K I L L E R

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“Back in my time you were a light shining so brightly that people felt motivation and bliss merely in your presence.“

“….O-owain…are you saying….that I was…like Emm?” Surely she was misunderstanding him, but the mere thought of being like her beloved older sister, of being as strong as and as wonderful as her made tears rise to her eyes. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes and nodded at her son. If that was the case, she had no business crying and acting helpless. It was time to live up to the woman she would be! “Alright, alright. Like Chrom needs another excuse to–”

She was cut off abruptly as the sound of clapping suddenly reaching their ears. Whirling around, Lissa felt her blood run cold as she beheld a boy around their age with a manic looking grin on his face and a knife in his hands. Oh blessed Naga…why?

“Now… let’s have some fun, shall we?”

“I don’t think so!” Lissa stood before Owain, raising her staff in front of her, ready to defend them both. Weapon or no weapon, she wasn’t about to let whoever this freak was hurt the most important person in her life. She’d died for Owain once in another world, she’d done again with no qualms if she had to.

Gaze narrowing at the intruder, Owain let a hand rest on his mother’s make-believe weapon, lowering it. The most she could do with a contraption like that was bonk someone over the head. This was exactly why he had worried about her not carrying a proper weapon.

Stepping forward he drew his trusted blade, the sound of metal against sheath filling the quiet town. Despite how dramatic he usually was in his descriptions of his own heroic endeavours, Owain was surprisingly serious in actual battle. He loathed it. He loathed the fight and he loathed having to harm another living being, but he wouldn’t hesitate to do it if it was out of necessity.

Pointing the tip towards the intruder in an experienced stance leaving no holes in neither defense nor offense, Owain prepared to strike at the smallest of misplaced movements from the stranger. Every single thing about him sent a shiver down the blonde boy’s spine and told him that this was no time for his usual theatrics.

        ;; Yellow eyes glanced upon the silver blade, watching the light reflect off it’s surface and onto the surroundings. He playfully stood there, ideas running through that maniacal mind of his; overly acting by tapping his chin. 

“Depending on your answer, I may have to take action accordingly. You have been warned.“ 

         ;; “Oh, is that so? I feel so scared.”  He replied in a mocking tone. And just like that he moved with inhuman speed, snapping up his mother and appearing right where he stood before; while holding a knife up to her neck. “And....what were you warning me of? Hm?”

         ;; He laughed as he pressed the knife closer, expecting her to make some sort of noise while being careful not to hurt her seriously; cause he didn’t plan to hurt her now...no...he had a better idea for her;  l a t e r.

It had been his fault. For being inattentive, for not being strong enough, for having to be protected.

Never again.

A sigh left him as the theatrics came to a halt and he let a hand rest on his mother’s head. “What am I going to do with you? Always off in your own world!” followed the hypocritical statement along with a snicker. In the city of Koi itself, Owain would probably have been able to set it aside and not be as insisting, but with the bizzare nature of this place, he didn’t want to leave anything to circumstances and chances.

              ;; Kuroha stepped out from the corner, hands applauding the speech as his head titled to it’s side. “Such a lovely speech, it’d be a pity if it all came to an end so... q u i c k l y?"  A hand slipped out a knife he found previously in another house, casually handling it with pride. Not like he’d have to use it anyway, but it seemed more interesting to spoke some fear. “Now... let’s have some fun, shall we?”

As he hurried after the man, there were a few stray instances where he would catch the number 4 around the man, but it was so dark he figured that whatever light there was was just playing tricks on him. The boy slowed a bit the farther they went, starting to doubt what he had been told. But if someone really was hurt…

                 “We’re here.”

   { He turned to Black, then to the boy; without hesitation he grabbed the pipe; whipping forward towards the boy with intense speed. Projective being the boy’s chest. He had backup, but figured this would do it.}

          ;; Pale skin, creepy yellow eyes and a psychotic smirk. Was this guy even trying to hide his bloodlust at all? Such simpletons never really bore much use to him as they were usually taking action before thinking things through. But why not entertain himself for a bit.