You look good in red...

~264 and some extras~

"I'm here to see some tears, blood, and screams!" A familiar face yells at us. I know this face. It's the client. We both turn our heads towards the door. I look at Elsa and see how annoyed he is.

"Mister Glacies, Miss Megumi, we can start now that I'm here to watch!" He says with a big grin on his face. Happy people are often the dumb ones and, he's probably one of them. The only way to get to our services is through the government or connections. That means he probably isn't as dumb as I think he is.

"Ok, come with us," Elsa says in a monotonous tone as he stands up and, I stand up too. I don't hear any annoyance in his voice but, his face says the opposite. All three of us go through the door into the little room next to the main one. There is no door between the main room and the little one. It's just a hole in the wall. We get to the main room and, the client immediately sits down on the raised part of the floor and crosses legs. Elsa goes to the other side of the room, where, is the other hole in the wall leading to the Hall of the Old Ones.

"So, we can start." The client bubbles.

"Ok," I say and go to the cage. The click-clacking footsteps are very audible. It's the only sound in here. The ghosty silence interrupted by me. I stand there for a moment.

"Do you know why you are here? Hm?" I ask mockingly. I always enjoy this part. I wish I could see him. I hope he's up. If he isn't and I would be talking to the air, I would be embarrassed.

"W-who... WHO A-ARE YO-YOU!? Why am I here? I didn't do anything bad! You've got the wrong person!" He shouts. I'm glad he's up. He tries to sound aggressive but, all I can hear is fear, desperation, and dismay. He's scared for his life. Pfft, as he should.

"No, honey, I'm sure we've got the right person. You are Marid Amora am I right?" I say with a big smirk. I even giggled when I said, honey. The only people I call that are the ones that aren't that far from death. When should I take that blanket off? Now maybe?

"Yes, that's me but, I didn't do anything wrong! I will pay you if you want. I can give you as much as you want. I won't tell the police, I promise! Just let me go!" He's hopeless. He has a wife and a baby.

"With my money?" The client speaks up. He stands up and comes closer to the cage. He can do pretty much whatever he wants. He's the one paying. Now! Now is the perfect time to take it off. I remove the blanket and throw it on the floor behind the cage. Marid is a mess. He's sweaty and terrified. I can see the terror in his eyes. I love it. We both stand there looking at him about a meter away from him. He's like an animal. That's what we are after, all. Animals trying to get separated from the other animals because we feel like we're better. We are not. We are even worse.

"Wha-" Marid is speechless. I'm sure he's surprised. I don't know the client's name. People usually introduce themselves.

"What do you think Alice would say if she saw you like that?" The client says. Alice? Is that his wife? How does he know his wife? Were they friends before he stole his whole company? Apparently, he stole almost all his money too. We are quite expensive.

"Probably something stupid like, 'is this a zoo?'" Amora says with a slight chuckle. I see all the hatred and sadness in his eyes. He already knows he's not going to see them ever again. I wonder if he thinks they're dead.

"Yeah, sure, she hated zoos. Did you know she hated them?" The client adds. Wait, this isn't just about the company. There is more going on.

"No, she never told me. Maybe she didn't want to go to one with you. Maybe you are the one she didn't like." Amora says monotonously. It's emotionless. I used to speak that way too. I helped doctors and scientists understand many things but mostly DID. That was the worst experience I've ever been through and, it still is. After that, I lost all my will to live. I wanted to escape this but still be there. Disappear and then come back when I get my shit together but still being around at the same time. Just watch life from 3rd person point of view. I wanted to escape all that so bad I didn't care at what cost. That's how I ended up in this body, my twin sister's body. It was better than suicide. Well, I ended up drinking chemicals and cutting myself anyway. She died for nothing. Sorry, Izumi. I really am just a parasite in someone else's body. Most of the time, I forget that but, in times like this, I don't even feel alive anymore.

