Chapter 3: Looking For Answers Colonel Flamb? III 2014/05/01 (Thu) 20:39 No. 179471 ▼
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The creature spread its limbs and let it's body collapse on all fours, then skittered under the wood paneling. Under the porch of a house situated the edges of the human village, near where the town ended and the fields of crops began, it hid and waited.
Hours passed, and the day finally gave way to the inevitable dark of night. Then, like a statue being brought to life, the creature shifted. It turned its head. Despite having no eyes or ears, the creature had heard, and soon saw what it had waited for.
The creature gazed past its shimmering tendrils of glass-like hair at a young boy, a famer's son probably no more than 12; walking from the field.
The creature advanced, slowly, until it was right at the base of the porch. The child reached the first step. It waited until it could hear his footsteps. Then?
The creature grabbed the boy's feet with its massive, bony arm and lashed out, leaping out from from under the deck, pinning him against the ground as he fell. The boy tried to scream but found that no voice would come. It was as if a suffocating vacuum had taken all the sound from him. The creature didn't strike him, however. It merely held him there.
Then, its face slowly began to distort. The glass-like hair retracted and thickened, changing color and thickening until it was a dark brown. The pale skin gained color, and eyes formed on its featurless face. Soon, the boy was gazing into a mirror image of himself. And then, it let go. Free of the iron grip, cried and ran into the house.
It was high noon, and Marisa had just arrived at the human village. Reimu would've accompanied her, were she not recovering at Eintei. Still, despite the meteor impact yesterday, people went about as usual, and the human village was lively as ever. She decided she would visit the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Maybe it's residents would have some books that could tell her more about yesterday's incident.
Nearly two hours had passed before Marisa reached the Voile library proper. Despite arriving at the mansion's gates earlier, her ill reputation there had caused quite a stir. After a few heated danmaku fights however, she was permitted entry.
"Yo, patchy!" Shouted Marisa, completely disregarding that one should be quiet when in a library.
"Go away, Marisa."
"I need to borrow-"
"Can ya at least let me explain first?"
"?If it will make you leave quicker"
Marisa wasted no time in explaining the previous day's events.
"I see?I think I might have something."
In the human village, a boy in field clothing stopped at an intersection somewhere between the market and the residential district. He know that it was not safe to remain out at night, and thus the boy decided to find somewhere to take refuge.
Spotting a building more sizable than the others, he decided that it would do for the time being, and entered it. He made his way down it's long corridors, until he heard voices.
The "farmer's child" looked about, trying to find the source of the voices that so faintly permeated the otherwise quiet atmosphere. He finally came to a room at the end of the hall, and, letting curiosity take a hold of him, entered it.
The interior was rather plain to say the least, and bore great resemblance to classrooms one might find in older schools; not that it mattered to him. Two women sat in chairs at the far end of the room, conversing with each other and occasionally laughing. He stepped closer. Immediately their conversation was cut to a halt. The one wearing red and white attire looked somewhat agitated at the interruption. Her friend stepped forward.
"Hello there." She asked in a soft yet firm tone, "You should know that the school isn't open at these hours."
The boy was silent.
The other woman glared at the boy, "Hey, you deaf or somethin'? She asked you a question."
"Mokou!" snapped the woman who stood before him, sometimes she just couldn't stand her friends attitude.
Taking the boy by the hand, she guided him out of the building.
"Sorry about that." She said, "My name is Keine, what is yours?"
"Well, if you don't want to tell me your name, can you at least tell me where you come from? It's late out and you should probably be getting home."
The boy's eyes welled up with tears and he began to sob. Keine stared in confusion at him for a brief moment, then knelt in front of him and wrapped her arms around him, letting him cry into her chest. After a while, his breathing slowed and evened out, and Keine realized the child had cried himself to sleep.