As the tension grew as Cameron stood up, hearing their conversation. Cameron was seen as a fragile weak man, he had an average height as well but Cameron was not weak, he was not strong, he simply was greater than them in terms of knowledge, his knowledge of great fighting styles. Although people thought that knowledge was was his only advantage, no one knew that Cameron' muscles greater than that of an average person by a small amount.
By simply putting it, he could defeat two people in that room. With a bit of help from Kiya, he could wipe everyone out. Although defeating two men who were starving and only got to eat small portions for 3 months to years, we must remember that one of them ran all this way without breaking a single sweat.
"Hey, let's just calm down for a second." Thomas said.
"By the looks of it, I think YOU assisted him in committing the crime." Kiya said, directing Cameron's rage onto both of them.
"What? I never did anything like that, nor did Hitleck."
"Oooh, you're defending him now?"
"Well…. I know my friend, I guarantee that he wouldn't do anything like that… right Hitleck?" Thomas said looking at Hitleck.
"I… I would never and have never murdered or attempted mourner on anyone." Hitleck said with a rightful look on his face.
"Oh, did you just stutter there?" Kiya questioned.
"Now, you're pulling at loose ends here." Hitleck said with an annoyed face.
"I maybe, I may not, but I guarantee that the killer of Unith is I this room right now."
"And why do you say that?"
"Instinct… I have really good instinct."
"Now you're REALLY pulling on loose ends."
"Hey Cameron, do you think these guys would risk their lives for each other as Unith would have done for you?" Kiya asked Cameron.
"No... I don't….." Cameron said.
"Well, should we find out?"
Kiya said as he walked over to the dead body of the man and picked up the knife, he looked at the blood stains on the knife as Hitleck and Thomas watched on. He gazed upon the ceiling of the room as he slowly pointed the knife at it. He stood there for a minute, he then swiftly threw the knife at Thomas, catching him off guard. At that moment Hitleck raised his hand midway, blocking the knife.
Thomas was frightened to experience death at such close quarters, after all, the knife was only inches away from his face. He then looked at the wounded Hitleck who was staring at Kiya with a raging and serious expression.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Hitleck yelled at Kiya in visible rage and anger.
"I was just performing a test, simply a test." Kiya said.
Hitleck walked up to Kiya, he then grabbed his collars, if it can called a collar, with both hands.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN PLAY WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES?"
"I didn't, you proved to be a good friend, to say the least."
"I…. I AM STARTING TO GET MAD BY YOU."
"WELL THEN, HIT ME." Kiya also yelled.
They both looked at each with rage and anger. Suddenly, a hand tapped Kiya on the shoulder, revealing it to be Cameron.
"Hey stop this, let's figure out who the killer is first." Cameron said, calmly.
"Huh, you're right."
Kiya then touched Hitleck's arm, signalling him to stop grabbing him by the collar. Cameron and Kiya both sat down together at the corner, already creating a division in the room.
"What would I have done, if you hadn't pulled me back? You're one of the truest friends i have ever had." Kiya said.
"…..Really?" Cameron said.
These words had touched deep into the heart of Cameron.
Making him fall even deeper into the pit.
SECOND GROUP'S ROOM [FIRST FLOOR]
Genzo and Frederick are seen sitting at a chair, talking to each other, as they are the only ones who know each other. The other 3 people are seen, mumbling something about them. They seemed to be plotting something, not that Genzo and Frederick had minded. The group consisting of the 3 men stood up, getting ready for something. The 3 of them walked towards the chairs to then grab them.
Genzo and Frederick turned their attention towards their actions. The 3 men then suddenly broke the chairs, surprising Genzo and Frederick. At this moment, Genzo and Frederick had realised what was going to happen in this room, they stood up and backed away. The 3 men then took the legs of the chairs and wielded them. Genzo and Frederick were already in their fighting positions.
The 3 men stood for a while, looking upon the 2 of them with mischievous eyes, only that this wasn't child's play. They stood for a while, before swiftly darting towards their opposition.
A while ago, they were conversing about the possibility of the killer being in this very room. Then, they came up with the ingenious plan to knock the two of them unconscious, so that they could find who the killer was, through torture. The reason why they did not suspect each other was because of pure and absurd trust of their unbreakable friendship.
They swiftly aimed and darted at Genzo and Frederick, aiming for their heads. The only thing, they did not consider was that, they were noblemen who were trained in various styles of high ranking martial artists and bestowed upon with knowledge of their past predecessors — but realisation hit sooner than they expected and harder than they anticipated, as they saw a light reaching for them.
They reached for the light, only to be pulled back down by two devils with a devious smile and two horns. The next second they opened their eyes, they saw themselves who were in a beaten state.
Even though they tried to apologise, their busted lips and swelled face would not allow them to move a single muscle, they were like frogs who were fished with water — a terrible comparison's worthy.
Genzo and Frederick sat on the wooden chairs and held the very same wooden planks, they tried to use to ,hopefully, severely harm them. Genzo and Frederick hit them with the wooden plank, on last time. And with that one hit, they were long gone, into sleep.
Even the flowers, whose purpose is to produce a beauty, smelled a fight brewing.