The Being Named Kira

The Gregg She Knew

Chapter 4 : The Gregg She Knew

 Though there was a pile of dead children in front of her, Kira did nothing but look at them indifferently. It was all too familiar for her. It was nothing new. She has seen all kinds of morbidity and even more. 

Bloodless or not, she got used to the sight but something was different this time. Something was tingling inside of her head. 

She instantly touched the trinket Leone put on her. It was triggering great emotions in her.  

Leone looked at the bodies sympathetically then turned to Kira. His expectations were right. Kira did react the way he thought so. 

Her gray eyes were blank as ever. Her expression became more hardened and stoic. She just stood there, motionless. 

When he couldn't take it anymore, he closed the door in front of her.

This did the trick. Kira blinked may times then slowly eyed him.

"How did you know about this, Leone?"

"A while ago," he answered, shrugging his shoulders.

She stared at him suspiciously.

Leone smiled a bit then added, "I looked around while you and Gregg were talking about the painting."

Kira nodded in comprehension and focused her thoughts again of the dead children.

Their gruesome image flashed again in her head. Blood was everywhere. Their eyes were open yet obviously there was no life in it. Someone did this to them. Some sick sadistic bastard did this to those poor children.

"Mr. Gregg," Kira whispered.

"You're right."

 "But how could he do something so... livid?"

"I told you earlier, nothing is what it seems like," Leone drew a quiet sigh then placed this hands on his pockets. "Gregg's no different."

"I see. Earth is quite like our planet after all."

Moments of silence passed then an old woman's voice spoke  up, "I never knew Gregg had children for company yet again." A hearty laugh followed suit.

The two turned around. A beautiful old lady was staring back at them. She had graying ash brown hair yet her blue eyes shined happily.

"Could I interest you both with some cups of tea?"

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The old lady's name is Matilda Sutcliffe. Matilda proved suffice for her to be called. She lives in a small yet functional house. No decorations unlike Gregg Harrison's except for a familiar looking child's painting. 

These facts flew in a hustle in Leone's mind. He took everything he senses into memorization. Indeed, he was as strange as Kira but right now, the one who's more mind-boggling was Matilda.

Matilda merrily took the two into her house. They were now in her monochrome colored living room. She served them tea with tons of sugar cubes. She asked each of their names and gave hers in return. She kept pressing on questions to Kira and Leone. It was like she was an old friend of theirs who hasn't seen them for a while. 

Kira was too courteous to cut Matilda in, nevertheless, Leone was good in talking himself out of sticky predicaments.

"Excuse me, Matilda, but why were you in Gregg's house?" he asked casually with a suave smile.