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Chapter 492.

    Chapter 492.


    <strong>Chapter 492. A Bloody Date with Wisteria. (4/4)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Had he... really lost his mind just now? Was he seriously about to shoot Aurelia, or was that just for show?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I recalled Aurelia’s tranquil eyes when the gun was closing in on her head. Even when the bullet was fired from above and the ss shattered, she didn’t even blink once or flinch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d been looking me in the eyes the entire time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t really get it. I couldn’t read her. Was it relief I saw in her eyes? Relief that it would be her rather than me? I was in possession of her soul but I didn’t pay attention to the color at the time so I didn’t know for sure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What does a mother think of when they’re staring death in the eye?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Their child?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then was she asking me to look out for her daughter if she died or something?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Screw you!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Take care of your daughter yourself!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Unless I asked her I probably wouldn’t find out. But it didn’t look like I’d have the chance right now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Kid, are you okay?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">One of the SWAT members had his hand on my shoulder. I didn’t even realize it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Yeah… I’m okay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now that I’d calmed down and thought about what actually just transpired I was ready to curse.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why the hell did you idiots shoot the gun out of his hand? Have you people lost your minds?” That shit was some Hollywood bullshit that doesn’t actually happen in real life. I mean, it looked pretty damn cool and all, but it was way too risky.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d only seen very few rare instances where such a shot was taken ending sessfully. One of them was some drunk guy on awn chair raising a gun up and down threatening to shoot himself and random bystanders. With the circumstances here, poor lighting, and the angle, shooting the gun directly out of his hand should be considered impossible and just foolish.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The SWAT member in front of me was a bit taken back when I started to curse him out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We didn’t have a choice, it was ast resort. He said he was going to kill her and it looked like he was ready to pull the trigger too so the call was made to take the shot. We didn’t have a good shot on him directly, she would likely have been hit. We were aiming for his hand rather than the gun but it ended up hitting the gun instead. It was a total fluke that it hit the gun out of his hand.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see.” When I heard the exnation I felt a tiny bit better.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But… I still had my doubts that he was really going to shoot her. Even if I felt the odds were low… it wasn’t impossible. Maybe what Wisteria said got under his skin. Dying so she could be with me. I didn’t bother to say anything further and kept my mouth shut.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re unusually calm for a kid who had a gun in his mouth only a few minutes ago.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not calm at all. I don’t look it, but I’m actually shitting my pants right now and freaking out on the inside.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, are you? I would be too. I hate to do this to both of you after the traumatic experience you just went through, but do you and your girlfriend mind providing us with an ount of everything you saw and heard here today?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come with me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">They’d already removed the doctor from the movie theater. When I exited the building behind the SWAT officer, I saw the doctor from behind being escorted toward a cruiser.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was a light drizzle of rain falling. The air was humid and the water felt lukewarm from the summer heat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">BANG!


    <span style="font-weight:400">My jaw opened slightly. My eyes shook at the sight. My head was spinning. My ears rang.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Raindrops sttered outward forming a long straight line in the path a bullet traveled through the air. Blood flew from right to left. The origin of the blood was the doctor’s head in front of the cruiser.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Get down! Sniper!” One of the SWAT members cried out at the top of his lungs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My body was forcibly pulled down low to the ground behind a vehicle by the SWAT member in front of me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My heart pounded violently like a drum.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t believe my eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Just like that?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Assassinated in broad daylight?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shots fired! Shots fired! Sniper west of the downtown cineplex! Hostile location unknown! One civilian casualty! Requesting immediate backup! Secure the perimeter!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">The rest was a blur.


    <span style="font-weight:400">By the time I realized it, I was inside a police station being questioned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I answered what I could and supplied them with the recording I took.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us were kept back for two hours of questioning before we were finally free to go.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa and Dawn picked us up and drove us back to the cineplex.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I waspletely out of it. That moment was constantly reying in my mind over and over again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He’d done everything he could for Aurelia in the end knowing he’d inevitably be killed. When I saw him from behind, I couldn’t help but see the back of someone who’d epted he was about to die.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He knew he’d be shot there once apprehended. If not killed by the SWAT team, by the dangerous people he was involved with. To silence him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What I did… was it really correct?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t help but reflect on everything now that it was over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Did he really deserve to die in such a way?


    <span style="font-weight:400">They weren’t able to catch the sniper in the end. They escaped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The aftermath shed through my mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Brains matter spattered across the concrete, a body surrounded by a pool of blood. Aurelia, on her knees, under a light drizzle of rain, crying in front of the doctor’s cold… lifeless… unmoving corpse… with a giant hole blown clean through the sides of his head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I saw her mourning the death of her former friend, watching her grieving figure from behind, I felt a sense of emptiness.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The at ease expression on the doctor’s face, his eyes shut closed. He looked... relieved in his final moments.


    <span style="font-weight:400">You dumbass… don’t go dying leaving behind someone crying for you when you’re supposed to be a viin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He did shitty things, sure. Many would judge him as evil, but even then, he’d still done some good things in his life as well. That obviously didn’t excuse the shitty things he’d done in his life. But there were still people that would cry for him if he died. Even one of the people he’d hurt the most was willing to cry for him when he met this sort of end.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What the hell...


