Distorted

Chapter fifteen, Lonely children.

Dreams crumble over each other in the land of steel machinery and granite sky. They melt over each other, forming a mold of monochrome. This is why Ilusia is different, its people where all the same print, the same faces, the same dreams and life.

Was it the twitching of these machines that caused the endless unrest of those empty casts? Was the tight shackles Milasic corporation forced on them? What force in this world would be able to overcome each living being's ambitions and colors to change them like a dough?

Fear.

It's always fear. It will always be fear.

Ilusians lived in fear of what their lives would be, they were afraid of losing a child to light men, or a husband to the industry, or a mother to a ritual, Ilusians were the product of the inequity of this city and they were the weakest of the entire empire.

In the hideout in Izora, in an isolated room which no one can come near to, Elijah sat with his face buried deep in his palms, sweaty and nervous, he was breathing heavily and cussing words angrily, he got off his bed and looked at his laptop for a second then closed it with all of his strength almost breaking it.

"She thinks she's smart?!" He muttered as he walked around the room, shirtless. His body had so many wounds that almost make him look like he escaped a torture chamber.

"I've keep an eye on here ever since she got here, five long years!" He cried to himself as he sat down again.

"I've to do something" Elijah said, sounding more firm and determined than earlier, he walks to the end of his room and wears his chaser clothes and hood, he breathes heavily as if he's about to commit an atrocity against the hideout.

"I'll kill her. If Viktor couldn't, I can" Elijah said, picking up his poison coated special knife and put it in his pocket. He was ready to kill Merit.

Merit was stunned by the discovery she just made. Having found the precious treasure she owned five years ago brought her an unexplained happiness although she does realize what kind of danger this treasure brought her, it was the time to leave these painful five years behind, and also, start off all alone without the help of those who betrayed you.

She packed her belongings in a non-suspicious way, hurrying up before the bell rings and the hall gets crowded, but as she did so, a tap on her shoulder made her react in fear as she realized she could be taken back by George or the black hats anytime.

"Something is..Off about you, Merit." A familiar voice said behind Merit, it belonged to Lydia.

Lydia's face was bruised, her left hand was in a cast and she sounded off, this time, Merit can recognize her unfriendly tone, but what frightened her the most is the fact there are almost five minutes till the bell rings, and so, answering Lydia will just delay her more.

"I'm not free for a chitchat." Merit said, pushing Lydia aside and heading to the door.

"You forgot something important." Lydia said, waving with Merit's note in her hand and a smirk on her beaten face.

"What are you doing?! Give this back to me!" Merit said, aggressively snatching the note out of Lydia's hand who struggled to keep it with her, however, she didn't run out of cards yet.

Merit was confused. She was aware of Lydia's sweet character, she was kind-hearted enough to take the consequences of another girl's mistake. This sudden turn means only the worst for Merit.

"Destroying Corelight..That's a rebellion you know" She said, lowering down her voice as she looked straight into Merit's eyes. Merit could do nothing but gasp in fear and hold Lydia's mouth with her head, "Shut the fuck up!" She muttered but Lydia weakly pushed her back.