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[Lore] -- Oneshot chapter??
English isn't my first language so there MIGHT be weird grammar or smth, please tell me if there is 🙏
There was a ringing in his ears, a sound echoing in his skull. A gunshot—but one that echoed so loudly he could feel it pounding inside his skull; although that wasn't because it was from a gun. No, he'd heard it enough times already to not get startled. It was as common in his life as brushing his teeth. The reason the hairs on his neck stood on end wasn't because a gun was pointed at him—it wasn't, anyway. Even if it had been, he wouldn't have shuddered, that's for sure. A strange, unsettling feeling came over him; he felt as if he'd cease to exist in this world if he didn't push through the crowd and see who he guessed was lying on the ground. Why? He'd witnessed countless instances of [Boss] killing people, both targets and those on their side; so why did it bother him now?
He pushed through the crowd. But he didn't really need to; most of those who noticed him had already moved aside, their shoulder muscles involuntarily tensing. It was laughable; grown men were actually 'scared' and backing away from a 16-year-old kid.
Evan thought they had good reason to be scared, but then dismissed that thought as childish and too edgy even for his liking.
When he finally arrived at the 'scene,' the blood under his feet didn't surprise him. The knowledge that this blood would probably dry on the soles of his shoes didn't bother him. Recognizing the man with the three holes in his chest didn't cause his heart to pound or his stomach to drop. No, really, he wasn't in shock or disbelieving, he just didn't feel anything.
He heard the whispers of the people around him. They probably thought they were being quiet, but didn't they realize Evan was close enough to hear them? Were they stupid, or did they think he was? The whispers were about the red-haired man, now covered in blood: "It was bound to happen," "What a pity," "He deserved it," "Would Evan or [Boss] jump on us if we tried to leave?" They continues along those lines. It didn't matter, they always whispered anyway.
Evan wasn't affected by what was in front of him; they might have been close, but that "closeness" probably didn't mean much when it came to him. The fact that he didn't feel bad made him feel bad—he should have felt something, if the dead man were in his place, he certainly would. If someone else were in his place, they would feel something: sadness, lament, happiness, disgust, fear, anger… whatever. But he wasn't 'someone,' so perhaps that's why he felt nothing.
His gaze involuntarily drifted to the man's face.
The dead man's eyes, peering from beneath the drying, blood-stained orange hair, gaze at him. Not as if they were left open when his heart stopped, but truly looking—wide-open, misty blue eyes that stare at him like no one else ever has. Light reflects on them from the building's lighting, but it lacks the usual 'lively' brightness. The blue irises are looking as if they're floating on the sclera. The pupils are dilated and not reacting to the light as they should. Regardless, even in death, his eyes look more alive than Evan's ever could. The corpse before him is more alive, more human. Evan is not, if those words could be used to describe him, he wouldn't be feeling so empty right now. No, he is a corpse, mockingly pushed aside by God, fate already determined to rot forever under the living's feet. He is no more alive than those around him he thinks of as "animals", never was and never will be.