Chapter 96 - Another World Burn : Part 1

Cain slowly walked into the abandoned garden. The man wore a mask that covered his whole face with a suit. Behind the suit, there were all kinds of weapons and disguise for him to kill a person easily.

There were no sounds of his footsteps stepping on the ground as he made his way out of the roots and the untreated flowers in the dull-looking garden.

The head of the Vergessene family finally arrived at the middle of the garden, staring at the achingly familiar red hair who was sitting on one of the benches, crushing the lavender in his hand.

"I think we both know the reason why we're here." Alfred began, slowly diverting his hazel eyes to the hitman as he let the lavender fall from his hand.

"I'm sure you don't want to see my face right now, and so do I." The president began to stand, facing his ex best friend with two unfriendly eyes.

In a blink of an eye, a gun was aimed at Cain by Alfred as the red hair dangerously stared at him. "Where did you keep her?"

Cain's blue eyes glinted deadly, returning Alfred's stare from behind his mask. "Aren't I the one who's supposed to ask that?"

There was no need for any words to be spoken by the two. Both of them knew each other too well that they quickly charged at one another with murderous intent.

The billboard across the garden shined those two with its bright light, overpowering the half moon on top of them. They clawed at the same time and quickly jumped back to avoid the impact.

Alfred fired his first shot to Cain's shoulder, and the latter dodged it with a roll onto the ground. The Vergessene did not let himself take a break as he threw a knife to his enemy's shoulder while the said enemy dodged it by flipping to the left.

Then another shot was fired by Alfred just as Cain threw another knife, causing the bullet and the knife to bounce back and drop to the ground.

Alfred quickly changed his weapon to a knife while Cain changed into a gun. They tried to attack each other again and repeated the same thing.

Alfred gritted his teeth and screamed as he charged himself to his ex best friend with another knife. Cain did not have enough time to duck when the weapon sliced down a diagonal line on his mask, revealing his left eye and the downside of his face.

The Vergessene returned the attack with a kick to the red hair's left head, sending him to fly onto a nearby overgrown pile of roses. Cain aimed his gun at the roses and slowly walked closer to get a better look.

A knife went flying over his right ear as he easily dodged it. He shot the pile of roses when he saw an inch of the red hair. Alfred rolled to his right just before the bullets got him.

With rose petals on his body, the man got up again and launched a surprise attack with a shot to Cain's hand. The latter dodged it with his gun, causing it to fall off his hand as he grunted.

Cain's blue eyes raged in a fire as he ran to the man with a glowering aura. Alfred staggered back a little when the hitman grabbed his wrist, making the gun in his hand drop down to the ground with a terrific thud.

The red hair tried to hold Cain who was trying to make him fall to the dirt, while the blue-eyed man pushed him more and more as every second passed. Both of them gritted their teeth at each other, grinding one another.

But then, the bright billboard beside them glitched, morphing into a certain familiar mercenary who was staring at the camera with his usual insane look.

Kiaran's voice rang, adorning the deadly silence between the two. He kept speaking while both of them tried to hurt each other.

"-The second season of the world burn."

Both of the two ex best friends' faces snapped over to the billboard. They growled at the same time and finally let go of each other's hands.

Alfred grabbed the bruise in his hand as he glared at Cain. "This isn't the end, Cain. You started this."

Cain tilted his head down dangerously. "I'm the one who's supposed to say that, traitor."

And they both vanished from the garden like dew under the sun.

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'Two more days to go. Livedam's central park.'

The words were etched on every screen in the Livedam city, telling the people where the world burn would first begin. The ominous words stayed there, terrorizing every single person in the city.

People started to evacuate, running away for their dear lives. Cars were trying to cross the city as the traffic jam got worse and worse.

Alfred stood in the meeting room with a relaxed face that was contained with too much anger. He just got in the office as soon as he heard the news. Every single person in the room did not dare to ask about the bruises and cuts on the president's body.

His red hair was a mess, and so was his clothes. He ignored his bleeding cheek as he began to talk.

"Everyone, prepare for an ambush. This city will go into lockdown and war. Evacuate all the people within two days- no,"

His hazel eyes glinted as he stared at the people in the room. "One day."

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It did not take long for Cain to find Kiaran. He was just finished scolding the boy for burning the house down, and now he tried to burn the whole city down.

Again.

His secondborn was standing on top of a building as if his son knew that he would come. Kiaran was enjoying the breeze when he slowly moved his head over to him with his usual mercenary clothes. The mask was already gone from his face, stating that he calculated Cain's arrival at this moment.

"Just in time, father." He uttered. An overly friendly tone was forced up the teen's throat, and Cain caught it easily.

"Kiaran, what is this?" He asked, demanding an explanation from his son.

"My play!" Kiaran spread his hands and grinned in joy.

"You never watched my play before." He darted, kindly smiling at Cain as he explained. "For all those years, you abandoned me with no one to watch my project in school. And now, I finally made one where you could finally watch."

The smile on Kiaran's face became ominous as he stared at Cain with mock. "Look at how considerate your son is."

"The previous play is not really enjoyable. I can agree with you on that." He brushed it off as he slowly walked over to his father with something going on in his mind.

"So I made another one for my one and only father to watch and enjoy." He chuckled and stood beside his father, facing the opposite way of Cain's.

"Though, I know you don't like it if you only 'watch', right?" He whispered, smirking a little as he side-eyed his father.

Kiaran scanned the bruises and cuts while slowly moving his eyes to the torn-up mask on his father's face with amusement.

"So, dear little me being so generous to my only parent-" He paused and spun around Cain as he bowed a little to give a sign of 'respect'. "-therefore, I give you a part of the play so you can experience it firsthand! Yay!"

Kiaran arrived in front of his father and tilted his head. His overly excited face quickly turned stoic in a split-second, as if it was never there.

"I want you, father, to kill every government that try to flee before my play begin." He explained with a dull voice. The insanity in his blue eyes matched with Cain's.

Cain raised one of his eyebrows and tilted his head back at his son. The wind blew off his half mask and revealed his wavy length hair, swirling along with the wind.

Kiaran's trench coat cascaded up and down, following the wind's beat. "If you feel like it's a burden, let me tell you this, dear father."

He brought his face closer to Cain's as he smiled with an etching madness adorning his face. "You're not doing it for me. You're doing it for your favourite child."

Cain's face slowly frowned at his son's words. His ocean eyes tried to search for the meaning behind Kiaran's words. He probably realized it too late but had Kiaran always been this smart to handle a situation and a favour from people?

Kiaran widened his smile as he managed to completely trap his father under his string of marionettes. Everything went according to his plan, and the teen felt the pleasure coming from it.

It was really really fun. The most fun thing that he had always done.

"She'll be sad if the governments managed to flee." Kiaran whispered, catching the realization in Cain's identical blue eyes.

"You obviously don't want that to happen to your loveable daughter, right?"