Frizz mindlessly stared at the quiet cloudy night sky, sitting at an empty bench on a passenger ship heading back to his city. He sneaked inside the ship earlier with his invisibility due to not wanting to spend the money he had in his inventory.
He observed his slightly shaking hands, thinking about the multiple lives that he had extinguished. However, not a single remorse nor pang of guilt arrived. There was shock, but it was so easily suppressed by his perks.
The notion of ending a life felt like a mundane shower. Just another chore.
He wanted to continue his rampant killing spree, but his emotional suppression finally kicked in, his rage finally tempered and mellowed. Sensing that had he forced himself to continue, it would've been emotionally pointless.
His actions made the whole city go on high alert. Almost everyone was talking about the rampage. Even the passengers aboard were murmuring about the earlier events.
Most of the social media platforms were talking about the killing spree in a single day. The governor and the mayor even had to release a press statement to quell the uneasiness.
'Matthew.' A name that wasn't present in the city. He tried questioning some of the terrified workers and security guards, but they didn't recognize the name.
The authorities were on high alert, setting up several perimeters on the warehouse and also questioning several workers. Preventing him to continue his line of questioning.
The city was no better, wherever he went. There would be sirens. His intuition hinted that 'Matthew' wasn't anywhere in the city. Most likely somewhere else in the country.
Frizz decided to head home, facing the hard fact that his brother had been murdered. He sighed, watching as the passenger ship left the port.
A small comfort washed over him. Thinking that he spilt enough blood in his older brother's name. (Rest in peace, Weng.)
The passenger ship's terrace was busy and populated, several people were waving goodbye and cheering. Their departure seemed happy, if not slightly bittersweet.
A father was waving goodbye to his family. A student was waving goodbye to his friends. An old man was waving a white handkerchief to his old wife.
Frizz closed his eyes; he was jealous. They get to leave happy while he gets to leave empty. The sky darkened as it lightly drizzled, causing the passengers to head inside.
He felt the pull of sleep, letting it embrace him. He let himself be drenched in the rain, no longer caring about the weather. He wasn't going to feel cold anyway.
Early morning...
Frizz flew away from the passenger ship upon docking at the port, heading back to his home. His thoughts were full of the conversations between him and his brother. The reminiscing pained his heart, but only momentarily due to the severe emotional suppression.
(If I continue to get stronger. I may never be able to feel anything else.)
He stopped halfway, unable to continue heading home. He floated in the sky, letting the wind wash over him. He couldn't face his family, but he also couldn't abandon them.
Eventually, after much deliberation, he decided upon leaving a small monetary gift before going away.
A token apology, a token compensation.
"The money..." Frizz decided to give almost half a million pesos to his family.
He finally arrived and landed on the balcony, entering his room via the opened window.
His room, formerly a comfort zone, has now transformed into one of his worst experiences. He felt his stomach churn, his emotions were leaking, but was still mainly suppressed by his many perks.
He spotted the structural damage to his room, but there were no signs of his older brother Weng. The police had already swept the whole place, he thought.
The door then opened, revealing his father. "F-Friz!? You're okay! Thank god!" His father said in relief, hugging him dearly.
Frizz froze in place but managed to open his mouth and say: "Dad, about Weng. It was my fault. The cartel is after me. I've made a mistake of dealing with them, and because of it, Weng's dead."
His father raised a brow, exhaling relief.
"Weng's not dead? He's in a coma. The damage to his heart was minimal; the doctors said that the piercing was thin enough not to kill him. Your young girlfriend, Yani, stopped by and managed to stop the bleeding. We were then able to rush him to the hospital."
His father explained, eyes full of tears upon seeing his second youngest son alive and well.
Frizz's expression lightened up upon hearing his older brother's survival, however the comment that Yani was his girlfriend stunned him. He wasn't interested in having a relationship with someone that young and carefree.
"She's not my girlfriend. Anyways, I've come here to drop by something." He said, shaking his head and scratching his neck.
Frizz then paused for a moment, realizing his father's words. He was sure, absolutely sure that Weng had died in front of him. (Yani...)
(The nerve of that girl, announcing that we're partners, but she did save my brother.)
"We need to get you to the police. I know that bad people are after you, but they can help." His father added, grabbing him by the arm and leading him towards the door.
Frizz yanked away his arm and produced a bag full of money, money that he stole from the cartel, gangs, and scammers. His hard-earned loot that he was going to freely give up.
"Dad, use this money for anything—surgical operations, allowances, and whatever. I am going away, " he said, handing the bag of money to his father's chest.
"Frizz, where the fuck are you going? We need to go to the police now!" His father shouted, cursing due to the stress. "I don't want this money. This is drug money!" His father added, shouting.
Frizz observed his father, his buttoned shirt was full of creases and stains. The hair on his head was scruffy and greasy, the shaved mustache slowly growing back in. His father hasn't had the time to properly look after himself.
A fact that steeled Frizz's resolve even further. To steer away from his family and deal with all his problems head-on, to destroy the cartel, and to clean the city.
"Take the money, but do not turn it in. Tell the police that I came by here, but I have no intention of staying because of the target on my back."
Frizz said, putting his foot down as his father's expression soured.
As soon as his father opened his mouth. Frizz was already gone, exiting via the open window and flying away. His father hurried to the window but didn't spot Frizz. He hurried his way downstairs, exiting the house. "Frizz!"