Remember Me

〃13〃

I thought I saw the devil, this morning.

Cry takes pleasure in killing people. He hates wasting bullets, yeah, but the satisfaction in seeing the life drain from their eyes has always been Cry's favorite thing.

This wasn't even Cry killing people because they were a threat or because they were going to kill Felix, this is Cry attacking and killing people who could've just let them go, who wouldn't have even noticed that they were there.

This is Cry killing people because he wants to. Because he can.

Seeing Cry like this, laughing as bullets are being buried into the members of the group, makes Felix scared. He's seen people run towards him with anger in their eyes and guns raised, he's seen people who are crazy and he's seen them eat other people, but Cry is different.

Cry is more deadly than anything Felix has ever known.

He has no remorse for the victims and he enjoys the way that the blood splatters on his porcelain mask, onto his clothes. There is no mercy as he moves farther into the home, picking off people easily.

When everyone's dead and Cry is done having his fun, Felix stands outside shocked. He knew Cry was supposed to be this bad guy, but he never knew the depth of it. He had barley stuck his toe in.

Cry walks out of the house after searching the dead bodies and smiles as he walks up to Felix.

"You ill?" He asks, the smile never fading.

Felix's face is pale and yeah, he does look sick. "No I'm fine."

Cry chuckles. "Whatever you say, friend."

Felix wants to leave.

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"He just wiped out an entire house with his hands, and you wanna continue to follow him?" Minx asks, arms crossed. "Felix is with him, yeah I wanna follow him " Marzia states, stubborn.

"You have me now." Minx says, an eyebrow raised. "Don't do this Minx, just... I don't want Felix hurt, and I'm going to kill that bastard for ever laying a hand on him." Marzia huffs.

"You don't have half of the skills that he does, you'll get yourself killed." Minx states, eyes staring unblinkingly into Marzia's. "But I have you..." Marzia says quietly and looks down, fight gone out of her.

Minx stands still for a moment, chewing on bubblegum, but then she sighs and drops her arms, drops her tough bitch act.

"Fine. We'll get your blonde head back. But you're still mine, got it?"

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"Don't you just love the fresh air? There's nothing like the smell of decaying bodies." Cry says sarcastically and they stop in a shop later on in the day.

Felix doesn't really say anything to him just takes out an extra shirt of his and ties it around his head so its covering his mouth and nose. The more closer they got to the small town, the more Felix wanted to throw up.

He looks down at the floor, finishes tying the knot into the fabric, then bends down to zip up his backpack and pick it up. When he stands up, Cry's there, in his face, the black mesh fabric that's put into the eye holes of the mask staring into his soul. He doesn't jump but he's scared for a moment, then turns away. "Jesus, Cry.." He trails off.

"You're awful quiet today. Did you... See something that you didn't like?" Cry asks, his deep voice having a sharp edge to it. "Heard something, maybe." Cry says when he doesn't get a response.