Chương 112: Two-And-A-Half-Years-old (11) Homo sapiens

In my village there is a good amount of monkeys. Not a lot. But a good amount nonetheless. To furnish all of those monkeys with food, monkey-hunters exist. Those hunters have been struggling since I entered the market. Since I let my human brethren Murai Taki carrion the training dolls I've left behind me. The 'food' I've left behind me. This food is precious to those hunters, that is how they live, this is how they survive, get their food, get their money. And like any homo sapien-! Huma-! Monkeys.

Like any monkeys. They can get pretty... violent, when someone come to threaten them and their livelihood, funny. One of my favorite monkey is called Uehashi. But his name doesn't matter. No, his nickname, his pet name, the one I gave him matters. His name is scarry. From now on, I will refer to Scarry exclusively as 'Scarry' even if his brethren calls him "Uehashi, we need to do something.

Right now""No" Scarry crosses his arms together and lean against the wooden wall beside him, his coat already thrown on a table beside him. The light dangling above him shines on the face of the one in front of him, a pretty burly monkey with a stomach, a good amount of belly fat, and extremely hairy forearms.

"Uehashi, please..." Scarry thinks about it for a moment, before sighing and looking down.

"I know, I know, give me some time""It's been a month already""I know I know but... he's not doing anything wrong""We're losing our job, ou-our life, our livelihood-" The extremely hairy monkey forearms come up to wave around, trying to sell his case as he casually talk about trying to remove MY monopoly from the market.

"-we have family, you have family, do you really think we can keep going like that. We're going to run out of meat in weeks at best" My favorite monkey Scarry looks. Conflicted. Really conflicted. He avoids looking at the hairy monkey that is in his own home, a home I entered by slinking myself in with them.

"It's just...."

"I'm sure he'll see reason alright? Murai isn't a bad guy, he's just a bit angry, he won't calm down by himself, but, we'll stick to pressuring him for now. What you're asking is... a bit too much" The hairy monkey drops his arms, dissapointed, sad. As if his life has been ripped out of him. And me? Me? I smile. Because this guy's good compared to that filthy monkey, because this Scarry guy is a good guy, even if he's not my best friend, or he's not on my side, not really, not yet, he's respectable at least.

I can respect this kind of holding back, this kind of empathy by putting himself in Murai shoes, I can respect the fact that he will not try anything drastic even if I drain him out of all his hope for life and that he won't dare to force my hand into ripping the life out of him because he's gonna make a mess a mess and this is gonna alert my grandfather, and I don't want to alert my grandfather because my grandfather is a bad man and I don't wanna die I wanna live and this man, this human gets it, he gets me, scarry gets me compared to this filthy monke-!

Monkey? Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. I blink. And I look around me. At the room I'm in... At the inverted face of Scarry and that random burly guy. At my feet on the ceiling, stuck there, at my clock stuck to my body, hanging against gravity too to avoid making a shit ton of noise and staying still and form fitting around me, at my crossbow in my hands, my crosshair perfectly still and centered right on Scarry right eye with the steadyness of a surgeron. I...

I was about to kill him? I. But... but I'm harmless. I'm harmless... I only hunt animals. I... ever only hurted animals. I... I. I'm harmless. Hahaha, I'm, ahah, I'm from a democracy, I'm, we can debate, there's no need for humans to kill each other, for all those atrocities to happen, for a fellow brethren of mine, of a child of mother earth to lose their life and return to the earth. There's... There's no need. I wasn't about to do anything. I'm. I only hunt animals. I only kill animals.

But animals are fine, they're animals, they don't feel like we do, we're humans, we're sapient, we're not... animals. They're pets. They're food. They're... Animals are fine to kill. Aren't they? Humans are not. But! But I wasn't about to kill him! HahaHAHAHAHAH! What are you talking about? I'm harmless I told you, don't you see my baby cheeks? I'm harmless, the...

the crossbow was precautions, because life is dangerous, even if I'm completly invisible and stalking the corner of his ceiling without moving a single inch like some kind of ambush predator. I wasn't! I WASN'T about to do anything! It's, it's self defense, a kid is in danger around adults during those hard times. And they, they... They keep talking and I look down, at them, not with my eyes. But with my sixth sense. Their brain are melting with my flow, with my magic. The back of their brain. I am invisible.

There's also a gentle pattern already dancing in their brain too, ready to activate at any moment and put them through unending torment and pain. But. But that makes no sense because I haven't been, I, haven't infected them, I don't remember doing tha-! But I do. And I remember following them. I remember following Scarry. I remember sliding perfectly in front of him, and whenever he opened his mouth, my arm lashed out with my own magical water to make him swallow.

I remember how he went to his home and I never stopped infecting him, how I kept building more and more illusions in his brain that were ready to be activated at a snap of my finger. At a push of my will. I remember when he met the hairy guy mid walk and they started talking, and how I started sliding in front of the hairy guy and did the same with him until I could kill him at any second. I remember how they went inside his house and how I slid behind them.

I remember how Scarry noticed that his window was open so he closed it and how I took out a senbon from the depths of my pocket, and as he closed his window, I slid a senbon under the hinge to keep the window open, even if it felt closed. Giving me an escape route I could use at any moment.

I remember how I pulled out sharp wire from my pocket and started trapping their surroundings in front of them, making the wire that can cut through flesh in a second invisible to their own eyes with the technique I created to protect myself and placing a trap wedged by two shuriken in the wall to make sure that if they tried to follow me from the window they would be cut in half, how I made the exact same trap on the door if they tried to chase me from there.

And how hairy guy may die just now because he's about to leave. My entire body explodes in silent motion as I slide around the ceiling and contort my body on the edge of it to slide down on the wall until my legs are above the door, arching my back I grab the shuriken on the left and dig it out at the same time as hairy guy says "Think about it man" and pushes the door out to leave, and I lift the wire just in time for him not to feel it or for it to cut through his throat as he left. Fuck... I... I... That's. Uh.

I make sure my illusion is still in their brain. That they can still not see the traps I put around them, that my flow is still around wire and shurikens too, blurry and melting their shape into the background and making them unnoticeable.

I remove my second shuriken, shove everything in one of my pockets, do the same with the other trap as Scarry slouches in a chair before drinking from a bottle, a bottle that's filled with my flow because I remembered putting even more ways for me to infect him everywhere in his entire house, in his sleeves for when he scratches himself, on his cutlery, and his food, every inch soaked by a fine layed of my magical water... And... I need to leave.

I get the fuck out from the window, looking back at the house for a while. Feeling the difference in my sixth sense compared to the other house. This house is an insidious trap I created. Nobody living in it will be able to escape being infected if they live or visit here. I.. That's. That was for self defense. I don't know much about history. I feel like I made that clear already. Since a long time ago. That's why it's so unfortunate. So unfortunate that I don't know how genocides start.

It's when one group consider the other as lesser, it's when one group see a difference and decide they're lesser and not humans because they would never do that much harm to a human, they never would right? That's why they're lesser. That's why they're animals.