Kleftis

Grief

I don't wish to be alive. Everything I know is death and pain. I'm a useless thief. All I do is hurt and steal. Did she have to go? Did she? Why!? To the powers that be, why did she have to die!? Tell me! Please! Is there a great plan where I go through all this pain and grief and sorrow to be the greatest man alive? There's no purpose in this! There's no purpose in life! There's no purpose in death! There's no purpose at all! Do we all just float around and do whatever until we die? And that's it? If that's it then I no longer need to be alive. Kleftis cried silently in his mind

He was walking around his old home town. A sense of nostalgia fell over him. He walked around in the market, he noticed Umbras booth, and the boys booth. A feeling of fear and terror fell over him. He was known in this town as a killer. Even though it was a while ago, they would recognize him, he hasn't grown a hand.

He began to run, he tried running out of town but he was lost. He forgot his way around town. He just started wandering around until something felt familiar. Something did, a spot where his life changed forever.

"I'm sorry." Kleftis insinuated

"It wasn't you. It wasn't me. I feel you should know the truth now." The man in black shocked Kleftis with his sudden turn up

"There's a truth? I doubt it. We cook with fake fire."

"There is a truth. And the truth is this. When you hid in my coat, Jeremiah Witterman saw that you were in grave trouble. He decided to sacrifice himself for your sake. He killed the boys and fled. No one has seen him since."

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A/N

So I just realized, some of you might not know what "cooking with fake fire" means. It's a term we sometimes use in the south. It means that you wouldn't trust anything someone said.

When Kleftis says "We cook with fake fire" he was saying that he doesn't trust anything anyone says or does. Including himself.