Miscellaneous Lofty Scarlet Stiletto [English Version]

Variant Maxwell

I was already sixteen years old. Where I no longer lived in an orphanage. Instead, I was adopted by an American man. At first, I did not expect it would be ended like this. Ends to be part of The Dark Crimson Organization.

I never know that there is such a thing like that in the real world. I thought stories like a group of mafia or something like that only exist in the films that I have been watching.

My assumption was immediately broken when I knew this person. The person who is still monitoring my activities up to now. Do I have to say his name? This person's name. Owner of The Dark Crimson. The most feared person by the underground inhabitant. Not literally underground inhabitant, you know what I mean here is notorious criminals and US mafias.

Okay, alright. Before I get to the main story. First of all, I will tell you a little bit story about my encounter and how they created me into a killing machine.

I just got home from school, at that time I was still living in California. If I am not wrong, two months after that I would be fifteen years old.

Maybe I did living in one of the San Jose orphanages. But, I was still attending a fairly decent private school. While other residents of the orphanage did not get a better education than me. This was also the reason why I made a lot of hatred circle from people around me. Actually, it was not my fault. The orphanage has not intended to distinguish me from other children.

It was just that my family in London that turned out to be said concerned about my future, funding my education. To be honest, actually, this is bullshit. Logically is, if they really care about me, then why they flung me to orphanages. Instead of taking care of me with their own attention?

Was it because 'that' incident made them thought that nurturing me is a taboo? Like nurturing me is something forbidden. But in the end, there was no harm in accepting their kindness which was not entirely in vain.

I remember a song that was still playing on my headphones which were worn by me when I entered the orphanage's building.

Silent Lucidity

That song still reminds me of Michaela, the hapless girl.

The sound of conversation became greetings as I entered the orphanage's living room. There was a man with a firm face. He just opened the sunglasses was worn by him. Put it on the table. While one of the caregivers gave a cup of drink. I could not see it clearly what was inside.

My first impression, this man can easily intimidate the interlocutors. At first, I was not too busy to be curious about who he was. Maybe it was likely one of the people who want to adopt a child again. The difference is he did not come with his wife. That was quite strange to me. As long as I have known, the foster parents always come in pairs when they want to adopt a child.

"Rio, Sir Maxwell is looking for you." I suddenly stopped my footsteps. Wait, did my caregiver say 'Sir' just now?

I looked toward him with a leery gaze. From the start, this person tried to confiscate my attention. He smiled at me. At that time, I could not explain how are my feelings suddenly jumbled when looked directly into his eyes.

"Did you forget me, Varian?" That question made me suddenly racked my brain. How could I remember this person? Besides that was our first meeting. Next, he casually approached me. Embraced me. I flinched. Hey, how came. "You know, schizophrenia sometimes makes someone forgets about a certain memory." He spoke to my caregiver. Not me. Heard the word of schizophrenia made me goggled. How could he know that nonetheless I just knew him today? "Are you in a good mood lately Varian?" Well, now the direction of the conversation headed towards my other mental disorders.

Because I was still digesting what happened, I did not answer at all. Instead, my caregiver barked and spoke as if she felt the pain I felt.

"Ah, lately his mood is better than usual," said her, acting smartass. "You know, I'm so sorry sometimes he raved all day long incurred the other children are being afraid of him." Luckily, I still dwelled here. If it was not, maybe I would repeat the scene of pushing my orphanage caregiver from the top of the building where Michaela died.

As if knowing what was in my brain that man who was still mysterious to me patted my head. "Looks like you still go back and forth to psychiatrists for your sedatives?" He stroked my head.

It was the first time I felt a touch of affection after a long time. I have ever forgotten how it felt to have someone that really paid attention to me instead of treated me like I am trash.

Who was that guy? Why was he different from others?

I nodded innocently. Well, what he said was not wrong, he was right. At that age, my mood swings were very extreme. Compared to now, it is much better. I had to go to meet my psychiatrist every two weeks. I could not escape from drugs, especially tranquillizers and somnifacients. Sometimes these drugs have no effect as they must be.

"Have you taken your medicine, Varian?" One more thing that really bothered me. He had been saying my nickname that only certain people knew about it.

Again I was intimidated, I just nodded like an obedient dog. I did not know what to say. A puzzle had been popping up without a sign of stopping from earlier.

"He must be delighted you will finally take care of him, Sir." My eyes could not lie. My pupils were shrinking when listening to the caregiver's words. Did not I mishear something?

In fact, since that meeting, I was finally released from a hateful gaze. Thus, now turned into a reluctant gaze and fear tucked in between. I do not care too much about what do people think of me.

Obviously, I am grateful to meet with that man named Albert Maxwell, which often I call Dad. I heard in the organization it is only me that call him like that. Maybe it is because I am a foster child. But, they said because I am different. Since that time he gave me a name, Variant Maxwell. He legally raised me to be his son. So, legally I must be able to inherit his property too.

The complete story about him who suddenly came and knew about my identity will be revealed next time.