Seeing through the Flames (Killua x OC) (Kurapika x OC)

Chapter 16

WARNING: If you are uncomfortable with gore, cruelty, torture, and/or unstable behavior, please skip this chapter or skim through it quickly. Thank you.

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Arla sighed minutely, sitting down in her chair, as she watched Chronis' puppet, Davis, slashing 'X's at the poor victim with his specially ordered silver fillet knife. "Marcus, did you get the information out of him?" She asked him in a bored manner, yawning and messing with her glasses.

Marcus had walked up to her all silent and scared. "Y-yes..." He handed over a piece of paper. "The information is written down on here for your convenience."

"Good work. I guess not everyone in my group is an idiot." She acknowledged him while sighing. Once she decided that his presence was unneeded, she waved her hand to dismiss him.

The victim screamed out of pain. Davis pushed the blade into the man's rib cage, slowly making a long horizontal cut on his body. They tried to escape from him, but the ropes kept them in place. Tears streamed down their face as snot from their nose mixed in with the tears. By the time he finished, the man twitched in pain as blood seeped out of his body.

"Well, he's definitely dead." Arla jumped up from her seat and stretched out her arms. "I think I'll go take an afternoon nap." Glancing at Marcus from afar, she waved over at him. "Marcus, take over the post for me."

"B-but..." He could not continue his sentence as doing so would mean his death. He just bowed and sighed lightly. "I will stay right here then."

She patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks. I knew I could depend on you." She smiled brightly at him, which mesmerized him for a moment. Before he could process anything, she had already left the area.

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Arla sipped on her tea as Marcus began to torture their new victim. She sighed and leaned against her arm, which made the timid man whip the victim harder in fear that he had earned her displeasure. Her ears perked up.

"I heard that the new leader will get the treasure!" An excitable grunt cackled. "Man, I wish I was at the top... Then I could get that treasure and use it to punish anyone who goes against me."

"But I heard that the treasure is too dangerous, even for its user." A frightened young man shook his head in misery. "I don't think we'll ever be at the top, but maybe it's better that way."

"Tch, you're just a scaredy cat. I don't even know how you got into the Famiglia in the first place." The grunt nudged the young man. "But we can go take a look at it secretly! I know that it's in the leader's office. According to some sources, the treasure is apparently placed on top of the table facing the window." Curiosity staining their voice. "But... I wonder why they won't put it in the safe though."

"I... I don't know, but the answer is no! That's not a good idea. I don't want to get punished by the higher-ups..." The young man murmured to the other male. He shook his head furiously. "Not good. Not good at all."

"Tch, you really are no fun." The grunt sighed. "Well, if you aren't coming with me, then I guess I have no choice but to not go then." The young man sighed in relief. "But-" The young man stiffened up again. "Sheesh, I'm not going to talk about the treasure anymore. Chill out, dude."

"...Right..." The young man sighed again in relief. "So what is it that you wanted to say?"

"Yeah, well... Apparently, the two real leaders, not those two fakes, of the factions will meet soon. Something about fighting over who gets to be the leader of the Famiglia as a whole." He whispered to him. "So during that time, we should really leave the area for a day before coming back. Maybe take a day off. Might not be a good idea to stay while they are fighting each other face-to-face."