Paul grimaced at the site. How could a person be so scary with a one dollar mask? Weird right? "If you knew that though. Why waste them?" He asked. Goryū lifting up his head in thought. "Because it was fun to hear his agonizing screams?" He shrugged as he walked towards the second woman who was aptly crying to herself. Paul stepped in front of him and raised a hand. "Wait. Why don't we use her to our advantage?" Paul said glancing behind him at the woman. Goryū stopped and sheathed his axe. "How so?" Goryū asked in a question. Paul coughed, then smiled. "Abuse. Technically if someone is wrongfully holding someone against their will and then rapping them. Then especially abusing them. That's can act of self defense. However we have to make it seem like he assaulted her and did those things." Paul suggested cruelly. Smiling softly like he was some type of savior. He turned to look at the woman with a smile. "You can do that right?" Paul asked in a calm voice. Goryū whistled as he walked over to one of the luxurious chairs and sat down on it. "Shame. If only it were me." He said in a almost playful manner like he was sad. Paul laughed and gently grabbed the woman's face. Turning it in his fingers as he heard her whimpering. "Hmm. This might be easier than we thought." Paul said looking back towards Goryū. Goryū sat up and walked over, leaning over Paul's shoulder. His eyes slightly widened in surpise. "Oh my. Is that the Head of Engineering, Lenstro Isaiah's Daughter, Marianne Isaiah?" Goryū exclaimed in mock shock as he stared at the girl before her. Paul nodded and smiled at him. "That's right. She went fully missing a year ago. So this is where you were, huh?" Paul growled as his hand slid down to her throat. "You made my job very difficult. You father was such a screaming boar that I felt like my ear drums would burst!" Paul yelled at Marianne, his grip tightening. She let out a chocked cry for mercy but Paul didn't hear it. "Mother?" A child asked walking into the room holding a teddy bear. Both Goryū and Paul turned around. Paul looked at Goryū for a moment. Then turned away, his expression sour and uncomfortable. For Paul it was one thing to kill an adult, but to kill a child? That was above his pay grade. "We finish up business. Then we leave. I have some unfinished work." Goryū said calmly, but Paul could see the wavering shock in his eyes.
Goryū walked up the child and placed a gentle hand on him. "Your mother will be fine. The police are helping her." He said firmly. Leading the child out of the room and closing the door. The child looked up at him with a fear stained face. "Are you sure?" The child asked, his voice trembling. "Yes." Goryū replied softly. "What's your name, little child." He asked as they walked over to a bench and sat down. The child wiped his tears and puffed out his cheeks. Then he breathed in slowly. "It's Lute." Lute said looking up at Goryū. Goryū nodded, savoring the name and implanting it into his memory. "Well Lute. My name is Tetsuryu Oni, but you can call me Goryū." Goryū said placing a hand on his chest like was some great commander. Lute awed at him with newfound respect. "Woah! Goryū is such a cool name! It's so awesome!" Lute exclaimed with joy.
Goryū wanted to gag, wanted to do anything but sit with this child. He hated this situation. "What's are your favorite things?" Goryū asked softly, completely broken hearted. Lute didn't notice but gave deep thought. "Well I love blue flowers! My favorite food is chicken and my favorite person is my mother!" The child exclaimed punching his fists in the air. Goryū nodded and calmly sat up from the bench. "That's very nice. Come. Let's go visit your mum?" He offered softly. This is the price for being a evil person. He made himself this way, now he has to pay for it. Lute pushed himself off the bench and walked before Goryū. "Okay!" Lute yelled stepped in front of Goryū. Goryū then slowly and quietly, pulled out a revolver. He pointed it at the child's head… and fired. The wet thud of Lute's body hitting the ground made Goryū bite his lip under the mask. He place back the revolver in his shirt and continued walking back to the room. "Hmm. Such an extravagant feeling." Goryū muttered as he smiled. He laughed softly as small tears coursed down his cheek seeping through the paper mask.
