Fake Psychotic [Job/Solo/Plot]

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“There she is…” A whisper could be heard from the alleyway, and another whisper could be heard after. “She could be our next target…” Then a psychotic laugh could be heard, but it was being hold a little, not wanting their prey to notice. “She knew too much…”

As Noir was walking in the street alone, she felt something was watching her, observing every movement that she made. But she knew that it wouldn’t be wise to act like she knew, so at that time, she reached for her wand sheath and didn’t do anything unless they intended to attack. So far her rukh was only fluttering around her in a protective manner, showing that some people did have something malicious intention towards her, but so far the rukh has not whispered their warning to the girl. Noir learnt how to notice people that quick when she was a slave. That time, she needed to be very careful as she was a slave for this aristocrat and what she needed to do was to become a meat shield for them in case something bad happened. Lucky for her, most of the wound that she got didn’t left any scars on her pale skin and that experience made her learned how to feel people's presence around her. Usually she could feel the one that has this bad intention, because that was what she trained to do and she was grateful because now she could use it to protect herself.

This wouldn’t end up nicely if things kept going on like this.... She could feel them following her and she didn’t want to get into any problem now that she was close to find the murderer. Well, not that close but at least she was a step closer to the killer. The female magician was not clear about the purpose of the one who followed her, it was probably the fan of the killer who was not happy with her attempt to find their idol. Well whatever reason that they might have, Noir wouldn’t stop looking for any other clue.

It was clearly not helping for the girl to just ignore them, as they starting to make the girl were not able to have a good rest even though she had her liger sleeping, curled up beside her. Haku would sometime growl loudly when Noir was resting and made her woke up, it was not something that her white colored liger would do unless he intended to alarm her about something. The black haired girl was lucky enough to be able to adjust her resting time somehow based on what she learned when she was a slave, she had many restless night and day at that time that required her to work all day long. She would fall deeply into the slumber and used Haku’s growl to wake her up and got ready for any danger that might come.

Another day had passed and Noir still continued to look for any other clue, didn’t want to give up despite of all that stalking. She wondered if those poor girls experienced something like this too, being stalked and made them depressed to the point they couldn’t take it anymore and decided to not ignore it. Maybe one of the men was the killer? She didn’t know for sure, it wouldn’t be that easy but it was worth to try. The female magician would wait at night and walked around the dark street alone, trying to lure the men. She took a deep breath and always kept her hand on the sheath of her wand, making it easier for her to take it and attack if the rukh reacted. It was clearly not the smartest move but her liger would not make it easier for the men to approach them, so she needed to choose the dumbest way to lure them.

When she was walking, she adjusted her scarf and her coat, feeling a little cold but then someone walked out from a dark alley. Noir lowered her walking pace, staring at the alleyway with caution until the moonlight helped her to reveal the man’s face. It was odd… he was smiling at her. It looked warm but something was not right in that smile. Something more wretched was hidden in that smile and Noir could feel it, she should not act kind towards that man. She should not give the man any chance to approach her, so she stepped back a little bit but then when her rukh suddenly gathered up, it was too late. Someone wrapped hands from behind her; one arm was covering her mouth and another one was around her waist. Noir was surprised, her eyes widened when the man who held her let out this psychotic laugh. This was bad, she knew it and she needed to find a way to release herself. The man who was standing in front of her began to walk towards her, she could see a something shining in his left hand, possibly was a sharp knife.

“You know too much…” His whisper made Noir shivered, disgusted by how the air that the man let out tickled her ear. “The city was supposed to be surrounded by darkness and negativity, don’t you understand it?” He added some more pressure to press the girl’s mouth, making her head leaned on his shoulder. When the female magician let out a whimper, the man would sighed, pleased by the sound that the girl let out. “His work are beautiful, aren’t you agree? But he was a fool for not publishing about himself…” The man moaned a little bit on her ear, making Noir felt even more disgusted. “He needed to make the city scared of him, afraid of hearing his name, hailing his name to be saved…”

She could hear the footsteps becoming closer but she tried to stay calm, the true thing that broke her calmness was not the man who was now walking towards her; it was the disgusting act from the man who held her. Noir was angry, this kind of people was insane. “Well… we tried to something… like killing the last girl, using the same exact method. But soon… we will be him. We will be…The Nightfall Phantom…” As soon as the man finished his words and it was only a few more steps for the other man to approach her, the black haired girl golden irises changed into crimson. She closed her eyes for a second, mumbling something that was inaudible. The man finally arrived in front of her and lifted his hand, pressing the cold sharp knife a little bit on her pale neck, making it bleed a little. “Aren’t you a fine young lady… you look like his past victims…but no need to worry… we won’t kill you for now… not until we bring you to our sacred place…” Both of the men laughed and threatened her to walk into somewhere while they still pressing the knife on her neck. Noir would slowly move her hand to touch the sheath of her wand, sneakily, carefully.

When she arrived at the ‘sacred’ place mentioned by one of the men, she could see three more person standing there. They were wearing this kind of mask and the place looked like some kind of ritual room, they stood there as if already waiting for their other comrade to bring her there. She was ready, she was more than ready to attack, to kill, to break them into pieces, burning them with her lightning or freeze them to death by using her ice spell. The only thing she needed was just a right timing to kill—no, she couldn’t. She needed to control herself back, she couldn’t let the beast inside her to take over herself. But all of them was disgusting, all the psychotic laugh, all the sick act that they did… and all the pleasure that was shown in their face when they described about how they killed the last one. Noir mumbled something again, right now a little bit louder than before. It made the man curious and teasingly loosening the pressure of his hand against her lips. “Sick pigs…”

All of them laughed again, this time was much louder and crazier. The moment when the man pulled her hair in a rough way, Noir would whisper to the rukh while reaching for her wand. Suddenly, two lightning spears appeared and struck the man (A) who was pulling her hair, making the man (A) collapsed to the ground. She could see the look in their face, surprised to see that the girl was not helpless in her own. But Noir wouldn’t just give them the chance to run away, as she was not in the mood to be kind. She murmured to the rukh again, flicking her wrist to produce 2 small shards of electricity and made it travel towards the man (B). One of the man (C) screamed and took his dagger to strike it towards Noir but failed as the female magician created lightning whip around her wand and used it to strike the man (C) . She stared with her blood red eyes, gazed with a cold dagger of glare towards the remaining fakers. “Why don’t you understand?! The world needs its anti-hero! That way the world would be balanced!” One of the men (D) stated in fear as he stepped back with another man. “Being him is my dream… being The Nightfall Phantom…” The man (E) then took out his short sword and with a brave scream, he dashed towards Noir to strike with darkened strike .

“Hey… would you be frozen pigs…?” Noir said coldly with a blank cold stare from her crimson eyes, tilting her head a little bit. With a little flick, she whispered to the rukh, “Ghiacciolo Ballo…”, producing streams of water that quickly turned into sharp icicle the moment it touches anything. “…Idiotic pigs…” She cursed under her breath, looking back at her ‘art’ before turned her body to exit the place. Now that she got a little more clue about the killer, she could try to look for some other fakers to know more… and just hoped that she would find the true killer.

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WC: 1713/1500
Magoi : 210/300

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