The Hopplehawk town beams with euphoria. The sand landscape with tumbleweed withering rolling across the golden sand.
Residents got ready for the new day.
Preparing dishes for the new mayor who is coming to Hopplehawk Town.
'..I can't wait. Heard the mayor was part of The M.G.P Group.' whisper out the maid looking quite happy.
The chef turned to look at the maid.
'The M.G.P ? Really, my uncle said, "Mayor Gastron is the best of exorcist."
'Oh, come on. There is no thing of a real miracle
Chuckled the maid
'IT CAN'T BE IT CAN'T !!' roared out a person from on the other side of room
'What– What happened?' Said the maid.
The maid ran through the door.
She immediately frowned.
'Ofcourse… that boy has to ruin it..' The maid mutters. 'That boy… OF COURSE — TAKEN THE FOOD'
She looks at the table. How each single food was messed up.
'Why don't we punish that bandit !' said the person in the room.
'Sir Franz, we can't… I also hate him, but he just 12.. or 13..' she pauses for a moment 'with no parents other than bandits'
'Wait here… I am getting that bastard. ' Franz said. He closed the door without moving a single finger.
Something heavy felt in the maid, something odd. The sudden movement at the window. She went around the table. Someone was oddly standing still.
She looked at the door twice but that person kept her gaze to him.
The golden sand reflects the man's shadow. Her heart beated. The coldness made her spike to shake. She closed her eyes and turned
about to leave the room.
BANG
She looked at the window, and her feet went as num as when she got her teeth's rip-off
Broken glass fragments shone his broken face and her terror.
'NOOOO'
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the Hopplehawk.
'Er — um — so I know I am known for — hehe, my activity. I know i — ehh, have something i shouldn't but Mate, I am Faber Silas !' Said Faber Silas, tossing some coins in the fruit Seller hand. His beautiful brown eyes shone in worry, looking at his both sides.
He adjusted his stetson hat a little bit of his blonde hair showing.
The Seller still looked at him with judging eyes.
'HEY — I am being generous. Is the sheriff here?' Faber looked again.
A man walking with a black gentle suit. His right eye blind. His forehead is covered by his hair.
The more he came closer. The more Faber recognised his figure.
It's Franz.
Faber ran for it, forgetting to get his fruits.
'HEY — MR. SILAS !' shouted Franz, standing the seller. Franz takes his breath and runs for him. Looking around where he was hiding. 'This is no game..' he sighed.
He looks at the nearest house. Franz heard some cough.
He ran and saw Faber trying to climb the house to the roof.
He rushed forward. Faber falls accidentally, and Franz catches him.
'Now.. listen,' said Franz. 'Did you steal any food.. I won't tell anyone, not even the sheriff.' he calmly said, looking at him.
Faber felt confused. His heart stops beating.
'I didn't…'
'Other than you, Mr Silas— I have no idea.' smirked Franz. 'You don't need a gun around.. brat when you are around me.'calmly taking Faber's precious gun.
The crowd kept looking at Faber, some of the people disgustingly discussing to their children with digustful eyes. But Faber just didn't care enough. His smirk twisting, pondering how he could escape this scenario without failing.
'Aren't you ashamed ?' asked Franz.
'Why would I?' Sighed Faber. 'I don't really care what they think of me or my Pa.' He looked at the ground. Looks from afar, arguments all drown away.
'You don't really need to worry about others, really, Silas,' Franz said.
'Why?' Faber said, confused.
'Do you remember the first day I met you..' he said.
'You were evil !' Faber scoffs, rolling his eyes
'And what exactly happened that day ?' He said about to—
'I escape you. And almost burned myself.' Faber said as quickly as possible.
They stroll slowly down more and more. The town bursting with mid-afternoon feeling.
'So why are we having this talk ?' Faber said, annoyed.
'You brat has some quality.. that some people might not see it... Ugh.. you will under it la—'
'I don't mind..'
Faber shifts a little, looking down
It's felt like hours
Faber and Franz looked around. Even with the sounds of people hidden in the crowd ; even when there were so many people eerily going through their life but cold winds were—
Was everything right ?
'Something isn't right…' said Franz
'Haven't we reached where the maid working can I finally go !' Said Faber.
'Not yet, brat.' Franz moved, forgetting Faber Silas.
He rushed to one of the rooms where that maid was. Nothing changed in the room, but something happened.
'WHERE IS SHE!?—' shouted Franz, looking everywhere.
'Um… come here.' Faber slow tonely, Said worried.
Franz's eyes moved. Everyone did.
It waited ; hungry ; it's ready to strike.
Something escaped from the golden sand. The same broken face the maid last saw.
'Kent You Alive ?' One person said.
Tears dropping hope lingering in his hands.'You were missing for about a week what happened !' his hands kept on twisting.
'It's not him !' Franz stops his hand, not letting him move.
'I am tired…' he left him.
Left feeling colder than ever the same hand pats the broken person.
His coldness is still there. No burning, his hands stop, his eyes open wide. A soft burning feeling in his hand crawls in. His finger jerks. The bite burns his hands, and he oddly feels nostalgic in the pain, the same worried face the day he met him.
'Kent ?' he stammered, still believing he is the same person.
His eyes looked at him.
Crimson eyes locked in. Craving ; digging his mind to shards.
Crimson
Crimson
Crimson
Crimson
Crimson was all his mind could come up with. Its dead face wickedly watches him.
His eyes closed and opened bloody red.
Screams was all he could hear.
'Kent..' laughed the insane man, the only thing his mind can speak of.
Kent drags his body, followed by him.
STRIKE ! Nothing else… they could think… of.
He lifted his arm stiffly, and a shine crimson glow sparked Faber eyes. and then