As Goryū walked along the empty hallway he could vaguely hear the sound of soft screams coming from the master bedroom. How wild. Such things will never be forgotten or spoken of. When Goryū entered the room he saw Paul sitting in a chair lighting a cigar while Marianne lay in the bed twitching with another officer putting on his pants. "Everything according to plan?" He asked walking up to Paul. Paul nodded as he stood up from his seat. "Yea. Didn't like it though. It's be nice if we didn't have witnesses such as these." Paul mumbled, annoyed by the turn of events. Goryū nodded his agreement but smiled know that the man could give less of a crap about the woman. He strode over to a desk and sat down in the seat. Goryū then checked for files and papers. Upon finding many he started to scan them over. "Oh. I see. It seems my friend was buying Sex slaves off the market. And it just so happened that her mother had Marianne as sold off about a year ago." Goryū said as he let out a low whistle. "Hey. Did you get her voice on recording?" He asked Paul. Paul pulled out a small voice box the size of a VHS tape from his pocket and handed it to Goryū. "I stopped it right after he finished." Paul said gesturing over to the officer. "Good. I wonder how the father will react when he finds out his daughter is dead and that his wife sold her off?" Goryū said, turning to look at the broken girl. He handed the files to Paul then slowly walked over to bedside of the woman. Goryū unsheathed his axe, raised it up and brought it down with a sickening *Shunk*. The axe dug deep into her head, killing her instantly. No screams. No resistance. Just the silent kill. Goryū then turned to the officer and extend out his hand. "Your gun. Hand it over." Goryū asked. The officer nodded and handed it over to him. Goryū checked to see how many bullets and nodded. Six bullets. He then aimed it at the officer. "No witnesses. Only more evidence." Goryū whispered. Shot the officer in the leg, then liver, the spleen and then finally the heart. Four bullets used. Two left. He shot the wall behind Paul then shot the girl in the chest. "We'll make it look like Jeremia ran tried to run away after killing Marianne, then when a officer came by for safe check and heard screams he came in. Then had a brawl with Jeremia that ended with the officer winning and dying just moments after he was shot in the heart. People believe in miracles. He the made his way here but found the girl dead that's when he finally died." Goryū said calmly as he made a detailed explanation of what hypothetically happpened. Pauled wasn't surpised by this, but was slightly shocked when Goryū mentioned miracles. Paul nodded at this and radioed the forces.
"Rosto! Did you hear today! That the daughter of one of the best companies got killed by a rich man!" Lace asked excitedly as her and Sophia walked down the hallway. Sophia nodded and grimaced. She had read the newspaper earlier that morning and felt sorry for the father. The mother was arrested later that same morning and was gonna be put on trial for human trafficking. "It's unfortunate that an officer died during the process. I heard the parents were proud of him being a hero." Sophia replied as they walked down a set of stair cases leading into a another hallway, this one more vibrant. Lace Flickered a frown of doubt, but decided it wasn't worth pondering about for the time being. "Anyways. I heard today was when the some of the higher class, middle and lower class people from Second year were giving out motivational speeches today and then classes and projects were due leather this evening." Lace pointed out with a curious smile. Sophia nodded in agreement, for she had also heard the interesting news. However despite all that, she was wondering how her brother was and how he happened to be faring with his partner.
Down below in a patch of tall trees and beautiful picked out flowers. A person was tending to the flowers wearing a wide circular hat with a half sphere shape on the top. "How long have you been stand there for?" The person said in a question towards a young man sitting legs crossed on a small bench. "Longer than you could possibly think." The man ansewered coldly. "What a pain." As the person tended the flowers suddenly pulled out a knife and swung it at the man. The man caught the dangerously sharp blade with his hand and pushed it back. "Sharp, but old age has caught up to you. Besides, how am I to say old, for I have grown old too. Hank Urgo." The man said. The flower tender, now known as Hank, sheathed his knife and returned to tending the flowers. "Yes. Some of us wished we were in our younger days. Don't we?" Hank said dryly cutting off a dead flower and placing it beside his feet. "We pitiful mortals have or want something great, but we fall short to our forever aging bodies. We strive for what, Immortality? Then what happens after you achieve everything you wanted. All that you strived for is now complete, you have nothing left now. We strive to become something good, but our efforts ended in failure. At least that's what I think. What about you, Gentleman." Hanks voice was dull, like when you bang a wall and it sounds hollow.
