Alex's breath caught in his throat and a shiver ran down his spine, "A beast art!! Someone with a beast art killed that man because of that briefcase!"
He kicked it away like it was a beacon of death causing it to fall further down hill and away from sight.
Without hesitation, Alex immediately abandoned the briefcase and made a run for it. He wasn't going to risk his life for something he had next to business involving himself with.
He ran and ran until his legs almost gave out but at least he could see a rather worn out bungalow, his house.
Alex parted the curtain that served as a door and entered. The insides of the house was even more for wear than the outside with flaking paint and mold growing in some places.
He put the memory of what happened in the back of his mind, choosing to suppress and forget it.
'As usual dad isn't home.' His father worked as many odd jobs as he could to afford whatever he might need and most of them stretched out overnight. It had almost been a month since he had seen his dad.
Alex immediately went to his bedroom and crashed onto his bed, sleeping within minutes.
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It was morning and Alex had a short breakfast before walking down the same road, this time, to school.
As he walked down the road, there was no burn or evidence of the vehicle or its late driver. There weren't even police officers or even mild gossip. If not for the bruises and scrapes on his skin, even Alex himself would have thought that he dreamed it all.
'Did someone simply erase the event from public eye? A cover up of this extent can't be done by only one person. It must be an organization. What was it that he called? IOA?' A loud horn broke him out of his thoughts.
He cursed himself, 'What am I thinking? Someone got killed because of that briefcase and the evidence was cleaned up with not a single trace. It's better for me if I don't get involved.'
Soon, he reached his school and crashed into his chair. After that little incident on his way home yesterday, he hadn't used his phone at all but now that he was in school…
"... it's all fair game." He laughed earning him strange looks from those around him.
Alex opened GikGok and wasted away his time on the constantly renewing content until classes began.
Soon, it was the lunch break and he walked to the cafeteria, not planning on eating but just to watch the cliché social circles in action.
After he sat down, he caught a glimpse of Tony and his rich friends laughing aloud like they owned the place… to be honest he wouldn't be shocked if it turned out that they did.
Tony finished with a can of soda and threw it into the air but it didn't fall, remaining suspended in the air as he used his beast art.
"Oh my gosh Tony you're so talented, you can use the ability of your beast art and so early at that. At the very least, you must be a Tier 1 superhuman." Alex said in falsetto to match the high-pitched voice of the girl currently talking to Tony.
Unbeknownst to him, he had pretty much shouted so now the attention of the entire hall was on him and Tony waiting to the latter's response.
Tony scowled and the can got crushed before it fell to the ground.
"Oh yeah? Let's settle this after school hours. How about that?" Alex squinted his eyes at Tony's challenge.
Alex stood up, slamming the table dramatically, "What? No, of course not."
"I'm not stupid. You have a beast art and are clearly stronger than me and a better fighter and richer… fighting you, especially if you're planning it, is the height of idiocy."
Tony and the rest of the cafeteria was silent, "Don't you have honor?" Tony tried to convince him.
"Please, honor is something only someone who is alive can have. So, no thanks." Alex replied before turning tail and leaving the cafeteria, leaving Tony feeling embarrassed.
The rest of the day flew by and once again, Alex was heading home. As he passed by the road, an insidious thought wormed its way into his mind, 'How about I check if the briefcase is still there.'
He tried to shift the thought aside but the harder he tried, the more it persisted and took a stronger hold.
'Fuck! This is going to be the death of me!' He walked down the hill and kept on going and going and going.
Soon, he came across the briefcase, now covered in dirt and grime but Alex didn't care about its appearance. "Okay, it's still here, now to move on." He said Alli as if trying to tell himself.
A few minutes passed and he was still standing, curiosity nibbling at his stomach. "The responsible bodies haven't found it so maybe it's no longer important." Alex tried to convince himself to open it and he soon fell prey to his curiosity.
The locks had already been damaged, whether by the fall or by someone else, Alex didn't know. What he did, however, was that if it was still partly broken then no one had taken its contents.
"I'll just check it… for scientific purposes, yes, scientific purposes." He hummed before prying it open.
A hard-cover book fell out. It was clearly worn out and very old with its red color having partly faded and its pages brown instead of white.
Alex opened the book and he furrowed his eyebrows, "Why the hell is this thing written in another language?!" He could see the pages filled with odd, archaic symbols instead of the letter of the English alphabet.
He looked well and smiled a little, in-between the lines of the language, there were small lines that translated the text above it.
Reading that, Alex's jaw went slack. It was a beast art!