ReRun!FPE

Empty Promises

Hearing. Whispers of the gentle breeze, a conductor of the birds, a melody he's already heard hundreds of times.

Sensing. Heaven given form, soothing to the soul, his skin dawns the pastel green surrounding him.

Seeing. Her world, his end... a cold reminder of where his soul truly belongs.

Reflex slows his recovery—flinching at most—his wounds casting deeper scars than he ever hoped to admit. At least for now, they wouldn't follow him here...

"Knowledge... is power." Not until after their conversation was over. " Your victory against that snake showed me you understand those words fully well. Congratulations Abbie... for winning your first of many battles to come."

Goman stood with her hands clasped together—one above the other—showering him with a foreseeable pride as if his victory was bound in fate. Abbie listened with indifference, breaking off as his vision faltered to the ground.

"There's something bothering you, I can tell." though of course, nothing gets past her. "I understand if you're not ready to tell me. But with the little time we have, I merely suggest-"

"I thought you would be mad at me." The air tensed, straining the silence between them. She slowly pulled her hands apart, tearing the intensity between them, before settling them back into her clothes.

"And what makes you think that?" His throat burned, igniting unspoken answers one-by-one throughout his mind. "It's about that snake, isn't it...? No... more accurately, it's about what you didn't do."

His heart tightened, her last remark weighing his head down in shame. "Goman I... I know what you wanted me to do but... I'm sorry. I just couldn't-"

"Save your pity... you wouldn't have gotten far anyway." Her charred palm rested on his right shoulder—flinching on contact—its rough and leathery texture stiffing his nerves with unease. "Assuming the others are equal, if not superior to that snake... I doubt they would've took the death of their friend too kindly, if you were hoping for a swift return that is."

Abbie glanced away, almost repulsing at the thought. Even thinking about what the others are capable of constrained his chest with heavy dismay.

"But as of right now, that needs to change... for there's a reason why I called you here." Her palm slipped away from its hold—relieving nerves from tension—letting curiosity dwell in the boys mind as she slowly paced around him. "∆lice... have you ever stopped to think about what would happen if she were to roam free?"

His answer didn't need much thought. "No, not really but... I imagine it wouldn't be much different than... what she's doing right now."

"Yes, that much is obvious. But tell me... when do you think she'll stop?" He opened his mouth... but the thought silenced him. "In a world devoid of its strength... in a world where oh so few garner the kind of power you hold... who's to stop her m∆lice from ruling over this city? This continent? This world?"

Her words sparked a theory—a nightmare, one with no end, no hope or dreams. The only limit to that kind of dreadful carnage was left to his vivid imagination. Even now, ∆lice already holds a distinct influence inside his school, one that even the big three—who are well above 99.9999999% of the human race—respect out of fear. So... if she wasn't bound to the confines of that door... (yes, I did in fact do the calculations)

"Though her influence as of now is limited... who knows how long it'll be before her chains finally start to crack." A small chuckle cracks her composure, tilting to the clouds above as one hand holsters her hip. "And somehow... she still has the audacity to call herself a 'princess.' Owning such a small kingdom, yet her ego is already satiated off all the obedience... Смешной. But I suppose if it hadn't been for that seal..." [1] She trails off, realizing that her patron had been slowly succumbing to the information.