"You little bastard," the client says mockingly, "she had a fur allergy." he continues. Wait, had? Were we supposed to kill her too? And these things, like the fact that she had a fur allergy and her hatred for a zoo, are news to me. His secretary didn't do a very satisfying job.

"Where are they? Alice and Carol. Are they ok? You can do whatever you want to do with me as long as they are safe." Amora cries out before he looks down on his legs. He's crying but, why? Because he thinks they are far from ok or because he knows his end has come?

"I would let you see but, I heard you are not very into paintings and statues." The client smirks. He looks at Amora with disgust in his eyes and a big smirk on his face. I don't remember doing that. Am I missing something? Did he do that himself? So many questions. Amora's eyes widen and, his mouth opens.

"...What!?" Marid asks. He's terrified and on the verge of break down. I missed this. People in this state always believe everything I say. That means I can make them more traumatized much easier.

"Yes, here, miss Megumi can show you. It was all her work. I must say she's very talented." The client says and looks at me. Does he know what my curse can do? Are we just going to lie to him like that? Ok. I smirk and turn to Marid Amora. I bend so I can touch him. My curse allows me to create and show fake or real scenarios to other people if I touch their skin. I grab his arm and show him. Willy showed us how do they look. I think all babies look pretty much the same. His wife is beautiful. I'm kind of jealous.

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I throw her on the floor with her baby in her hands. She's protecting it. I have a knife. The baby is screaming and, she's crying with fear in her eyes. We are in the weird storage room with chains. She's mumbling something about help being already on the way.

"Don't cry. You're exiting me even more." I whisper with a smirk. She shuts her mouth, but the tears are still falling down her face. The anger mixed with disgust in her eyes is indescribable. She still believes that they are going to survive this.

"I have no idea who you are, but you are disgusting!" She shouts.

"I know. I get that a lot." I say with a big smirk. There's a short pause.

"How many people have you already killed?" She almost whispers. She's terrified, as she should be.

"I don't know. I've lost a count at 263. I know that's quite a specific number but, I couldn't count all the dead bodies after we blew up the Mexican restaurant in the centre of Pluvia." I say. Her eyes go wide. "You know that town, am I right? Heh, of course, I am." I continue. "You were born there." I look her in the eyes as I add. "Do you know what Pluvia means?" I ask a look at her curiously. Her expression stays the same. "Pluvia means rainwater or rain in Latin. That makes sense because it rains quite a lot in there." I finish. She's still crying and, the baby is still screaming. I don't say anything for a moment. "You know..." I think a little bit and then add. "It would be traumatising for a child to watch their mother, get killed don't you think?" She's in shock, with wide eyes and a half-open mouth. I go closer to her and grab her baby. Her expression doesn't change. The tears run down her cheeks. "What a pretty baby," I say. "What is her name?" I ask with a smile.

"Carol." She says. "Don't hurt her, please!" She yells. She's still sitting on the floor, looking at me with wide eyes full of fear. I look at her softly with a weak smile. I grab the crying baby by the back of her shirt and, I stretch my hand like I want to throw that baby. And then I do, on the wall opposite to Alice. She didn't have the time to close her eyes. Carol lies on the ground not far from that wall. There is blood on the wall and the ground. I look back at her and say,

"264 and some extras." with a smirk and a soft voice in a mocking tone. Carol is like one step from me on my right side. I step on her head with a loud crack and add, "I'm excited about my 265th victim." in a deep voice and excited tone. Her eyes go wide and, her mouth is now fully open. The terror on her face is indescribable. I love it. I go towards her and bend, so now we are on the same eye level. I take out a knife and cut her throat with one swing. She's bleeding. "Good night," I say and stand up. I take the baby and put it on her lap.

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I pull my hand back and stand up. It didn't take more than a few seconds. He has wide eyes and an open mouth.

"No..." He whimpered looking, in front of him with tears running down his cheeks.

"Yes..." Says the client.