F-Rank Soul Eater-Chapter 69: Don’t Touch My Roommate.

Chapter 69: Don’t Touch My Roommate.
They were here. The Intruders.
From Blackfield, Soren counted four of them.
The doors had not opened, and there was no window.
And yet, somehow, four grown people were in his room.
Wait.
People?
From his Blackfield, they did not exactly feel like people.
They were they, but something was wrong.
They arrived close.
Closer...
Boom.
Soren moved. His bare hand parried the hilt of the incoming dagger, and then he turned about to deliver a Clap attack.
He aimed for what he assumed was the person’s belly.
Clap. Clap.
Amplified by Bulb’s ability. ×2
If it was to the chest. It would be enough to stop any normal person’s heart.
But Soren’s goal was not to kill them but to capture them.
His reason for this was simple. He wanted to interrogate them.
How did they get into his room?
Who did they work for?
And for what reason did they want him dead?
However, to his surprise. The sound came.
THUP
—
The resistance gave way.
Then Soren felt a wet
splorch
as flesh burst under the force of his palm.
Did I use too much force?
He thought to himself.
No.
He did not. Even when the attack landed, it felt different and yet familiar.
Where had he felt that before?
But before Soren could dwell on this thought, another intruder attacked.
TTheircoordination and control was not so good.
It was like these shadows could barely control their own limbs.
And yet, even he could tell that they were effective.
Soft, but strong enough to attack. Slow, but just stealthy enough.
Even their feet landing on the ground felt weird.
And then Soren noticed.
The third and fourth didn’t attack him.
Blood in the air.
Cynthia
"No!" He exploded with force.
Soul energy blasting all of them aside.
His scream had alerted the guards, and immediately, a few of them rushed over.
The lights came on.
~Sharp metallic clicking.
The door was opened.
"Stay where you are!" Billy pointed his gun at the kneeling Soren.
Then his eyes found the foreigners in the room.
There, on the ground, were four corpses.
Two of them looked like they had been ripped apart from the center.
But there was no blood.
One looked like it had exploded from the inside, and the last one was decapitated.
The guards immediately acted. Rushing over to the intruders. All of whom were dressed in dark cloaks.
As they did, Soren remained where he was, fuming.
One of the guards lifted the cloth mask on one of the dead intruders.
"How is this possible? They have... no... no faces?" The guard’s hands shook in shock.
Another could not hold back and vomited to the side.
Soren did not even look their way. He already checked, and yes, the intruders had no faces.
That was not to say that the face was plain.
Instead, they had... organs.
Parts of the body that should have been on the inside made up the face.
Some, a mix of tiny kidneys and meshed-up intestines, like a bowl of soup going bad and developing bubbles from the rot.
All of them were either like this or similar.
But the truly worrying thing was the blood in the room.
It did not come from the intruders. Rather, it was from Cynthia.
They had stabbed her through the holes on her helmet she used for sight.
Two daggers.
One of the guards moved over to Cynthia to check her pulse.
Again.
Longer this time.
He raised his head to Billy.
"He is dead."
This was what really pissed Soren off. It was the reason for his scream.
"But how is that possible?" Another guard asked. "Is the Dragon not supposed to be indestructible?"
"Not entirely," Billy spoke up. "It’s one reason the fella had the mask on."
Soren’s eyes brightened at those words—realization hitting him like a stick to the head.
"I’m not... I was never the target." He muttered, eyes falling on Cynthia’s corpse, "I was just collateral damage."
Billy sighed as he spoke into a walkie-talkie, "KSSHHHK—We have a Code Red in cell A311. We need a medic team and..." He paused, staring at Soren, "...please alert the Red Sword Inquisitors."
Billy walked up to him. "You seem to have some sort of luck on you, whitey." He had a focused gaze on Soren—like he was trying to figure him out. "For some reason, scum like you refuse to die.
His face was so close, Soren could smell the lasagna the man had for dinner.
Soren’s lips parted. "What’s the time?" He muttered.
"What’s that you say, whitey?" Billy leaned in.
"I said," Soren’s head turned towards Billy, the words slower, "...what’s the DAMN time?"
Billy frowned. He did not like Soren’s intonation. But for some reason, looking into those deep brown eyes felt like a whirlpool about to swallow him.
Billy turned to his wristwatch—an excuse to break eye contact.
"It’s 11:55," Billy replied.
"There is still time," Soren muttered. His gaze drifted to the guards, and then it landed on the daggers sticking out of Cynthia’s helmet.
Boom. He moved with exceptional speed.
He punched Billy in the face and then dove across the room for the dagger.
"Freeze." Another guard ordered. But a mere guard—human—did not have the kind of speed a Soulbound warrior had.
Shuuck
He pulled out the dagger.
"Hey, drop IT!" The guns were trained on Soren.
"What the HELL are you waiting for?" Billy spoke through a bloody nose. "Shoot him, goddammit."
But before they could press the trigger, Soren’s fingers moved.
~Slash.
[You died]
...
Soren opened his eyes. He turned to his side.
There she was. Cynthia—rolling out of bed.
A smile settled on his lips.
However, remembering what happened turned it to a frown.
Now, Soren knew.
The Ivory family wanted him dead, but their plan was to kill him in the yard.
The assassination in the night was aimed at Cynthia.
These assassins were crafty. They knew Cynthia was weak and wounded from the day’s work and attacked when she was most vulnerable.
Secondly, they knew the only weakness she had on her massive body and struck there.
Soren remembered when Sausage Neck had accidentally hit Cynthia’s helmet in the cafeteria.
It was no wonder she entered a raged state.
However
...
Soren tapped on his chin in deep thought.
Throughout that time, not one prisoner she fought went for her face.
It was only natural to aim for your enemy’s weakness if your life was in danger.
And yet not one of them attacked her face.
It’s one of two things. It’s either the prisoners liked her that much, or...
They just did not know.
But there was someone who knew. Not a prisoner.
A guard.
Billy.
(Author’s note: Come on, guys. The book has not gotten one gift till now. Where are all the generous uncles?)