“What’s that supposed to mean?” Milky asked. Nervous stares gathered around the prideful boy with folded arms. Pointing with his index, Milky smoldered as he opened his mouth, “worry not, that isn’t Jaromir. At a glance the guy looks like him, but he isn’t the real deal. He’s a fake.”

  “Re-really…” Milky’s crew replied.

  “Hmm, how would you know? That guy just got here yesterday,” Urjohar said.

  “Hehe… You underestimate me, and my information. I have men everywhere…”

  Mako tried to poster up to Otie, but Otie’s grin bit him off. Mako wanted to question the lad, but stepped away, feeling a deep sense of unease. He glanced over his shoulder, a nervousness unlike any he had ever felt before. His parrot hair brushed back with the wind as his nose dripped. Without hesitation he took Otie’s back, kneeing him in the stomach.

  “You fucker! Stop pretending to be Jaro, damn jerk!” Mako shouted as sweat pooled around his face.

  “Eee! Don’t hit me, I’m sorry!” Otie pronounced like a wet kitten. Urjohar and Fester stared in disbelief, ‘what a loser’ was written across their faces. Milky held his stomach from the pain of laughter, teary eyed he began to mock Cherry once more.

  “Great saviour you got there. Don’t you think Cher?” She isn’t getting mad… A sea breeze was not needed to calm her heart, a steady rhythm of comfort lay within her mind. “Aye, enough, we’re just wasting time…” Milky and his crew backed away, entering one of the school buildings. Horst gave them a deep bow, he wouldn’t straighten up until they fully passed him.

  “Tch, you really are the worst,” Urjohar said whilst glaring down at Otie. Cherry picked up her bag once again. Otie gave it a faint look without much question. As the others left Horst walked down to Otie’s level.

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  “Still on the ground? No doubt, those guys are the ones behind the Zodiac Palace. Milky is slippery, but the other ones though…” Horst whispered into Otie’s ear.

  “The other ones?”

  “Seems I awoke our briar rose, Cherry. My charm still hasn’t waned? No!!” Milky told himself, his crew on the other hand whispered in concern to what he may be planning.

  Deep into the night, a fleeting rush of speed, the wind picked as though something flew by, but no presence could be seen. Within the lighting of central a hound could be momentarily picked out within the darkness. A cold blaze not unlike the underworld could be heard vrooming like a broken aviator.

  Milky’s crew, alone, flashes of white took their heads from cavities above. A foot slammed into one boy’s temple, a hand behind another, their screams were too short for the grinning ghoul. Mako’s neck was swiftly taken by a grip he could not avoid. Picked up and slammed against a truck door…

  “Gnn, who… Who are you?” Mako cried. Through the faintest light given by the moon could Mako outline who captured him.

  “Hello!” Fake Jaromir said within the brightest glee.

  “T-the fake…

  Mako’s screams could not be heard in the city’s bustling nightlife. The barking of dogs, the chatter of people, the revving of automobiles.

  In the computer lab, Horst checked his messages, and there it was. A photo of Mako’s wasted body with a message attached. Mako and the other two got wasted. No information on Alan Milky yet…

  They were wasted? Wasted? By whom? Ayihcah? Heh… At least I won’t have to see those assholes for a while, at any rate. Horst thought as he began typing his reply.