Off Stage : Mayhem

7 - Outbreak (2)

Inside a train connecting Kitezh, the capital city of Koroan Kingdom and the Free City of Mt. Vitor.

A young man in his crimson uniform sat beside the window and watching the moving scenery outside the train.

Among them, there was a couple running holding hands. They were running like there was no tomorrow and didn't look back at all.

Behind them, there were some certs in their original demon form after them.

Bzzt.

The young man was holding a woman's hand and running, there were certs following them in the back.

In their running, he could hear the woman's words while gasping.

"No... no... huft. Cannot, hah... ha... no more. Husband just leave me and run."

He looked over and saw some bruises on woman's face. He was confused, slowing down their pace.

"Husband! Ha... ha..."

Of his hesitancy, certs behind them caught up and roughly pulled the woman's hair while laughing.

"Hahahaha! You shall die here!"

He was caught too, he just didn't resist. His eyes stayed on the woman's abdomen which bulging. He ignored the yelling woman telling him to run away.

Bzzt.

The young man laid unconscious on the floor of the train, his eyes slightly opened yet its pupil had no movement.

Only the bushes moved in constant speed along with the train.

...

A detective in his thirties walked slowly with his head down writing on his note. He bumped into a nurse and automatically apologized before walking again with head down still.

He stopped in front of the elevator, pocketing his note and pressed the up button.

He took the elevator and went to sixth floor, carefully reading the room's number when walking. He stopped in front of sixth-zero-seven room and knocked.

"Excuse me, I am Detective Shvarts from City Department of Internal Affairs."

"Ah, yes. You can come in."

The door was slid open, the detective made his first step come in while observing the man on his bed. A man with his bright smile contrary to his burned-leg which was bandaged.

Bzzt.

The detective was in a factor, a textile factory. He sat in front of a sewing machine.

For a second, he didn't move and only blinked. Around him, probably hundreds, no... thousands workers sewed some cloth's parts together in order.

Beep beep... Beep!

"What? Doesn't it a fire warning?"

"Quickly go to the exit!"

"Leave immediately."

Inside the chaos, only the detective observed his surrounding without panic. He grasped what's happening, he experienced the victim's past. The fire incident on the textile factory.

...

In the office of Ministry of Justice, in Belovodye Empire.

"There's people who broke free from the illusion, you say?"

A man in his crimson uniform with five stars on the left chest tapped the table impatiently, two other men stood in front of him--there were three stars on their left chest's uniform--with one file in their hand for each.