Klempey [EN]

Chapter 10: The Light at the end of the Tunnel

"Yeah, and my name is Marie Antoinette," Chena directed an incredulous look at Paul who was perched on the table where they were resting, his actions were dominated by the emotion of the story he was narrating, before that lack of faith he dedicated a dry and pompous look to Chena, but then he realized that next to him Anthon was looking at him in the same way, only Kill-A was excited at what he was narrating.

"I'm serious! His mouth was only built by two huge and imposing teeth, the same ones that pierced the metal of the hull...", Chena could no longer contain her laughter, Pablo again interrupted her story in annoyance and looked her up and down looking for an apology, "Come on, if he had really bitten the hull, your submarine would have imploded from the pressure, you wouldn't be here telling us about your... wonderful and completely real adventures", Chena made an ironic emphasis in her last words, which undoubtedly annoyed Pablo who got down from the table with his head down and sat with his arms crossed, if nobody believed him there would be no point in continuing to reveal his adventures.

When she saw that Pablo stopped the narration Kill-A got up from the table, "Don't listen to them, go on!" she shouted desperate to know the end of such an exciting story, Pablo, who did not expect such a reaction, put his hand to his heart excited at the fact that someone was interested in his stories, followed by the complaints of Chena and Anthon, Pablo got back on that table, as if it were a stage to continue narrating his odyssey.

"You know, you've been here for two weeks, but when you've been here for a couple of months, you'll end up like us," Anthon was still disgusted by the motivation Kill-A was offering Pablo who kept narrating endlessly.

Chena got up with the intention of tying herself up with anything else, admonished on the road was Hector, as was now customary, he watched Kill-A's presence suspiciously. It was no secret that Chena did not see Hector's behavior as coherent, after all, without her powers, she was just a girl, but that was not enough for Hector, because one of the hardest lessons he had to learn was that any person can be a monster and any monster can impersonate a person.

"Seriously, cut it out, the poor thing is having a hard time adapting to us", but Hector did not give in to Chena's persuasion, he only gave her a crooked look that quickly returned to Kill-A, she was perfectly aware that Hector was watching her the whole time she was with them, but to a certain extent... That comforted her, the pressure of having to fulfill her mission, of hurting people who didn't deserve it and the emotional chaos she felt, having someone supervising her offered her stability, the security that she couldn't do anything, that's why she didn't have to worry about her mission or her friends... For the first time since she woke up, she felt like a normal person.

It was getting close to lunch time, so Pablo went back to the kitchen followed by Kill-A. He boiled a huge pot of water to which he poured various vegetables and some meat, no doubt the smell of that potion was capable of taking anyone lucky enough to be in his presence to Valhalla.

"Hey! Can you help me with this?", Kill-A nodded without thinking, what less than helping the person who is feeding you, he went over to the second drawer of the countertop and took out cutlery for everyone. He spent his time making sure they were in their correct place and perfectly aligned, without his powers he had proven to be a very meticulous person... Maybe too much so.

He returned to the kitchen, this time to get the crystal glasses, one for each one, in the same way, he placed them correctly in each place, with the ideal orientation, and finally, he was facing his last task, pouring water in all the glasses, with the same precision as in his previous tasks, he was leaving them at an almost identical level in all of them. However, the huge glass carafe was very heavy, and before she could realize it, it slipped from her hands, leaving a puddle on the table.