw," an ever-so-slightly supercilious voice explained.She concur it as the voice of Alas standing near her as she was lying on a bed, but she inhaled a manly scent instead of the usual alcohol mixed with the medicine smell of a hospital. She blinked a few times looked from left to right."Oh, you're awake," he uttered in a monotone manner as if he knows she would wake in that time.He turned on the nightstand and filled a glass with water. "Here, have a drink."Alas shoved tha glass on her face as if expecting her to accept it or accept it.Blanche glowered at him she sat up on the bed and held the glass. She realized she was not in a hospital, but in a room with a white ceiling and carpeted floor. "Where am I?"Alas sat behind
Once Blanche turned around, a heavy, loud, and cold palm smacked her left cheek."You bitch! I already said you should stay with him!" Penelope was fuming mad, she wore an A-line skirt patch with lace and a dark red off-the-shoulder blouse paired with black heels. Her hair was chopped off into a red bob cut.Blanche touched her stinging left cheek, it burns and it hurts. People passing by the building halted and gave their attention to them.She slowly faced the culprit, hand still on the cheek and her eyes speak the bewilderment and teary-eyed expression that Blanche felt.Penelope was ready to put her newly manicured nails in Blanche's skin. Her face screamed like boiling water in the morning, but when Blanche finally collected herself from that sudden outburst, she calmly spoke."What do you mean Penelope? As far as I'm concerned, I didn't do anything bad." The sourness of those words rolled in her tongue like
Some days, Blanche feel like wearing pyjamas and hoodie jackets all day, just feeling the sun's warmth as it rise from the east, but no, she can't do that. Like a bird on a bird cage she can't do that. She's bounded by a contract with the organization.An organization run by the devil.There's no way to run around the halls of their headquarters and expect to be out in the sun. That's just not what supposed to happen in the organization. They're expected to obey the rules, to be flawless in killing people, to shoot, and to use any weapon in the armoury.Especially when they set their eyes on Blanche, she felt as if they doubled.. even tripled their expectations on what she should do.Just like how a parent expect her oldest child to be a good example to his younger siblings. Except that she wasn't the oldest, and they're far from being parents.Blanche bit the inside of her cheeks as she tried her loudest scream yet no
"Is Ace back?"Blanche's eyes widen at what Farah said, she came running to the apartment door and knock with utmost curiosity and excitement on her face."Why are you asking?" Misha popped behind Blanche. "Does Ace doesn't go home frequently these days?"Farah covered the surprise on her face when she saw Misha and tried to smile. "Yes... at least that's what I observed."Farah seemed to be hesitant to tell them that but she did, and it makes sense because Farah was practically a stairs away from the house of Ace."He never got home?" Misha asked again for clarification and Farah nodded in return."There must be a misunderstanding. Ace always returns home." Blanche has a small hope in her eyes that says how Ace can do and she clings on that hope devoutly."No... He doesn't." Farah held the hem of her clothes and looked down sheepishly. The aura of Blanche was just too much for h
The floorboards creak as Blanche knocks on woods. She was crouched down, almost laying on the floor sideways just to hear who has the secret way to them."Blanche, should we be doing this?" Misha suddenly asked with worry.She climbs on one of the windows and knocks back on the ceiling. Blanche faced her. "If we want to find Ace, then what's there to ask?"Misha pouts. "But I don't want to find him."Blanche sneered at her and face the floor again, wondering who'll knock back on the floorboards she heard Misha grunt. "Why are we doing this? Does she forget that we're spies?"Part of being spies is being witty. At least that's what it should be, but Blanche already got tired of it.She sat on the floor as her pointing finger grazed at the floorboards. She doesn't want to admit it but she's pining for him.And she's doing things she shouldn't do, when does this start? Was it when he couldn