𝑸𝑶𝑻𝑪:

𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆?

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"MURDERS OF POWANS CAUSE HAVOC IN TOWN. P. E. D CLAIMS NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE CASE."

That's how the headline went. The biggest enigma of the present occupied most of the space in newspapers, T.V. channels, social media, and the minds of all the men, 'Who indeed was behind all the POWAN murders if the P. E. D wasn't responsible?' The methods of killing were exactly like a POWAN'S. So, was it another POWAN on a cannibalistic hunt?

Asami passed by several electronics stores on her way, the ones that advertised televisions featuring daily broadcast, that is of the present murder mystery. Fiery dawn with brushes of white draped over the blue skies making it the best time for a meal. Commotions and upheavals in the public increased in the last three months. The police estimated the number of POWANs murdered to be 117. The mere evidence left were their blood-smeared clothes. Only later did the criminal left bodies of POWANs, cut into two halves, one with the Powarta. The body lacked blood, and that accounted for the biggest evidence that the murderer was a POWAN itself. However, this information was never enclosed to the public before this incident. Terror of death hung massively in the air.

The chilly sensations of people eyeing each other with conjectures, like black auras surrounded them, played through Asami's spine. Little did the people know, that the murderer they were most afraid of was an elegant, white-haired girl with shimmering sapphire orbs, who trailed on the streets alongside them.

Notwithstanding the situation, Asami was rather calm. Covered in a loose black blouse, dangling down her shoulders, bottomed by blue denims and white sneakers, her look made several people turn back towards her. Dawn light, making its way through crookes spaces, accentuated the orange shimmer on her porcelain face, her blue gems shadowed under the silhouette of her eyelids. Her stark, white shoulders layered by heavy, silver strands that stretched to her knees, the ones covering the biggest secret of her life below her medium forehead.

Pressing the elevator button, Asami leaned on the walls, her eyes sauntering off to every nook and corner even though there was nothing and nobody except her. A click sound like a bell emerged into her ears as the doors of the elevator skid open.

Eventually, her steps, gentle over the floor, took her to another door. With her smooth, slender finger, she pressed the ring. A shabby-haired boy with a grin wide spread over his face received Asami inside. The brunette escorted her inside a room wherein a human body tied to an armchair with ropes, dressed in deep and blooded bruises, with head hovering low, conspicuous black circles beneath the eyes, settled in the middle. Signs of physical and mental torture made Asami sick, to the point that she slumped on the floor.

Pressing her hand against her mouth, with the other hand resting on the floor, she turned to Matsuha.

"Why? She is a human," weary gasps escaped her mouth. "And even if it was a POWAN, you don't have to be so callous. Just knock it down and I will handle the rest."

Asami cried at the boy, who merely responded with a scowl, his eyes expressing disappointment, "You are too kind, Asami. If you want your revenge, killing humans is a necessity."

"And why so?" Her blue eyes that barely managed to not let her tears escape, revealed pain. Matsuha, who looked down at her with mockery, was already used to the two sides of Asami, although he preferred the other side more.

"You will understand soon enough. Don't you trust me?" His steady eyes that won her over back then, now espied deep into her again. 'No', she didn't trust him at all. She was glad he helped her all this time, but if it came to trust, then she didn't. Moreover, she knew somewhere behind those brown, placid eyes rested a dense, evil force. In all these years of being friends, she never trusted him, she never did to anyone. Trust was a house of cards, it could be blown away to bits by a slight blow of wind. So why to build it in the first place? Why do something that will eventually result in damage? Feelings of trust, of love, she last felt it for her mother. Now, she didn't even trust herself, so why would she trust any other person?

Nonetheless, she nodded, and he stretched out his hand towards her, which she hesitantly took.

"Come on, be more heartless. Forget your feelings because you have a major goal to accomplish." With a promising tone, he lifted Asami as she gaped down, unable to accept the fact that she had to kill humans. Perhaps he was right. The goal she wished to achieve required sacrifices, but yet again the same question lingered in her mind, "Does it have to come at the cost of my humanity?" She spoke out loud, making Matsuha turn back. Grabbing her face between his hands, he forced it up with his thumbs. Oh! How he got turned on by a mere touch of her, how he wanted to act this way before. But he saw that the distance between them was closing in. It made him more than happy that he could keep her close to him, scold her and control her.

"Look into my eyes," he squeezed her rose-washed cheeks, as her sapphire orbs stared into his brown balls, which lost even the remaining shed of glint in them.

"You lost your humanity, the day you swore to kill all of them." The words that escaped his mouth, amplified by his loath-filled eyes, agitated her insides. "You are not a human anymore, you are her daughter, a killer, someone who wants to cause a revolution, do you understand?" Her head spun; his words revolved in her mind.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

As her glittering eyes lost their glitter, she nodded and Matsuha let go.

"You didn't waste any blood, did you?" As she cut one arm off the half-dead body, she turned to Matsuha, who again had a wide idiotic grin smeared on his face.

"Of course not."

She closed her eyes and focused her senses as blood drained out of the body into a bathtub that already had a little blood. Asami concentrated more and the amount of blood increased, as it flew in air without a single drop of it falling on the ground. When the bathtub was full, she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped her legs out of the tight denim, pulling out her sneakers. Slipping out of the rest of her garments, she stepped into the pool of blood she made in Matsuha's bathe, who stood on the door admiring the serene beauty of her naked porcelain skin, that managed to show itself through the curtains of her long white hair. Dark-red blood, that smelled like rotten milk, seeped into her skins through microscopic pores.

"You are drinking a lot of blood lately, you even made it to the news." Matsuha smirked, trying to copy Kiyoshi, which didn't suit him at all. Kiyoshi kept his distance from her during the last three months, but she sensed him always, following her from the distance. Although, his aura was barely noticeable, like he was forcing it to shrink, which is not possible for a human. It piqued her curiosity, and she wanted to investigate more, however even she kept a distance from him, knowing all well how efficiently dangerous he is.

Resting her hand on the ceramic surface of the bathe that rested between a bathroom tiled black and white, she let out a sigh.

"I need much enormous amounts of blood, for I got all the abilities of a POWAN to take care of." During the last three months, she discovered that she had all POWAN abilities, making her the strongest of them all.

"That's why you're amazing." He winked at her, still copying Kiyoshi, whom she didn't want to remember during her peaceful meal time.

"Matsuha, I want to be alone for a while. You go and erase the smell." Closing her eyes, she sunk deep into the pool of blood, which was already half-lost.

Matsuha closed the door behind him and she dived deep into thought.

𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺?