Chapter 8 - The Trigger of War
[Dark and calm voice]
> - "The world is cruel ... I know that.
That's why...
I will bring back what was lost. "
At the top of the main building
Houka Vick signed her fingers in the trigger. His black sniper gleamed in the moonlight. His gaze was fixed. Unshakable.
Target: Mr. Kok, the supreme director of elite schools.
Down below, the chic ball continued. Lights blinked, music played, students danced, teachers applauded the director's speech - not knowing that this moment would be the last of them.
Houka pulled the trigger.
The bullet cut the air with surgical speed.
Inside the hall
Mr. Kok, still smiling, was looking at the audience proudly.
Until the bullet crossed the window stained around the window and rightly hit the director's right eye.
The skull exploded.
The body fell like a wireless puppet in the middle of the stage.
Silence.
For a second, everything stopped.
Then...
Screams.
The chaos began.
Students ran. Teachers shouted. The sound of the song was swallowed by the screams of panic.
Back to the top of the building
Houka reloaded.
Calmly.
Miro again.
Now, in the flashing lights that illuminated the hall.
Another shot.
The bullet crossed the side glass and hit the generator of the lights.
The darkness took the hall.
Hell at the ball
With the light off, Houka's companions, equipped with night vision, mingled with panic.
The massacre started.
Knives crossing breasts.
Shots hitting heads.
Desperate shouts. Blood dripping on the floor.
> - "My God!"
- "HELP!"
- "I can't see!"
- "My arm!"
Bodies fell. Some fell silent, others between moans of pain. The ball floor became a sea of blood and despair.
No one knew where the blows came from.
But the killing was accurate. Methodical.
At the top of the building
Houka watched everything. The intermittent lights of chaos blinked like a macabre show.
The shots fired from inside the ball shone like fireworks.
He smiled.
A wicked smile.
Cold.
Victorious.
Kept your sniper.
Put it in the backpack.
And turned to leave.
> - "War started."
In a nearby building ...
Sitting on the edge, with his black wings folded, was Higuel - the angel of darkness.
He watched in silence.
With his empty eyes, but his superpowered view, he saw Houka's every movement.
Saw the bullet.
Saw the accuracy.
Saw the coldness.
And then, when Houka walked away, Higuel smiled.
A small smile. DISC
straight. Almost imperceptible.
> - "So ... it was you."
The chosen one.
The piece that was missing in my plan. "
[End of Chapter 8]
Chapter 9 - The smile that covers everything
> - "Who are you?"
- "I'm the one who created you ... and also this rotten world called Zerk."
Somewhere in Zerk ...
In the dressing room of colorful lights and gold mirrors, Viktor looked at himself in the reflection. His appearance was impeccable.
26 years.
White cap, white shirt, black pants and white brand sneakers.
Sincere glasses covered their eyes, but did not hide their shiny smile, with teeth as white as the purest snow.
His leg muscles pulsed ready.
He danced even still.
> - "Show time, Viktor." he said to himself with enthusiasm.
- "Let's show this rotten world what is perfection."
The stage
Lights exploded. Fireworks climbed to the heavens.
The crowd roars.
Viktor entered the stage jumping, making creative choreography with his legs, spinning in the air, jumping with supernatural grace. Each step seemed to challenge gravity.
He fell in the center of the stage on one foot - smiling like it was easy.
> - "Hi, you!" He shouted in fluent English. - "My fans loved by me, of course! Hahahaha!"
The crowd shouted with passion, arms raised, shouting his name as if he were a god.
> - "Want to see my new creative choreography?"
- "Siiiiim!"
> - "Come on, guys, more mood! I get sad if you don't scream louder!"
- "Yes !!! Yes !!! Yes, !!"
> - "Now yes! Let's go!"
The Show
Viktor flew down the stage.
Deadly in the air, heel turns, rhythm explosions. He challenged physics, made thousands of eyes not blink. It was hypnotizing. It was magical.
When he finished the show with a double jump and a perfect drop in equilibrium, the audience exploded on screams:
- "Viktor !!! Viktor !!! Viktor !!!"
The name echoed by Zerk as a prayer.
After the show
Viktor descended from the stage without arrogance. He signed autographs, took pictures, talked to fans as if everyone were important.
Thousands of people squeezed just to see him closely. And he smiled at everyone.
That's when he spotted a girl with brown hair, shy eyes and light skin.
She should be about 16 years old. He approached hesitantly, holding a notebook.
> - "What is your name, my young woman?"
- "Beatriz ..." - replied shy.
Viktor smiled - that same smile of toothpaste propaganda - and signed her name gently.
> - "Beatriz ... beauty. Here's your autograph. But look ..."
He stared at her with his glasses still on his face, but his voice became lower, more mysterious.
> - "... I wanted to ask you something. But I don't think it's important."
- "He can talk!" - Answered Beatriz anxious. - "I do anything for you!"
Viktor's smile became more discreet. Still perfect. But less innocent.
> - "If you want so much ... Okay."
- "But look ... You can't tell anyone."
- "If you tell ... I lose my confidence in you."
Beatriz, her eyes shining, held the notebook hard.
- "I promise! I swear on my mother!"
Viktor approached and, still with the charming smile, murmured something that the reader cannot yet hear.
But in his eyes, behind the glasses ...
... Something dark.
[End of Chapter 9]