Hunt the Hunter (Revised Version To Be Uploaded)

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~Shika~

Cameron's eyes seemed to go wide at the words that came from my mouth, and I waited patiently for his reaction.

He let me go, stood up and shook his head, muttering denials and other incoherent words.

"Are you actually saying one of the biggest doomed we have on record, used to be a former officer?" He did look at me, but I didn't need to see his face to hear his disbelief.

"That's exactly what I'm saying–"

"That's impossible." He countered harshly.

"Well I'm sorry." I spat out and stood, "Unless you have any other better theories?!"

"A good number of officers and scientists have access to that thing, any one of them could've branded it."

"You didn't see what I saw–"

"You don't understand!" He grabbed me by the shoulders, slightly shaking me, "That thing was caught in the outlands... There's a reason those things are knocked out before testing. No one has ever gotten behind closed doors with that thing long enough to come out alive!"

He let me go and run a hand through his dark hair, making it messier than it already was.

"I did."

I stood my ground and looked at him defiantly, daring him to say otherwise.

"You– You weren't yourself. You must've seen something else..." He sighed and shook his head again, running his hand through his hair again, "You don't count."

"Oh that's just typical." I spat and turned my back to him, "You didn't see what I saw so you can't say jack!"

"You just don't count, okay?" He yelled while throwing a hand in the air, "You just don't."

He had lowered his voice. All the yelling left us panting slightly. The air was so thick with tension you could cut it with a strip of paper. At that moment, our bodies mirrored each other, hostility and unbelief. Cameron's eyes were cold and dark. I could only imagine what mine looked like; I felt, stone cold and filled with hatred which now poisoned my thoughts.

"If what I saw doesn't count then I guess doing my own digging wouldn't be a problem would it?"

"Shika..."

"No. I'm pretty sure I'm just a burden. I'll take my leave."

I didn't wait for him to reply. I was already walking away from the lake and through the buildings. If Cameron wasn't going to believe me then I might as well just go in on it on my own, with or without help.

I walked through the square  among the sea of faces going about their day, and it somehow calmed me down. These people were happily living their lives but had no idea how many people were suffering to make their little utopia in hell world. It was beautiful.

And strangely infuriating.

"Shika!"

I turned my head and scanned the crowd, looking for the person who called my name. It was a bit hard over the sounds of the factories, but I managed to spot a tall head of sandy hair.

"Jokul!" I ran up to him, glad he was around, "Thank goodness. I need a ride back to the barracks."

He just nodded and lead us out of the crowd and up to the platform. We walked down a different set of halls before arriving in a huge garage, where one of the jeeps waited. Which, in all honesty was more comforting to ride in a region like Morveight.