Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Clips ❯ Clip 3 ( Chapter 3 )

- Clip Three: Bloodstained Salvation -

 

No matter how many times he was to visit New York, the city would forever remain as a place of unbearable cold and loneliness in his memory. It was, after all, the city where he was stabbed and nearly died on the streets, ignored by all.

As a White Hunter given the doubled-edged gift of freedom when all he knew was the bloody trade of killing, he was crippled. Freed, with no organization to define his killings, he was no different from the mercenary assassins. Oh yes, he was crippled, and isolated, adrift in a world that thought him dead.

He grappled to make sense of his existence in this cold city, struggled to stave off the inevitable. But moving without purpose, without desires, without dreams or wishes…he was drowning in despair despite his best efforts. Inevitability still caught up with him and when it did, he couldn't find the strength to fight it off anymore.

So he decided to make the alley a dead-end for himself.

He chose to save the boy instead and take the cops' brutality upon himself. If he were to die in that nameless alley, well, so be it. He was just so tired. At least one more life would benefit from his death and that was a purpose, wasn't it?

So when the phantom hunter stopped the beating and Mihirogi extended a bloodstained hand to him - it felt like salvation.