You know, it's kind of absurd why I fell from my throne just because I let my desires overcome me. Sometimes, you just have to keep resisting rather than let it. I was too naive to top off even my mind, and now I am living in that result of the mistake I had caused back then. Whether or not I am satisfied or dissatisfied, I'm both in between. I am always between at some circumstances.
I turned my head at the distance, watching as everything passed on to the flow of time. The cars that come and go, those annoying honking and the consistent screeching of tires, the vibrancy the city could bring. I never thought I would come to like the city's environment.
Swinging my feet back and forth as I sat on the railings, I let myself feel the breeze of evening air hit through my pale skin. This is one of the many reasons why I like going out at night, which I always do. Although it saddens me to see not a single star twirling on the night skies due to extreme light pollution caused by the city. But still, there are many more beautiful things at Night than stargazing. There is always something beautiful even in the darkest times. I kept reminding myself that for the sake of not creating havoc.
Many things have changed. I changed. I seem to cannot grasp humanity anymore and yet I let myself be enthralled by the view. It has been five years since all of it happened.
When I finally left that spot, I strolled down the slopes of the streets towards my home. As I passed along other individuals, I couldn't help but feel infuriated as they gave me this weirded out yet prying eyes, wondering if I was some sort of a weirdo, which of course, I am. Yet I paid no attention to them, like I always do.
I understand them though. If I'm at a different circumstance, I know for a fact that I'll react unlikely if I see some stranger wearing a mask, a wooden mask carved with several slashes of knives. Though I'm sure I would act curiously rather than weirdedly.
Not wanting to feel their burning gazes even more, I quickly sauntered over to the dark areas of the city, where few people would normally doesn't go. This was where I would usually walk to since I didn't liked walking with the others. Although, dark places like this are sometimes the perfect environment for illegal activities, which I tried all this time not to get involved with.
A certain man with a piercing on his nose, leaning on the wall on an alleyway gazes at me, puffing out cigarette smokes. I know him, he's name is Osamu, one of the guys here. He often causes trouble to passersby by harassing them, including me. I was a victim. Though I showed him his place as a defense, he's not really that much of a deal. Just your typical delinquent poeple. I know for a fact that he took deep regards of my presence because he didn't really bother me afterwards whenever I pass the area. Good guy, I may say.
Suddenly, I heard grunting and groaning, faltering constantly in an untimely pattern. A voice that reeks of pain and desperation, something I'm quite familiar with. Implicated by the noises, I find myself slowly venturing towards a quiet and alleyway, cautiously setting my guard high up until I reached the other side where the faint light hit my chest. Contorting myself in contemplation, whether or not what I heard was an illusion or just the voices in my head again, but it's too realistic to be unrealistical. I'm sure of it.
As I waver my eyes on the silent streets, a cough caught me off-guard, jumping frighteningly as I find a person just a few feet away from me. The stranger hid beneath a shade where I'm sure I will not be able to find if I don't look intently.
"What's up with you?" I asked flatly.
It was a guy, apparently younger than the dudes I typically see in this part of the city. He was full of blood and bruises as if he just escaped death, I could smell the stench of dried blood all the way here. He slowly gazes up to meet my face, weakly and effortly raising his hand to ask for my help, though I didn't hear him say it, it was clear what he was asking for. I didn't really mind every person that I encounter, actually, I don't care about them. I'm as narcissistic as I can get.
It amuses me to see a person in this state, his clothes all crumpled and disheveled, some parts of it were even ripped off. How the hell did he become like that?
Not bothering to look at him any further, I left that spot and continued my way. Anyone would ask me, did I feel any sort of remorse or sympathy? Of course not, I just wanted to know where that voice was coming from. I honestly didn't intend to save him or anything, I'm just curious.
"Hey kid." This night couldn't get any interesting.
A familiar figure stood behind my back, causing me to freeze on my spot. I didn't budge, not even an inch. I awaited for his purpose of calling me, my guard high and clear. Though, one thing was circulating in my mind. Why was the one and only pro hero Eraserhead speaking to me? Kinda nerve-racking to say the least.
"By any chance, have you seen a man wearing a white shirt and brown shorts?" I hear his energy-lacking, flat voice, void of life. "He's covered with blood. By any chance, have you seen him?" He added, making sure to clarify it.
I see now. So that person holds a tiny bit of significance.
"I'm afraid I don't, sadly. Why? Did he do something illegal?" I need to dig deeper. This might be worthwhile.
"That is classfied information. You should go home now, kid. This part of the city is not safe for you." I sense him getting ready to leave.
"Thanks for the concerns, Eraser Head. I'll be careful."
As I sense him finally leaving, I spun around to see him instantly gone at my sight, grinning wildly behind my mask. It seems like I have involved myself to something I was trying to get away to. I pretended as if I didn't care that interaction. But as I walk to the dark alleyway, I sensed him. I sensed him precise and clear. Eraser Head was spying me.
I could feel him creeping above the roofs where he's sure I wouldn't see him. Pretty sneaky, I must say. I wonder what I did wrong to cause him to take interest in me. Eraser Head was no ordinary hero. And I'm sure he'll be a threat in the near future.
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