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"HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A PSYCHOPATH TO ME."
"You can't judge a book by it's cover."
"But you can judge one by it's smell."
"He's cute."
"Yeah totally, the cover of a homeless magazine."
Four teenagers stood in front of Marcus. Two girls and two boys. All different from each other in posture and attitude. Not to mention their completely opposite styles of dress.
They kept observing the boy and making all sorts of idle remarks.
In another life, Marcus would probably have tried to bond with them. This scruffy-looking group could have become his friends, had circumstances been different.
It's true that being kidnapped by a strange gang of youngsters was not something he was used to in his life.
So Marcus certainly wasn't going to make friends with this bunch of idiots.
But he'd probably change his mind when he saw her.
After all, there were not four but five strangers in this gloomy room. Standing close to the exit, her arms crossed over her chest and her back against the wall, the young girl watched from the corner of her eye what was happening over Billy's shoulder.
To tell the truth, she didn't give a damn.
She couldn't understand why Master Lin had told her to team up with this bunch of assholes. Everyone knew she wasn't very cooperative. She always completed every mission to perfection, on her own.
More importantly, why was she still here?
"Well, you big bastard? Are you responsible for the orphanage massacre?" exclaimed Willie sharply.
He was pathetic.
The girl wanted to laugh. That bunch of idiots in front of her with their pitiful tough-guy looks. Their haughty, contemptuous looks could even ruffle her hair from afar.
They all felt superior for no reason at all, simply to frighten the strapping boy.
The girl was looking forward to the day when she would reduce them to ashes. A small smile played on her lips as she imagined their bastard blood dripping onto the ground.
She prayed it would be soon.
The girl lifted herself off the wall and moved towards the exit. She wanted to get away from these idiots when she heard the boy's voice echoing around the room. "Pretty tough barking at a dude tied to a chair," he said, filled with sarcasm.
Finally, she was going to stay a little longer. This could get interesting.
"Untie this punk-ass bitch," Willie snapped.
"All right," Billy replied, stepping toward the boy.
"Forgive my students," interrupted Master Lin as he entered the room. "They forget that viciousness serves only to make them look weak," he said as he approached the small group. The young girl still on the sidelines.
The man stopped a few yards from the boy, a cup in his hand before asking, "Marcus, are you satisfied with your life?"
Marcus.
That was his name.
But anyway, it didn't matter. The information was going to be suppressed in the girl's little head.
His name wasn't important.
He wasn't important.
"Me?" he asked. "I eat trash and I sleep in piss. Everything according to plan," he continued sarcastically.
Saya's fists clenched before interrupting him curtly, "Speak to Master Lin with respect."
"Master Lin can eat my shit."
Hearing these words, the girl lurking in the darkness shifted toward the door, so as to stand in front of the boy but as far away as possible. She wanted to get a better look at his face. Simple curiosity, nothing more.
"Who the hell are you people?" he asked, tilting his head towards Master Lin, an expression of incomprehension on his face.
Master Lin stepped towards him and replied calmly, "What's important is that we know who you are, Marcus. And that we know what you've done. You're a killer."
The girl frankly didn't feel she was standing in front of a killer. But then, appearances can be deceiving.
She couldn't count the number of people who'd been wrong about her.
A killer hidden behind a beautiful, angelic face that she molded seamlessly to her ends.
"Few value this particular proficiency, but I do," Master Lin continued. "What if I told you there's a home for people like you? A school where you'd be supported by your peers."
"Only what? I dress up like a Viking so you can take tasteful pictures?" replied Marcus with an amused look.
Master Lin kept his cool in the face of the boy's mocking smile. "I'm offering you the chance to harness that fire inside you. To master the deadly arts."
"The deadly arts, yeah," Marcus nodded. "Sounds great," he continued without a hint of sincerity. "This all seems really sane and normal, and you all look like a fun bunch, but. . ." he said, rising from the chair. "Anyway, see you," he finished as he picked up his backpack, giving Willy a tap on the shoulder in the process.
It was when he was about to leave the room that he finally noticed her.
Hidden in the darkness, her small, piercing blue eyes stared at him without the slightest emotion. Her gaze was so cold it sent shivers down his spine.
Marcus had the strange impression that she had just frozen his heart.
He quickly averted his eyes and left the room without waiting even a second longer. He could now catch his breath.
"That son of a bitch stole my wallet," Willie exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
The girl's lips curled up into a thin line, this boy was one hell of a bastard but she'd probably have done the same thing.
It was disconcerting how she'd felt earlier, when the boy had stared at her with his brown eyes, as if a wave of warmth had enveloped her body and dissipated the second he'd left the room.
The girl's smile instantly vanished as she heard Master Lin's words, "Your turn, Heather."
