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...the monster begin to show itself...
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"I want the leader. Not Osanai. The leader," a h/c coloured girl declares in determination and anger. "I'll crush him," she says, fist clenching. A small flashback takes place, a voice of someone important suggesting she clenches her fist instead of raging out.
Mikey smirks, shaking his head at her in amusement with his eyes closed. He crossed his arms, laying against the metallic wall of the place they'd chosen to meet.
"Osanai is the leader, though?" he asked, somewhat mocking her. He knew exactly what she was getting at. "Or, are you suggesting that he isn't?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing," she replied, "I mean, look at the guy. He's so stupid, he could've never orchestrated the whole thing," she said.
"And, come on, why would anyone follow someone so aggressive and antisocial?" she went on to say, "he's the opposite of a leader. He's the opposite of you."
The people reunited around her considered the option for a while, and though to the normal individual it would've looked like the argument had been dropped, she knew damn well that it hadn't.
"Alright. If you're right, you can take him down," Mikey finally agreed. "However you want."
As realisation kicked in, her eyes glowed a bright red from a moment, the thirst for blood showing as she laughed maniacally.
