Mystic Syn

Ji looked her right in the eye. His scowl faded into a serious line. “Elya,” he said, “I trust you. If you don’t trust me, I can’t blame you.”

Ji pointed a glare at Ne’ik. “And no one asked for your opinion,” he shot back.

“Well,” Ji said with a shrug, “I’m not sure how I can prove that to you.”

He stared at her, dead serious expression on. “It’s called ‘humor,’” he said in a matter of fact tone. “You ought to try it sometime.” Ji rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry. Yes, I do trust you. You haven’t wronged me yet.”

Ji let out a sigh. “Alright,” he said, “where’s the body?”

He noted her discomfort, and took a step back. “Well?” Ji asked, tilting his head at her.

Ji fell silent for a moment, his gaze falling to the ground. He folded his arms and softly tapped his finger on his elbow. “Hmph, understandable.” Ji looked back up at her. “You have a plan or what?”

“You think they’re spies for the Pacis?” he said, his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Alright..? And they are?”

Ji carefully closed the door behind them, then leaned on the doorway. “Well?” He rose an eyebrow. “What is it?”

He looked back at her, his frown growing deeper. Ji sighed, got up from his cot, then started to walk off to where he and Locke had been talking before.

Hey there, hello there. We’re now in 2020: 2, so here’s to that. Just a little thingy to show my progress as an artist. Before any of you ask, the white scribbles are covering my signature – which coincidentally has my real name – so, y’all ain’t gonna see or know that.

Ji set his jaw, and turned away. “It’s nothing. We all get scared at times.”

“Who said I was scared?” Ji said, sitting down on a cot.

He scowled at her. “Why do you want to know?”

Ji watched the stranger exit, his brow knitting together. He closed the door he held open then stalked off to a cot. Ji caught her gaze, then frowned like his usual self. “What?”

Ji searched the man’s eyes, then watched the embers flit to the floor. After the man had stamped the paper out once and for all, Ji looked back up at him. The glowing in his veins began to fade after a bit as he let out a breath. “You don’t need my permission to leave,” he said, stepping out of the doorway. “But if you ever find yourself back here again, you’re more than welcome.” Ji opened the door, waving for the man to go before him.

Ji growled, stepping back from the man. “Who said I have to listen to you?”

“So?” Ji snarled again. “It’s only justice to what they took from me. Maybe then will it fill the hole of what they took. Nobody and nothing can fix what they had done, so why not take their lives? It’ll help the Mystics that are being taken away to join them. There won’t be a police force that is constantly abusing those that can’t help themselves, and who won’t take them away from their families, or even take their families away from them.” His veins didn’t glow brighter, but it certainly was making just about every vein glow, inching its way up his neck. Ji stood with hands clenched, his eyes fuming. “She took away my loved ones,” Ji concluded, “so why can’t I take hers?”