The Villain's Story

157 chicken pieces...

A total of nearly 16 whole chickens...

Alan had eaten that much and only then he was satisfied.

'Satisfied'. Not Full. The emphasis on the word Satisfied was great...how much did he have to eat to be full?!

Just what was Alice going through daily?! To feed this monster!?

And adding Kazikato...who probably ate just as much as that...poor Alice.

'Damn...I haven't eaten well in the last few days. This was great.'

Alan thought, resting on the chair. To be fair, he had been busy for the few days and dint really have time to eat.

But even then this was fucking ridiculous.

Everyone was Shocked.

Only Sabrina and the Lucky few who bet on Alan were happy.

" I win~"

Sabrina hummed joyfully as she counted her earnings.

Maria was left Speechless, the crowd was left shocked...

Elijah and Henry were left exhausted...fighting for breath due to all the cooking in the hot kitchen.

Elijah was fine...Henry on the other hand...

"Come on! Come On!"

Was currently receiving CPR (Cardiopulmonary resuscitation) from Elijah...it was just too much for Henry to Handle.

Sabrina was overjoyed...and Alan was cleaning his teeth with a toothpick.

"This was great, we should do this again!"

Alan said...and a scream was heard from the kitchen.

"NOOOO!!!"

The foam was appearing in Henry's mouth...as Elijah tried desperately to revive his friend.

"Stay with me, Henry!"

Was this PTSD? ( post-traumatic stress disorder)

Who knows?

Alan stood up and walked inside the kitchen, no one blocked his path. The only one who could be unconscious due to eating too much chicken.

"Hey, you guys have any more left...?"

He displayed a confused gaze as he looked at the collapsed Henry and the desperate Elijah.

"What happened to him?"

Alan asked...oblivious.

"What do you think happened?! He's exhausted because of you! Who the hell eats 157 pieces OF CHICKEN?!"

"Oh..."

Alan, upon hearing Elijah...looked at Henry for a moment before smiling.

"You are a Talented cook! Keep on cooking Henry!"

It was as if he was trying to console him...but unfortunately, this had the opposite effect.

Henry was now unconscious...traumatized.

Alan...thinking that his presence alone was detrimental, left the kitchen and asked Sabrina for the time.

"Sabrina, what time is it right now?"

"Huh?"

Sabrina, who was in the midst of counting her earnings, looked at him confused for a second before answering.

"3:38 PM...Why?"

"Shit...I hope it's not busy..."

There was a look of urgency on Alan's face... as he rushed out of the store.

[Tell me when you want to go back to Twilight. I need to go somewhere right now!]

[Huh?! Where are you going?]

[Somewhere I promised to be at when I was free!]

He left in a hurry...confusing everyone.

"I think I should get going..."

"Me too..."

The rest of the customers, who were also the audience of the match began to leave...to rest and process the news...and also to spread it.

"You think he is going to be alright Maria?"

A customer asked Mike's wife, Maria...who was still speechless.

"Maria?"

The customer asked again, finally waking her up from her trance...

"...Not for a few days at least..."

She answered...her answer displaying her knowledge of Her Husband.

Mike was not going to recover from this, the monetary loss maybe, but his reputation wouldn't.

Absolutely not.

*****

A fanciful blackish-purplish car appeared in front of a particular orphanage.

[Black Rock Orphanage.]

The sign was in Tatters, and the overall condition of the Orphanage was bad.

A well-dressed middle-aged man stepped outside the Vehicle.

"Did the condition of the orphanage worsen?"

Benson, Alan's assistant and One of the people Richard trusted the most.

He surveyed the outside of the Orphanage...and was immediately suspicious.

"It's too quiet..."

He muttered, observing the grounds of the place.

He entered through the rusty gate and found the absolute silence odd.

'Strange...at this time of the day...children should be playing in the Playground... it's way too quiet.'

He thought as he looked at the wasteland that was the Orphanage now.

"It is on the outskirts of the city...but this is too much... What is the city council doing?"

He muttered as he went inside...and then the shock came.

"The interior..."

Completely wrecked, with no lights as well.

"What is the youngster getting into these days...asking me to investigate this abandoned pla..."

Suddenly a realization came in his mind.

A good orphanage? An orphanage that one of their stars had come from...Abandoned and they received no news?

And if this was a relocation...The City Council should have restricted entry to the place before breaking it down for other places...

*Crash!*

A piece of the ceiling fell in the reception....and Benson looked at the hole in the ceiling, however, he was unable to find anything. The dark hole...seemed ominous.

"What a fantastic horror setting..."

A dry laugh escaped his lips, as he took out a flash light and dagger from his spatial ring.

'I should check here first...'

He thought and began to survey the lobby.

He kicked the rubble, and as he walked behind the desk...he stopped.

He kneeled down, and examined the 'stain.' underneath the desk, as well the hole in the floor.

'...blood.'

He thought the hole looked as if a sharp blade had pierced through, and impaled whoever was above it.

'The blood is old...how long ago did this occur?'

He questioned in his mind.

"The furniture as well..."

Claw marks...it was as if a beast had ripped the furniture apart...but apart from this blood stain, no other sightings of blood were here...at least not in the lobby.

'...I should check the children's lodgings first.

He went up the stairs, to the left side of the orphanage, where the children's dorms were located.

He entered the hallway...and stopped abruptly.

A hallway covered with blood, and broken walls and doors.

'...'

He carefully, stealthily traversed the terrain...keeping absolutely sure that his footsteps didn't make a sound.

He approached a broken door, and entered the room inside...but nearly vomited upon seeing the scene inside the room.