Two Faced Killer

Chapter 11: Connections

Len bolted after the figure just as it hurried down the streets and towards a car. It threw the front door open and climbed in. Len gritted his teeth as the car started. He continued running as the car lurched forward. He clawed at the car's body, grabbing the vehicle. The car surged forward and something flew past Len's left cheek, surprising him. He fell back onto the road as the car roared into the distance.

"Shit," he swore under his breath, giving the finger to the car as it became smaller and smaller against the horizon.

The agent got to his feet and dusted himself off. He looked down at the pavement by his feet, where a throwing knife lay. It must've been what the figure threw at him, he concluded. Len picked it up swiftly before walking over towards the fence, where Mikuo, Mikuo, Anon and Kanon were standing.

"What was that all about?" Mikuo mumbled as Len glared at him and Miku.

"Who was that?" Len hissed. The brother and sister jolted, surprised by the coldness of his voice, "You better fucking answer me..."

"W-We...," Miku bit her lip nervously. Mikuo grabbed her hand to comfort her. Anon and Kanon giggled.

"We can't say," Mikuo finished, meeting Len's poisonous gaze.

"Why the hell not?" Len growled.

"B-Because it said it'd kill us if we did!" Miku burst out suddenly.

She sucked in a breath immediately after, feeling something thin and cool against the flesh of her neck.

A...A knife?!

Her eyes danced over to her brother. He had a knife pressed against his neck as well. Anon and Kanon weren't laughing anymore.

"You better tell me," Len snarled, the cool blue of his eyes ignited, "Or I'll kill you."

"B-Blondie...," one of the sisters stammered.

Len opened his mouth to hiss another threat, but he felt two arms grab him before he could. He was flipped back and thrown onto the pavement roughly. The knives slipped out of his hands and he groaned, looking up at the blurry image of the person looming over him.

Quickly, Len lifted himself up. His vision returned. It was that pink haired boy from yesterday. His lips were curled into a scowl but the expression held by his eyes was one of indifference. Len thrust an arm forward and grabbed the boy's shoulder. The boy grabbed Len's arm and twisted, spinning back. He kicked Len, his foot connecting with the agent's stomach.

"We should get away from here," Len heard Anon as she and her sister pulled Miku and Mikuo away to one side.

The pink haired boy put his hands in the pockets of his black jeans and furrowed his brow, tilting his head to one side and offering Len an expression of disapproval.

"Unless you want things to get worse than they are," the boy began, "You'll leave."

"What I do is none of your business," Len said, "Where'd you learn how to fight?"

The boy shrugged and began walking away. "Leave us alone," he called without even turning back.

Len grimaced and walked towards the school, watching Miku and the others. Anon and Kanon were talking quietly and Mikuo was glaring at Len. The agent slowly approached them and looked at the brother and sister apologetically.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, unsure of whether he meant it or not.

"You're dangerous, aren't you?" Miku whispered. Mikuo elbowed her and scowled at Len.

"The person you two were talking to was dangerous," Len replied.

"How do you know that?" Mikuo spat.