Finding Darkness

Chapter 13

I'm aware of someone shaking my shoulder. I hear a distant voice. I open my eyes and find myself back in my small room. My pupils contract to allow my to see while the morning sun streams through the window.

"Number 96, something happened last night exactly one hour before midnight. Might you have anything to do with it?" Tar's serious tone makes me turn my head in his direction. In doing so, I get a lungful of smoke.

"Damn it, Tar! How many times have I told you not to smoke in my presence!" I snarl angrily. I sit up, wondering when in the heck I fell asleep. I look at my left hand and see the bloodstaind knife clutched tightly in my fist, the blood coating almost the entire blade, and on my right, my index and middle fingers are covered in the blood I didn't wipe off. So it was real. And here I am thinking it was all a dream.

I must look like someone who's just escaped the asylum before it was time because Tar backs away from me nervously. "N-Number 96, have you a-any idea what happened?"

I giggle. "Well, I might know a thing or two." I give him my signature smirk. "I know the woman's name was Maria."

Tar looks genuinely surprised. "M-Maria!? The woman from the floral store?" 

"Yep."

"Number 96, you could have been caught!"

"Hey, it's my job to kill, your job to be that one human that's holding an important secret." I laugh that insane laugh. "By the way, what time is it?"

Tar checks the time-telling device on his arm. "Just after midday. Why?"

"I felt too lazy to check my internal clock," I answer with a smile. I laugh again. "Oh, you have no idea how much fun I had last night! All the screaming and the blood!" I start laughing like last night. "Oh, the thrill-"

I stop as something sharp jabs into my arm. Cold liquid pours into my system and I have time to say one last thing:

"A-anata neji..."

My eyesight goes fuzzy and I feel fear as I black out.

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When I wake up, it's evening. I look around the room quickly, thinking I'm back in my prison. I feel panic as I try to figure out where in the fuck I am. When I realize I'm still in the room, I relax a bit.

Where in the heck is that idiot Tar?!

I sit up, searching for any other human life here before considering going out of the safety of this room. No unfamiliar life. Only Tar's. Good. I need to have a word with him.

I slam the door open. "Tar!" I storm into what must be the living room. My tentacles are out and writhing , my black aura smoking around me. This is only some of he signs that people can tell I'm angry.

Everything in my way gets destroyed. The tendrils whips out in all directions as I storm to Tar. By the time I arrive, my arms are bloodied, I'm seething with rage, and every breakable thing is in small pieces behind and beside me.

"Number 96, y-you're up so soon?" Tar asks, surprised to see me out of the room.

"What. The. HELL!" I explode. The black weapons find his neck and constrict. "What the hell did you so that for, huh?"

Tar tries to pry them off, but that only makes me tighten my grip. "Th-the people would h-hear," he chokes out. "Th-they w-would know...that you're here."

I let go because I know he's right. Any human would've heard an insane laugh and followed it. No one's that stupid. I can't risk that. "Whatever. Just don't do it again," I growl.