Funny Little Man

Hum … Hey, Mr. Editor … Who am I supposed to follow now? Sally or Joy?

[Deciding who to follow is YOUR job!]

Okay then, story time!

I missed work last time, so when I was called by HR I was cold sweating, but guess what? I wasn't fired, I was PROMOTED to main narrator! 

Yahooooo! MY man!

*Narrator 6th dimensional break-dance moves*

[Nobody cares about your life, Mr. Narrador! Do your job and tell the actual story!]

Okay, geez … No need to be rude about it.

To be quite honest, it is getting harder to continue. We're getting to the end, and I'm already missing the crew. 

The night isn't helping much either. There is an eerie feeling through the city, the moon is shining bright, but the breeze is cold and people went home early. The streets are dark, with a thin silver veil covering them. 

The temple's towers and angled roof tears the veil and creates disform patches of light floating. It looks like ghosts ceremoniously inviting us to go with them to the next life.

Even now, she can still feel the revulsion at the memories of Arthur's disgusting stare. 

***

"Sally, you know how much I respect you. I've always did, even before Don died."

"What do you want?"

"Well, as you might already know, without your presence, even for me and my allies, it was exceedingly easy to make your group's reason to exist come to fruition." Arthur seemed to derive some kind of pleasure from humiliating her, specifically, "I think you should thank me on your knees, but I'll settle for a little … favor. We need your aid with the Defense Force's inaugural operation."

She thought of him as a slimy gremlin. He had no spine before the tragic events of Fracaleza, and now he seems to be walking with a stick up his …

"Look, I have no time for your pandering. You said you could give me what I want, but it seems you just want to waste my time."

He waits until she is barely out of earshot and calmly and proudly spouts.

"Revenge!" He grins as she stops, "Your reason to live is dead, the crumbs of purpose were accomplished by someone else and even your participation in society is denied. Revenge is everything in your heart right now, isn't it?"

She turns and stares him with a mix of anger and disgust.

"My subordinates can get the beast away from his legion, but no guarantees they can actually defeat him."

***

Deep down she knew it really was dreadful, everything is falling apart, it feels like the end. It reminds her of Don's reasoning behind never pushing as hard for the creation of the police department.

"We shouldn't carry through big things like that. Endings are scary, they are when characters die."

Time isn't working in her favor either, she doesn't know who she is waiting for or when they'll come. The visibility is already getting scarce and she is getting nervous. 

She unsheathes her blade, even though there is no sign of movement around her, not even a sound to be heard. 

Not far from her, among the houses between the walls, there is one who spot a couple laying on top of its roof. Looking at the emptiness of space. Used to the freedom of the woods, they feel particularly confined in this eerie night.

The boy stands up slightly and gazes at the city, in the direction of the river.

"There are three suspicious figures sneaking towards the temple. They are wearing hoods and checking every corner."

"You think we should follow them?"

"I feel deep down that nothing good will come of it. There is this inexplicable terror in my heart that grows even larger with the realization that we have to go."

He turns and looks at her eyes. His fingers gently and aimlessly traveling her face. They could stay like that for eons to come, in the safe, alien world between their gazes, but their destiny is calling.

He watches as she leads the way. For how truthful they have been with each other, it is bizarre how he still didn't have time to confront or talk directly about these feelings.

As they close the distance to their targets, even though they are using robes and walking calmly, there is still something to the way each of them moves. The boy knows them, but who are they?

It is only by the time they reach the vicinities of the temple, when they catch a glimpse of Sally shaken with swords in hand ready to strike, that he realizes.

A chill runs straight down his spine. His blood freezes to a boil, and he draws an arrow.

"No! Yapo. DON'T!"

Words too mellow to stop an arrow that cuts through reason, air, and flesh. 

The target was the closest figure, to the left, whose screams start as those of a man in pain, but quickly deforms into the howl of a bloodthirsty beast. His stature grows as his robes are torn, revealing a yellow fur with rosette black patterns.

The beast looks over its shoulder. It's pupil so small and focused that it feels like it pierces into their futures and is already salivating over the meat.