W A R N I N G !
The following chapter contains mild mentions of
SELF-HARMING and SUICIDE. Once again, for
those who might be triggered- LEAVE NOW.
This book is rated MATURE for a reason.

+ THIRD PERSON POV!
似ている • WE ARE DIFFERENT . .

"Gopal Kumar." The boy shivers at the sound of his name, rolling off the interrogator's tongue with venom laced in his tone. Underneath the dim light, his skin prickled at the coldness that loomed through the air vent. "Or should I say.."

The mask that once covered his face was pulled open, and the dark-skinned boy grimaces at the sudden blinding sight. His eyes narrowed on reflex, and he flinches at the glimpse of a knife.

"Lieutenant Kumar?" Bright, blue eyes peered into his hazel brown ones, stunningly beautiful yet malicious. Gopal's voice winded up, stuck.

"Welcome back! Do you remember me?"

Gopal physically draws back in his chair, his back pressing against the hard cushion at the sight of a sickly, wicked grin. The latter was tossing and catching a pocket knife in the air threateningly.

"Don't look at me like that." He frowns at Gopal's frightened expression. After all, who wouldn't be scared of the same person who could've ended one's life easily?

"Y-You didn't kill me?"

"Tough question!" Cyclone catches the blade in his hand, almost missing the hilt. Gopal hissed, teeth clenched together. The seemingly psychotic boy could've accidentally stabbed his foot if he didn't.

"I had no choice." The boy's lips turned upside down, a disturbing 180 degrees as the frown deepens, "My partner forced my to keep you alive. How lucky!"

"But why?" Gopal swallows, "I-It would've been nicer.."

"If you died, correct?" Opposite him, the frown had turned back up into a deranged grin in an instant. He lolls his head to the left, examining the binded victim from head-to-toe.

Feeling as if he was being raked alive, naked, the lieutenant couldn't help but close his legs. "What are you trying to do with me?" He grumbles.

"Wouldn't it be easier if I killed you instead?"

Once again, the overwhelming aura radiating off the boy's pure being is unbelievable to the point Gopal shrugged away, hoping to inch far from it.

"Just kidding!" Those blue eyes scrunched up into two, crescent moons. "My name's Cyclone. Nice to meet you, Gopal!" All traces of the murderous intent was gone; dissipated into thin air.

Gopal gulps, his hands curled into tight fists. He wouldn't let such an innocent-looking boy make his way through his mind. They both knew why he's being held captive in the place.

Information. He narrows his eyes.

Back in headquarters, every member would pledge their oath. No information from the inside will be given to anyone outside. And if that happens, then they'd be easily found and killed. No mercy spared. Their families would be the debt of it too.

Forced labor, they'd call it. For those who came from the slums and the undercity, a place full of filth and violence. Somewhere that Gopal promised himself to never return to.

Also called, his hometown.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Cyclone drags a chair, its steel legs creaking against the steel floor. Its ear-splitting noise made both figures grit their teeth. "My bad," He apologizes. "Oops!"

"That seems to be on purpose." Gopal points out.

"Oh, you're smarter than you look." His blue eyes glisten, face unreadable. "Anyway. I won't be beating around the bush," He waves the blade in front of Gopal's face. "All you need to do is to answer."

"And what makes you think that I'll give it to you?" The officer scoffs, stubborn. "You can gain nothing from me."

"Hm." Cyclone turns the chair around, sitting on it so he would lean on the backside instead. His legs were placed evenly on both sides, positioned to his ease. "We'll see about that soon, buddy."

"Hah. I doubt that you'd even make a dent."

They both stare into each others eyes, the look of a sinning murderer, and the sight of a prideful bastard. "Heh." Gopal lowers his head.

"We're not much different from each other."

Cyclone kicks Gopal's shin, earning a small yelp. "You're awfully easy to surprise," He smirks, feeling the surface of the blade against his tongue, "We're not the same, Gopal."

"Keep on saying that." The said boy laughs, a little.

"From what I know.. the police aren't supposed to be affliated with the supernaturals." Interested, the boy raised a brow, "Don't you think that you're too unfit to be in the police force?"

"Of course I don't. I'm Gopal Kumar, one of the be-"

"Worst officers I've met so far." Cyclone cuts in, one eye big and the other shrinked, pupils dilating. "I think that you're rather intriguing! Let's be friends."

"With a maniac like you?!" Gopal retorts, "Hell no!"

"Says the one being chained up right now."

"Tch. By the way, have anyone ever taught you about sanitation?" Gopal shoots back, his pride wounded. "You keep on licking that knife."

"Aw, does the Gopal Kumar care about me?"

"No. Go to hell. Keep on doing that, you'll wind up dead."

The boy chuckles, "None of your business. Be informed that once this slices through your skin, tissue by tissue," His blue eyes drift somewhere else, "You're going to slowly rot away."

"That's nasty." Gopal says again, shifting in his tight position. The chains around his body restricts him from even doing the bare minimum.

"Well," Cyclone drums his fingers on his cheek, licking his lips, "I can't help it, if you do die. Not so lucky anymore, eh?" He leans forward, tipping the chair along with him to Gopal's eye height.

Right next to his ear, he whispers, breath fanning hot against Gopal's neck, almost infuriatingly close.

"Tell me- why do you live?"

"Is there a reason for me to not live?"

Cyclone chuckles and retracts his hand, wiping the shiny blade against the hem of his shirt as he grins at the ambigious response. "I can tell you one thing."

"There isn't a reason, Gopal. We all die, in the end." He lowers his tone, as if someone was watching. Their breaths synchronized, almost panting. But one thing was for sure.

Gopal felt the stabbing pain in his right thigh.

"W-What..?" He stammers, dreadfully. "Y-You!" He shouts, but the effects were starting to take place as the wound begins to turn to black.

"People like you," Cyclone stands up, "Need a wake up call. In a world like this, you wouldn't survive. Only those who strive to climb up do. Wealth, money and status."

"T-They're not everything.." Gopal moans, pained.

Tap. Tap. Tap. The supernatural walks away.

Standing by the doorway, he halts to a stop. "People like you give up. Without the help of someone above, you'd die a merciless death."

He adds coldly, "So don't compare yourself to me."

"You'll never be on my level."

not that much of a climax yet ᕙ( : ˘ ∧ ˘ : )ᕗ
working on it people. might actually finish this
book in a span of a week bcs BSD is fresh in my
mind and heart uwu- yea hoped u enjoy this filler
chapter and yes cyclone's saliva is dangerous