The District (Unfiltered Mess Rewrite)

Chapter Five

(Point Of View, POV, switches to that of Unknown's)

I sit crouched down behind a pile of boxes. I keep the binoculars steady as I peer through them. I have the binoculars trained on one person in a large crowd about twenty meters in front of my position. My hand suddenly twists the knob for the zoom, causing the binoculars to zoom in on spikey and unnaturally bright red hair. I jolt slightly then twist the knob, zooming back out. It takes a moment for the binoculars to focus, but once they do, I see my target clearly. Pale skin, black leather studded jacket, short shorts, loose tank top, bright red hair, gorgeous green eyes, soft face, black wedge-heeled boots, studded choker, bulky air filter, bulky oculus eyepiece, slim, gorgeous body, wonderful smile. My Kyden. I feel a slight ache in my cheeks. I raise my hand to my mouth and realize I'm smiling. I shake my head and try to focus on the task at hand. I think back to what task Ryuu Nazuka had assigned me. Track down and kill Kyden Fosters. No witnesses, no evidence, no suspicion. No one is to know he's dead. Once the deed is done, bring the body back to base. There we will revive Fosters with the GHOST Pod, wipe his memory, and teach him to be loyal to WSFD and only WSFD. If you do not comply, I will kill Fosters myself and then I will kill all those you and him care about. Got it?

Nazuka's threat races through my head. I am not willing to kill Ky and let them brainwash him, but I'm also not willing to let all of his friends die. If only this was just another one of my movies, then I would know for sure that I'd win this. But it's not. I'm some hero, I'm world renowned actor, Derek Clyde. And as Derek Clyde, I know either way, someone's fucked.