Jr. Marcel. Code name: Gentleman. Marcel wipped his hand with a napkin and then pulls out a bandage. He wrapped the bandages around his cut hand and tied it. "I could care less. I would have killed you if had blood spilled on my expensive clothes, but since none did you are spared." Gentleman said calmly with a old man smile. Hank barked out a sarcastic laugh, but didn't rebuke Marcel. "That's right. Your body is younger then mine, so it would make sense that I'd be at the bottom of the barrel." Hank said quickly composing himself, which turned out to be very hard. "However, I didn't come to tell all this bullcrap. Somebody is hunting us." Gentleman said coldly. Hank's eyes perked up at this news but didn't show any body movement. "Is that so? Then it seems our time has come." Hank said with disinterest. Gentleman sighed with disgust. "Of course the peasent man would say that. You don't have anything to strive for other than gardening." He said standing up and wiping himself down despite looking like a shining star. In the distance a figure was watching the two from a different spot on the bench. "So that's where they were." The figure said standing up and moving away.
Rosto and Yeist were heading for the garden before going back to the auditorium where the second years would give out their speeches. "So, who do you think is gonna be up there?" Rosto asked Yeist. Yeist shook his head in disbelief. Rosto wore the school uniforms given to all students, but the clothing was crinkled and even a button was loose. Yeist decided that it really and probably wasn't within his best interest to argue about it. "I don't know, maybe that famous idol everyone's been talking about?" He replied, lips smushed together. Sudden within that moment someone bumped into Rosto's shoulder knocking him off balance. He stumbled backward but someone caught him. "Pardon me! Sorry about that! I wasn't watching myself!" A pleasent voice said. "T-thanks." Rosto replied slightly unnerved. Yeist checked Rosto to see if he was injured, but upon seeing no injury he nodded at their savior. However something caught Yeist's eye and he turned back at towards the person. "Hey. Your Isaac Ofter. The Sheriff's adopted son and a famous second year within this school." Yeist stated, pointing a finger at the man. Isaac Whis Ofter, Idol of the second years. Isaac smiled widely at the two and waved a greeting hand. "Yes, that's me. I see that you're very well informed." He mused with a raised eyebrow. The words weren't mean or rebuking, rather they were encouraging. Yeist grinned softly at idol. "What can I say. High people have connections." Yeist shrugged and extended out a hand towards Isaac. Isaac took it gladly and shook it firmly. "Huh? Callous? Does he work out or something? Odd for an idol within a school." Yeist thought with mild interest. "Yes. Although I don't seem to recognize you?" Isaac said narrowing his eyes. Yeist nodded his head. "I understand that. I'm currently keeping my name to just Yeist." He said calmly looking Isaac in the eyes. Isaac shrugged, it wasn't his place. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yeist." Isaac said bow his head half way. Yeist gave a unpleasant gesture towards Isaac. "Please, I don't need the idol of the school bowing his head towards me. It would put me in bad light in the site of others." Yeist pleaded calmly. Isaac, upon realizing his indecency, rose his head. "Pardon me then for my ignorance. I had no ill intent." He stated. Yeist nodded slowly. Rosto was looking at this exchange with a dull expression. What was he looking at. A idol and a High class person treating each other the same? "Well, I have somewhere to be. So I'll be seeing you guys around." Isaac said with a smile. Yeist and Rosto nodded waving farewell to Isaac as he strode away down a hall. "So that was the Idol?" Rosto asked bewildered looking at Yeist. Yeist could only shrug and nod. "Yea, that's him alright. Gotta say though, he is very handsome." Yeist said looking back with a smirk. Rosto groaned and pulled Yeist away into the court yard. "Be quiet. Let's just walk through the garden then leave." Rosto said dragging Yeist along.
