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Chapter 33: Fate of the Endless.
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"What is this?" Alice asked, her back still hanging on his arms.
Troy straightened, retracting his hands from her figure and moving to his bed as she fixed herself behind him. Then his eyes turned back to a painting he had drawn a while ago, a time when the Voltri offered nothing but lies. Troy always despised lies, but today, something strange halted his anger. It was as though a force was preventing it.
Alice moved after him. She watched as he slowly lowered to the comfort of his bed and approached, sitting beside him, only a hand's distance apart.
"Who is she?" Alice asked again, and this time, unlike the last, the question felt right.
Troy hesitated, eyes still locked cold on the same paintings. "My mother."
His sentence was a whisper, but Alice was far from human, so every single one of the words was loud enough to graze her ear.
Then, unseen by Troy, Alice's eyes flickered as a vision he would later know flooded her. But again, her eyes flickered back, and her gaze returned to his figure.
"Why does she look like me?" Alice asked, and for the second time that day, Troy's head turned to her, with its distance only a breath apart.
Alice neared him, halving a breath into a hair. "Tell me."
Troy was still stationed straight, his mind crying for release, but his spirit unyielding.
"I don't know," Troy whispered, and before their lips could touch, Alice pulled back.
Her head shot towards the open window, "Do you smell it?"
Troy nodded at the words, because far in the woods, the strong scent of a white deer crawled up his skin.
"Let's go." She shot up smiling, grabbing his one hand and pulling him up.
Troy unwillingly chuckled at her actions, and he sighed when she vanished and reappeared near the window. Then, just like that, she was gone, leaving behind the lingering remembrance of her hundred footsteps as they slammed against the ground and dashed toward the forest.
And Troy vanished after her, making sure to close the window as he descended from the second floor, slamming into the ground and dashing after her.
Alice was fast, so he smiled when he realised that he actually needed to put some effort into catching up.
So, he halted as the dirt below sank him due to the momentum.
Then he readied himself by kneeling and taking on the posture of a sprinter. And a strange whistle-like sound embraced him when he did it. His clothes, which moments ago were unaffected by the wind, started shaking unevenly.
And then, after a moment of what some would call less, a thunder-like sound erupted from the ground below him, and he was gone.
Then, at a far distance from where they started, the trees oddly dented in the opposite direction, as though somewhat acknowledging his presence.
And Troy, the figure who was dashing past them, lightly bent his knees, creating chunks on the ground below him and launching upward into the air.
Then he straightened his body, grinning at the air friction, which he was lightly altering to support his ascent. And just like that, his figure remained atop clouds, seeming resistant to forces of opposition and gravity; he was flouting on air, with his figure moving forward in a straight line, completely undisturbed.
But below him, his eyes caught sight of Alice's sprinting figure. She couldn't even notice him flying above her. And when Troy turned his gaze, the figure of a running deer embraced him. And unlike them, it seemed as if it had caught on to the fact that it was about to lose its life, as it huffed and puffed without restraint.
Troy only flickered a finger, and his body descended like a bolting angel cast from the heavens.
Alice jumped beside him from the sound of Troy's whistling figure as it slammed the ground she was running atop.
The sight lightly stopped her acceleration, so Troy gained a distance when he dashed forward after his landing.
Troy smiled when Alice's laughter, who was running behind him, reached his ear.
And in moments, Troy speared forward, grabbing the white deer with his left hand, crushing its windpipe, and rolling on the ground after slamming into a tree that shattered into a million pieces.
Then, for the first time that day, a genuine unhalted laughter embraced his lips, as Alice, who was also laughing behind him, crashed into another tree.
Troy just covered his eyes with an arm after she rolled on the ground beside him, protecting them from the thousand shattered chunks of wood that came flying after.
Alice stood up gracefully as she made her way to the now dead deer, which was slumping on the ground beside them. Then she raised its entire body with one hand, lifted it to her mouth, and sank her teeth within its neck.
And although her eyes were closed, her pupils reddened at the action. Then, after a moment, she pulled back and lifted it to the front, offering it to Troy.
Troy shook his head. "Na, I'm good. I don't drink blood."
But Alice didn't retract her arm; she only smiled at him.
"I saw you drinking after I left," Alice said. And Troy's brows raised, but as swiftly as they lifted, they fell.
He knew what she was referencing. He noted how her eyes flickered when they were still at the house, and although he ignored it then, its meaning finally came to light; she saw the future.
So he sighed, stood up, grabbed the deer, and also sank his mouth onto its neck. And although his teeth extended an inch shorter, with enough force, they embraced the deer as a knife would butter.
It had been years since he had last drunk blood, so the pleasure alone was enough to nearly knock him to the floor. But Alice slapped him on the shoulder, just enough for him to also pull away.
She laughed, and he laughed next. Then his hand let go, and the deer fell to the ground below him.
He would never know why, at least until it was too late. But their eyes interlocked, and his heart, for the millionth of times since he met her, skipped a tad too swiftly.
It was the influence of fate. And all things, including the devil himself, were victims.
Only it was the judge, the jury, and the executioner.
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