"You died alongside all of the clock keepers 20 years ago, in the grand calamity"
'Grand calamity? I guess you could call it that'
20 years ago, demons head been all over the world.
Empires fell, entire kingdoms and bloodlines dissolved.
And no one knows how the grand calamity had ended, everyone simply knows that one day, the corrupted energy that had been spread all around slowly retreated back into the east.
Zaire wasn't sure of how the kingdoms were rebuilt, or how the world had invented so much stuff like those "phones". He had long sealed himself in time at that point after all.
Feeling his oxygen supply run low, Zaire simply stared at the burly man before him.
The man clearly thought of him as a skin walker, but…
He obviously didn't want to kill him, if he did, Zaire's chest would've long had a hole inside it. He was never particularly strong in strength in defence after all, how could he hold up against a demigod of strength?
'He's still so soft hearted'
Zaire thought to himself
"My death was greatly exaggerated"
"I'm not in the mood for jokes, skinwalker."
Looking at the blond boy's pale face slowly turn blue from lack of oxygen, Farrell lightened his grip by abit, letting him breathe
"Do they still not have technology to test for skin walkers now?"
"Even if we did, would we test it on one as obvious as you?"
"I'm not a skinwalker"
"Are you even sure about that?"
Of course he was sure, he had all of his memories after all.
To keep it short, skinwalkers are essentially senseless demonic beings taking on a corpse's form.
They absorb the person's personality and abit of their memory, and become that person.
They can be said to be the closet thing to replicating a human being, 20 years ago, there were tons of scientific investigations into them.
Zaire wasn't sure on how they ended up, but he believed he understood what skinwalkers could do.
After becoming "human", the skinwalkers could live a normal human life, just like the person once did.. these skinwalkers weren't inheriently bad but…
They would slowly build up more and more corruption inside them, and eventually, it will all burst open. And the skinwalker, fully absorbed by the corruption, will kill any living beings in its sight.
In the other hand, it could become a servant, fake memories could be implemented inside so it becomes someone's puppet.
Often, this is done by demons to do ambushes and such.
There were ways to spot a skinwalker
There were ways to spot a skin walker, flaws in the body, acting strangely, blood etc.
Zaire was well aware he was not a skinwalker
After all, he still remembered everything, even the agonizing years he spent in the lab.
"Why don't you cut me open then? My blood may not be pure but it is human at the very least."
Zaire asked, looking straight at Farrell with a teasing smile.
Farreal's expression crumbled and he immediately let go of Zaire's throat.
Zaire landed straight on the ground on his butt.
Looking up, Zaire stared at Everett's expression.
He seemed, upset, confused, but happy?
Honestly, Zaire didn't get it.
****
I stared at the blond boy sitting in front of me.
His navy blue eyes stared right back.
I could still feel it, his neck grasped in my hand.
His body still seeemed as fragile as it was back then.
No, it was even more fragile.
With just a snap, he could crack his neck.
Was this just because he got stronger? Or because of something else?
So how?
How did he survive? Did all clock keepers not die during the final calamity?
How did he not age even a single bit? He still looked as fragile as back then.
And if he was a skin walker…
No
He wasn't a skin walker
He definitely wasn't .
It's impossible to replicate someone this perfectly
His attitude from earlier matched when he first met him back then.
skinwalkers often had multiple defects, no matter how much corruption affected them.
But the way his appearance looked the exact same, his personality as annoying as back then, he definitely isn't one.
But how? How is he still alive? And has yet to age a single day?"
He was brought out of his thoughts by a calm and soft voice
"You seem conflicted,Everett"
He looked down at the boy's eyes.
His eyes were blank, empty, yet staring directly at him.
Just like the gaze he had been subjected to 20 years ago.
"Should I not be? Someone I thought died had actually survived and hasn't aged a single day. This is the type of stories they tell children you know? The type of stories warning about skin walkers. How did you not age a single day? How are you still alive?"
"You already know the answers to your questions, don't you?"
Staring at the boy's unwavering gaze, Everett took a deep breath.
"You trapped yourself in time despite the possible consequences, didn't you?"
***
Elijah laid in his bed silently.
His body was bandaged, despite him not needing it,his phone was confiscated and his door was locked from the living room
How is that even possible?
Well, he didn't care to know
He was upset!
'Those bastards..l saved them and they give me the cold treatment.
Sure, he may have gotten a-bit injured in the many times he's done this, but this time, he didn't even get a scratch!
Well, that was mainly thanks to Zaire but his point still stands!
He threw his shirt at azreal's bed, who went to the living room and was chatting with the others
Elijah laid still, pouting in his bed
'What am I suppose to even reflect about, I didn't even do anything wrong!'
Elijah didn't consider himself to be "hot-headed". His decisions were often made when he was sure of his safety and everything.
His regeneration, for reasons unknown, was the best, and so was his physical skills.
Did it not make sense for him to take the brunt of attacks?
He wouldn't even get close to death, at most he'd get a few stabs to his arm.
'I get stabbed in the abodomen once and they get scared like this"
In the end, unable to handle the silence, Elijah rolled around his bed.
Suddenly, a blond boy with blue eyes popped up in his mind
'..'
He had been left alone with Mr Farrell, who was over-protective of them for some reason. He seemed to be the most overprotective of him specifically but he ignored that thought.
"I hope Mr Farrell doesn't decide to kill him…"
He mumbled after his breath
After all, he had an unusual habit of instantly going for the kill if even one of the people, especially people he considered his students, to be threathened