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bitterness.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The bitter aftertaste in my mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So... bitter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Big brother, should we just call the rest of our date off? You don’t look like you’re in the mood right now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When Wisteria called out to me, I looked up from the table we were seated at. When I scanned our surroundings I realized at some point while I was zoning out we arrived inside a small cafe.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine. Let’s continue. I was just thinking about a few things.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you sure?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’m sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">What am I doing? It isn’t like me to let things like this phase me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then what do you want to do?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve never drunk any alcohol before, you mind buying some? I think I want to try it at least once.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not good to drink at your age, big brother.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine… just this once…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you want?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I honestly don’t know anything about alcohol. How about some vodka or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Vodka’s pretty strong and can really mess you up, you know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s better if it’s strong, I don’t want to have to drink a lot. I kind of just want to get drunk once to see what it’s like.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you leaving tomorrow morning?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. So at most I’ll only have two or three shots.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, I’ll hold you to that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Have you gotten wasted before, Wisteria?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm, I have. Your big sister will take good care of you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How bad are hangovers?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Drink too much and you’ll feel like your brain’s being split in twoe morning time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d definitely like to avoid that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I drove us over to a liquor store and Wisteria came out with a bottle of vodka in hand. Having acquired the vodka we booked a room at a hotel for a night. Since Wisteria was old enough, we didn’t have any problems.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Inside the room, Wisteria opened the bottle, raised it up, and drank from it directly, not bothering to pour out a shot for herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is that really okay?” I couldn’t help but ask her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve got a pretty high tolerance against alcohol.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I downed two shots back to back and copsed on the bed while trying my hardest not to spit it out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’d been quite a while since I slept on a bed. At Dawn’s ce, I’d just been falling asleep on the couch in the living room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh, it’s as crappy as I expected.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bitter. God, it’s so damn bitter. How the hell do people enjoy this stuff?


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was also the burning sensation it left behind in my mouth down the back of my throat to my stomach. Overall, it was extremely unpleasant.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, your reaction’s the exact same I had when I drank for the first time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria climbed on top of me on the bed. With the bottle of vodka in her right hand, she looked me in the eyes and asked, “Hey, am I your first?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? First what?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“First drinking partner.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… well it is my first time drinking after all. So obviously you are.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good. If you ever want to go out for a drink again in the future, make sure it’s with your big sister, okay?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She let out a satisfied smile as she raised the bottle to her mouth and downed some more vodka.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she lowered the bottle, she sat down on top of my abdomen and rested the bottle on my chest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ahhhhh. It’s been a while since Ist got drunk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Really? When was thest time you got drunk?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I haven’t had to get drunk since I met big brother.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry… you’ve been sober for quite a while and you’re breaking your streak because of me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I only sobered up because of big brother to begin with so it’s not a big deal. Since then I guess I’ve been getting drunk on something else.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Drunk un what?” Ah, I messed up. How embarrassing. Was that the vodka?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Drunk on big brother obviously.” She said it so seriously that if I was just a bit more tipsy I would have probably believed her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While we talked, the vodka gradually kicked in. My body was heating up, I was having a harder time breathing, and the room was starting to sway a little.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you starting to feel a bit tipsy yet?” Wisteria suddenly asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm, a liddle.” Ugh. I don’t like this feeling at all. It feels weird. Ufortable.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria’s cheeks were a bit flushed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How bout you? You’ve ad quitea bit.” I kinda wanna die. It’s seriously embarrassing unintentionally slurring words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m getting there. Hehehe, big- no, my widdle brother’s kind of cute when he’s tipsy. Want one more shot?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… just one more.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright. One more shoting right up. Les see, the shot ss. Huh, it’s so far… well whatevs, this worksh too I guesh.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria raised the bottle up, only she didn’t pour it out into a shot ss. Rather she brought the bottle to her mouth, put it down, then bent forward and locked lips with me. The vodka flowed out naturally from her mouth directly into my own.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When our lips parted, her eyes opened halfway. She exhaled out close to my face and a heavy scent of vodka lingered on her breath.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I inhaled it and felt as though I became more intoxicated by those fumes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s as much as ur gettin tonight liddle brother.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mmmmm.” I felt too tired to talk. My eyes felt heavy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria raised the bottle up one more time and chugged a good amount before mming it down on the desk on the side of the bed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sheid down directly on top of me, hugging my head, and pulling it into her bosom. She rolled to the side and wrapped her legs around my waist. She reminded me of a cat on catnip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It didn’t take long for us to fall asleep cuddled up close to each other. It wasn’t even particrlyte. It was pretty early into the evening.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a weird sort of date, but I guess it counted. Wisteria seemed happy and content with it, so that was all that mattered in the end.


    <span style="font-weight:400">One thing was for sure… this date… I wouldn’t be able to forget it even if I wanted to.
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