When Rosto and Yeist had walked towards the garden section they were met with a vast amount flowers. "Greetings youngsters, to the garden!" Hank shouted in a friendly tone. Smiling as the two young men looked around. Rosto was mildly surprised but could have care for less. Yeist was probably the most interested. He awed at the amount of various flowers and flora around. "Fascinating." Yeist awed as he tounched a small blue flower. Rosto saw Hank and waved a hand in greeting. Hank waved back and so did Gentemen, who happened to still be around. "I guess it's my time to go, Hank." Gentleman said calmly as he adjusted his tie. Hank smiled and nodded, waving a hand at the other old man. Gentleman grabbed his hat which happened to laying on the bench and walked off. Rosto and Yeist watched as the old man walked off heading to exit the garden and courtyard. Rosto took a glance at the man's back and was instantly amazed by the physique. "Is that even possible?" He muttered in disbelief. The old man had a large back that didn't match any physical theory. This was abnormal. "Hey, Yeist. The guy that just left. He was jacked." Rosto muttered, his jaw dropping. Yeist turned to look and his went wide. "Woah. That's crazy. Is that bulk even normal nowadays?" Yeist asked. Hank chuckled and patted the boys on the shoulder. "That's what happens when you do hard core work out. Your body seems to grow bigger." Hank mused, keeping a friendly smile. Yeist took a breath and composed himself. Rosto, however, couldn't exactly do so. "It seems we had intruded on a conversation, please pardon us." Yeist said now his head. Hank waved a displeasing hand. "Oh, please. Don't be sorry. Things happen." Hank said. Yeist lifting his head and smiled softly. He liked his friendly old man. Not a lot of people were friendly during this time. Especially now because all of the police force are searching for one killer. "What happens to be your name, sir?" Yeist asked respectfully. Hank tipped his gardeners hat. "My name is Hank. Hank Urgo." Hank said. Rosto, after Yeist jabbed his ribs, quickly introduced himself. "My name is Rosto Youth." Rosto said plainly. "And my name is Yeist." Yeist said, smiling. Hank chuckled. These two didn't match at all. One with manners while the other didn't. "You two should learn from each other." Hank stated pointing at finer at Rosto. "Anyway enough of that. Why have you come to this beautiful garden today?" Hank asked as he walked over to a group of flowers. "We just came here to explore and get a feel for the school." Rosto said. Hank nodded, calmly taking out a dead white flower and cutting the head off. "I see. Well you are welcomed here, anytime you want." Hank said softly.
"Sophia! Look! A garden!" Lance exclaimed pointing down towards a large green house and a back area full of colorful flowers and trees. Sophia turned to look. "Your right. Do you want to go see it?" Sophia asked with a grin. Lace nodded violently. Sophia jerked he head side ways with a smile. "Let's go then!" Sophia said as they both ran down the hallway. As the two excited girls ran down the halls Lace suddenly got sidetracked and bumped into a person. "Sorry! About that!" Lace said standing up. The person turned around and Laces eyes went wide. Sophia, who was ahead of Lace, heard a loud slap and instinctively turned around but even she was surprised. "Is that, Jackie Infolyia?" Sophia exclaimed. That it was. Jackie Infolyia was standing over the dazed Lace with anger burning in her eyes. "How dare a mere peasent like you! Touch me! Foolish peasent." Jackie roared as she brought her hand across Lace's face once more. She about the slap the poor girl again but Sophia stopped her. People gasped and some even laughed. "Stop. You've done enough damage already." Sophia glared. Jackie wrenched her hand away and scoffed. "Like a peasent would understand manners and respect. It's her fault that she bumped into me." Jackie stated with a scowl. Sophia glared with anger. To everyone's surprise and shock, Sophia slapped the other girl. Then again and again. Three slaps. "You were about to give my friend three slaps, so I'll return the favor." Sophia said, her eyes turning to help Lace. She knelt down and was about to help her until he felt a straight kick to her stomach that sent her rolling across the floor. Sophia lay gasping for air and her eye were dazed. "Peice of crap! How dare you! I'll make sure you never back to me or raise your hand against me ever again!" Jackie roared walking towards Sophia. Sophia stared to rise but Jackie kicked her again making her stumble into the lockers and bang her head against them. Jackie stepped forward and kneed Sophia in the gut then grabbed her hair and did it again.
