Missing Note

Chapter 4

Lillian and I walked down Roland Street, a long main road up in the northern part of Brontri. It was a somewhat commercial area dotted with a few bars, market, and other various things. There weren't very many people for a main road but it's not like a slum sector would, though the looming grey clouds didn't help either.

We passed a pair of middle aged folks who sat outside a bar and I managed to catch a bit of their conversation as we passed;

"So did you hear the news?"

"I hear a lot of stuff; you mean the one about Sever?"

"Yeah, apparently he's made an example of another Gold Sector resident"

"Really, who was it this time?"

"Rumor goes it's the second eldest son of the Crest clan, some fool nicknamed Riot"

"Wow, no kidding? How do you think Mr. Crest is gonna react?"

"There's really no telling, but something in my gut tells me it's not gonna be pretty..."

"Nooo, really?" The man hastily finished sarcastically, but it was easy to see he simply wasn't keen on talking about it. Not surprising, news gets around easily but you didn't need a picture to see people usually felt uneasy talking about the name 'Sever', like it would draw bad omens or something more unholy.

I glanced at Lillian after we passed, she seemed to be deep in thought, maybe about what the couple had said, or maybe something else was on her mind. Just as the sun rose, it seemed to reflect off her dirty-blonde hair and her sparkling blue eyes, a kind and adventurous face I was so familiar with. I owed a lot to her after all, who knows where I'd be now had we not met a years ago. Maybe I didn't give her enough credit for everything I owed her. I suppose it could be my pride but we'd done so much for each other in all that time it's just common understanding,

"Like family..." I thought but quickly pushed the word out of my mind. I did care about her that much but If I wasn't careful I'd think of things better left in the back of my head. I scavenged my thoughts to distract my mind, get off the subject; I felt like I should probably say something to Lillian but quickly decided against it, looking down at my watch.

7:23 am. It'd been roughly two days since the night of the assassination and yet the news still seemed to reach all the way out here in such little time. Well that was Evercross for you. It was almost laughable; the boy Wyot was apparently the drunken family drop-out and yet people still acted like he was the god of all happiness in the world. One more reason to declare me a menace I suppose. TV reports, eulogies, columns in the paper, it was everywhere, though typical. I'd expect nothing less of them, the lowly city wretches they were.

"You hear them?" Lillian asked suddenly and I looked at her for a moment like I didn't know what she was talking about, then I nodded,

"Yeah, It's comforting to know that the big man's influence doesn't take on so much affect out here. These people can see through it because they already know just how twisted the authorities are. "

"I don't get it, Sever"

"hm?"

"People die every day until one prep gets killed and next thing you know every gold and entity sector snot is on their knees for 'em"

"Disgraceful isn't it? It's because they hate my guts, and there looking for reasons to get the public on their side. They're right too though, I'm wondering what course of action Mr.Crest is gonna take it, something doesn't feel right..."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it, I've never been able to get a clear shot at the boy until now, there were always subtle things that made it not worth my time, but this time 'round..."