Narrator:
A week had passed, Killer had confirmed that Nightmare did not remember anything of what happened, the pain in his soul appeared every time he looked at those greenish pupils, so similar and at the same time so different from those of that night. He had to stop thinking about it, he knew it very well, but still he couldn't help wanting to be the only thing reflected in his pupils again, a selfish desire in his opinion.
Contrary to what the assassin thought, his Boss followed him with his eyes on some occasions.
The reason?
Why don't we go back a little further to find out?
Let's go to the morning after that night.
Nightmare's POV:
I was sleeping peacefully in my rooms until I heard noises coming from the first floor. "Who is bothering me at this hour?" I whispered to myself angrily. Today I had slept well after a long time and I felt calmer than usual.
When I finished getting ready, I went downstairs, the meeting room door was open and I went in to check, upon entering I could see those who had woken me up, I should have waited for him 'It's just the group of misfits' I thought.
Everyone was silent when they saw my entrance, I didn't remember that we had a meeting, which was strange, I didn't care and asked why they were so early in my castle, the answer I heard had confused me a bit (although I didn't show any expression) It's been a long time since I slept so well, I didn't even care about the attitude that Red showed when answering my question, I was too relaxed to pay attention to it, I felt like all the stress I had accumulated had vanished overnight.
I proceeded to sit down to start the meeting seeing everyone's surprised face 'I would also be surprised if I saw myself' I thought before speaking.
The meeting was going well but I stopped when I felt a mixture of positive and negative feelings in the place and that was not all since I could slightly feel a little bit of my magic nearby, I looked everywhere until I stopped and looked at Killer, he seemed distracted, it was hard to even tell if he was awake since he had no pupils.
Each one of those who were in the room stopped to see Killer as I did, the only one who deigned to speak was the powder.
"Killer?" after listening to Dust's call I could notice how the feelings I had perceived completely disappeared, I couldn't see the murderer's expression to confirm, because the dust covered my view of his face.
I gave up because I didn't want to make a fuss (as weird as it is) 'I'm sure it was just my imagination' I thought.
I continued with the meeting, we didn't get anywhere in the end leaving it until our next meeting, Killer was the first to leave, he didn't even stop to wait for Dust and Horror as always 'He must be in his days'.
As there was no one left, I went upstairs to rest in my room, if I was lucky, I could sleep as peacefully as hours before, I was going to go up to my bed but I noticed something strange next to it. 'It's just a piece of cloth' I thought disinterestedly. I was going to throw it away but something told me that I should look at it carefully, my face changed to one of confusion when I guessed who it belonged to.
"What is this doing here?"
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I know that this chap. ended up being very short, I needed to do it that way so that the story would progress as I wanted.
I hope you forgive me TnT.
I want to remind you that English is not my first language and I use the translator to make this version of my original book that is on my profile in Spanish, if you have been interested in the book and know how to read Spanish feel free to check it out.
Finally, as always, thank you for reading this book, I hope you liked it.
Bye~
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