Meanwhile Rosto and Yeist were helping old man Hank with the flowers when suddenly a student rushed in. "Mister Infolyia! Your sister is attacking someone again!" The student exclaimed as he panted. Yeist instantly stood up and ran out of the green house. Rosto followed, an apron still tied around his waist and back. The two ran down the halls, pushing aside students to get to the front. "Jackie! Stop!" Yeist roared at his sister who was still kicking the wrenching Sophia. Rosto's face turned from concern, to done right pale. Trauma. Abuse and defensive behavior kicked in. Rosto trembled at the site of his sister, being beaten and brutally kicked. His mother did the same, threw bottles at him. Punched him, smacked him and kicked him. He wouldn't let his sister go through that, not once and never in his life. Not while he as here.
Yeist rushed forward and pulled Jackie away. "Stop! That's enough sister. If you do anymore then you'll put her in a coma or worse kill her!" Yeist yelled. Jackie however was too angry, but she was mentally stable. She knew what she was doing. "So? She needs to be punished. She deser-" But her words were cut off by a surpise punch to her stomach. Rosto had sprinted forward and gut punched Jackie. "Bet this is what you did, huh? Think this is fun?" Rosto said calmly. He let Jackie wrench before grabbing her hair and pull her up. "You took my sister by surpise, didn't you. Coward." Rosto said. He pulled her up high before left her drop and gut punching her to times. Right then left. "You disgraceful wench!" Rosto roared he aimed to strike her face. Yeist stepped forward and pulled Rosto back while other studnets called for teachers and even the principal.
Hank watched from afar and frowned. He felt someone staring at him from behind with a strong presence. Turning around Hank found himself staring at a pale yet beautiful young man. "Good evening, Young man." Hank said calmly with a smile. Isaac nodded in agreement. "Very much so, senior. You must the schools gardener?" Isaac asked glancing at the man's clothing. Hank nodded, his keen eye studying Isaac's frame. Broad shoulders, lean body, relaxed muscles and a calming presence. "Such a body is interesting." Hank thought mildly. Marcel though had a bigger build. "That I am, young man. And what happens to be your name?" Hank asked. Isaac introduced himself with a pleasent smile. "My name is Isaac. Isaac Ofter. It is a pleasure to meet you, Hank." Isaac said looking down at the old man. Hank raised an eyebrow but smiled. "It very much is a pleasure. How do you happen to know me?" Hank asked. Isaac chuckled but stayed relaxed. "The school introduces the many teachers within the vast system. They print it out and send it to all Studnets of the Collage." Isaac said. "However, enough chit chat. I need to stop this nonsense." Isaac added before Hank could respond.
Rosto was still being held back by Yeist who was trying to calm him down, but Rosto wasn't having it. He was enraged, no not enraged but hatful. He wanted to kill this woman. This wench! "Calm down, Rosto please!" Yeist yelled. Teachers were then starting to arrive and even with some intervening, but failing due to Jackie's behavior and threats. However, when Isaac stepped in the now large circle, everyone went silent. The word anticipation was strong and probably the most profound feeling within that moment. "Lets hear it. What happened." Isaac said with a calm but calculated grin. Jackie's face went pale and her eyes trembled. Rosto's face was contorted in pure uncontrolled fury. Yeist was suddenly hit in the face by Rosto's elbow and he stumbled backwards. Rosto charged forward with his fists clenched hard. Jackie tried to back away but the crowed stopped her. Disappointment and sadness was plastered on everyone's face. "Oh? He seems fun to teach." Gentleman voiced to himself with a smile.