Re: Incarnation Death Match 7 Respite 2

The voice made Fiora tense for a brief, precious milisecond, the twitch of her shoulders unmistakable for the observant.

Without a care, the little girl darted towards Fiora, eyeing the small toy in her hands with such enthusiasm. Still half-startled from the sudden encounter, Claire and Ivanna decided to look around, hoping to find the girl's guardian before they land in too much trouble.

"Hey, miss!" The girl greeted, her light brown hair waving in the wind. "Can I borrow the puppy?"

After a period of stunned silence, Fiora handed the plush, her hesitant movement showing that she has no clue on how to react.

"Thank you!" The girl was absolutely ecstatic, and she squeezed the plush close to her tiny body. Now that the three have the chance to collect themselves, they noticed that the little girl's clothes, though well-tended, was already faded, the once vivid green becoming a bright shade of tosca. She was a contrast to the vivid colors of the fair, and the fact she has no one accompanying her, made her even more odd. However, her platinum blonde hair was smooth and tidy, framing her amber eyes as such making it stand up even more.

"Lilliane, I told you not to run too far." A chastising male voice can be heard, as if answering the unspoken question shared between the three of them.

A tall, handsome man approached the four of them, his strides sure and practiced. His wild, platinum blond hair seemed to compliment his sharp, brilliant blue eyes he sported, and his smile was enough to make most people melt in sheer adoration. His clothes, much like the child, looked faded and discolored, but his clothes did nothing to mar his appearance.

"Big brother, look! She gave me the puppy!" The girl, Lilliane, jumped up near the man, asking to be carried.

Ivanna and Claire stared at him, trying to figure out how exactly the two might be related due to the clear gap in age.

"She's a distant relative." The man said answering the unspoken question floating between them.

He lifted the little girl with one hand and patted her head with the other. "Now, now, Lilliane. We can't take someone else's things, can we? Will you return it to the lady over there?"

"Aww, but…"

Fiora looked at the little girl and s.h.i.+fted her gaze towards Claire.

Claire shrugged.

"You may keep it." Fiora said. "If you would like to."

"Thank you!" Lillie beamed, her genuine smile melting some of the ice hanging over the five.

"Thank you." The man smiled, his sharp gaze softening just a little. "Let us introduce ourselves. I'm Charles, and this little one..."

"Lilliane!" The little girl answered, clearly happy that she got a new toy.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you..." His gaze s.h.i.+fted towards Fiora, and he lowered his voice. "One of 'those'?"

Fiora stiffened just a little, her right hand touching the chain bound below her sleeve in reflex.

"Not to worry, my feelings are right most of the time." The man smiled. "Thanks for entertaining her."

"You're welcome, I guess?" Ivanna said.

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Unbeknownst to them, a cloaked figure lurks among the shaded parts of the fair, s.h.i.+elding him from the view unless one looks very closely. His pierced bottom lip was the only thing visible, and the rest of his body was covered with a long hood and a flowing cloak that made identifying any other feature nigh-impossible.

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"So, they're here, after all..." He mumbled under his breath, while staring at Claire. "It's unfortunate that this d.a.m.n place is too crowded."

"Hey, are you here to have fun?" A woman's voice came from his right, her breath tickling his cheek.

Upon hearing the voice, Deci jumped and turned around, his gaze falling upon a woman with brown, wild hair extending to the middle of her back. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, and her wide, unnatural grin exposed two rows of triangular teeth similar to those of a shark.

"You…"

"As far as I remember, I warned you already." The woman grasped the air in front of her, creating a set of violin and its bow. Even with the wide grin still in place, the woman radiated a sort of terrifying aura, a pure unadulterated terror that glides and surrounds the hooded man, threatening to suffocate him at any time. "Didn't we have an agreement?"

"You mistook one of my brothers for me, I have no obligation to do what you say."

It was the wrong answer.

Without warning, a painful, piercing shriek like those from nails on chalkboard echoed in his sensitive ears. Somehow, the crowd was oblivious to the voice, not even a peep or a glance at their direction beyond the occasional curiosity of what lies behind the shadowed part of the fair, a curiosity that wouldn't last even a few seconds.

"Dammit!" Deci gritted his teeth and shook his head, as if trying to drive the sound out of his system. However, when the woman moved the bow on her instrument, the sound echoed again, and finally he slumped on the ground in defeat. Blood trickled down his face, leaving a red trail on his pale face.

"Now, on what I said. If sending one of you without one limb wasn't enough, perhaps I should cut you up then send the missing limb to them?" The woman approached him, stepping his head with a heeled boot. It was obvious, she had no regard for him, and for a moment, she almost decided not to step on him for fear of dirtying her clothing.

"Or maybe, I should make you wish you were dead?" With a rough yank, the woman removed Deci's hood, exposing a gray-haired young man with a pair of white-tipped gray cat ears. The ears have stopped bleeding, however the trail left by the blood is still wet.

"You... No matter what you do... As long as he is alive..."

"Are those ears just for show, or were you really deaf all along?" The woman asked. The violin set on her hands have disappeared, and she leaned down to take a warning nibble on his ear with rows of sharp teeth. "I have nothing to do with whoever he is, I merely asked you to do one thing, and you didn't heed it so. Many. Times." The woman stepped harder, as if trying to grind Deci's face into the pavement."

All of a sudden, she looked at the horizon, glancing at the setting sun.

"If I had more time, I will make sure that mouth of yours can only ask for forgiveness." The woman lifted her foot and stomped hard, grinding Deci's face into the pavement like one would step on a c.o.c.kroach. Blood, flesh, and pieces of bone splattered everywhere, before turning into black puddles and dispersing into white smoke.

"Now, as much as I like his nagging..."

The woman turned around, her body fading into the air.