23 Murder (2/2)

In his rage, he punched Aaron right in the face. When he realized what he had done, he immediately ran away towards the market in hopes that he would lose Aaron there.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working as Aaron used his much longer legs to catch up to him quickly.

He's catching up! I need to find a place to hide! Somewhere he can't reach! Think, Louis! Think!

Suddenly, as he was starting to panic, he found himself growing lighter and, the next thing he knew, he was in a completely different place from before. It was a narrow allyway, completely blocked from the sunlight.

Drip... Drip... Puchi!

”Mmf!!!...” From somewhere to his right, he heard a voice scream in pain but, the sound seemed to have been muffled by something, causing him to not hear it clearly.

Curiously, he turned to look at where the sound came from and immediately regretted.

His face turned ghastly pale, as if all of his blood had been drained.

M-murder! There's a murderer here!

In the alleyway further in, three men were laying face down on the ground, their bodies covered in wounds and their own blood.

He hurriedly crouched down and hid behind the shadows of the garbage dump beside him, thankful that it existed.

Suddenly, he heard a voice that would haunt him for many years speak.

”Hey, monsieur...” The voice said with a drawl, as if a predator teasing its prey. ”Your friends seemed to have gone off without you... Well, what a pity.”

The voice is too clear to be an adult's. Don't tell me it's actually a child?!

(Alphonse: OAO The monster has revealed itself!)

...

At this moment, Casimir was staring coldly at the bloody body sprawled on the ground in front of him as he playfully spun the broken metal pipe which he had used for a weapon around.

”Hey, monsieur! You were being extremely talkative just a while ago! Why are you being so quiet now huh?!” Casimir growled, his teeth bared like a wild animal.

”... Have you ever thought... For one single moment... The fate of the children that you sold..?” Casimir mumbled in a seemingly deranged way. ”Have you?!”

”You haven't right?... All your kind think about is money... Trash!!!” In rage, Casimir used the sharp point of the pipe and stabbed and stabbed and stabbed.

Child trafficking was a very sensitive topic for Casimir as he had been chased by traffickers on more than one occasion in his past life, nearly causing him to die in some of those cases. He had friends who fell to child traffickers, never to be seen again. He knew the consequences of being caught; slavery. That was why he abhorred anything that had to do with it.

Fourty six stab wounds on the body. The man had no chance for survival.

Casimir took deep breaths to calm himself then, flipped the dead body over to take out the dirty cloth in its mouth to wipe the blood that was splattered on his impromptu weapon.

Fortunately, the laws stated that wizards were not allowed to kill muggles with magic. But what if he didn't use magic to kill them? And right now, he still wasn't formally part of the wizard world.

Would they investigate this incident, or would they just leave it as a normal murder? Casimir decided to experiment using this incident, noting it for future reference, in case he would have to do something like this again.

Slowly, with silent, deliberate steps, Casimir headed towards the old garbage dump near the opening of the alleyway. Then, with the grace and silence of a cat, he leaped on top of the dump's cover, peering over the edge to see the top of a child's head.

”Had fun playing hide and seek, wizard boy?”