She tiptoed around the desk, grabbed a chair from the floor, put it in front of the desk, and went up to it, resting her feet. Still, I couldn't even see her foot because of the length of her outfit when she sat on the desk; maybe she was a ghost in a dress without legs.
She started whistling loudly, which was both annoying and weird. Did her killer's thoughts just vanish like that?
"Eh…Do you want to sit and have a chat? Because I don't want to disturb your moment of whistling enjoyment... How about we don't disturb each other and just let bygones be bygones?" I told her and moved to the window to check for an exit.
There was a big sign at T-central station with all the roads on fire. That doesn't look…what the Hell! How am I going to escape from this?
Okay… this seems like a tricky situation, and I should move to the door and figure out a way to get out of here. I took a couple of steps towards the door, and it slammed shut in an instant. I wasn't even close. Couldn't it have shut like when I was very close, to make the tension in the room even more awkward? Wait a minute! If this is a dream, I can manipulate the environment. I turned back to the girl when the whistle suddenly stopped:
"Okay! I am in a dream, but I'd rather meet a girl who is twenty years old with big cannons, blue eyes, and black hair." I tried snapping my fingers several times to change my environment, without success.
I kept trying to change the girl to an older one, but nothing happened. Huh! Maybe it's another person's dream with someone watching too much anime.
"I kept telling the boss that you were an idiot even when you were a child, but both he and the others didn't listen to me, and now that witch hurt you because of your weakness, making you end up here. I am surprised by your stupidity in never noticing us lingering by your side. Still, how could they think of you as a hero who would jump into fire and protect others, especially when you are weak? Do you fear anything, Berk?" She asked.
I do wonder if she is a psychopath; maybe she escaped from a kid's asylum and ended up in other people's dreams. What are they called, oh yeah! The creatures of Krat that jump into dreams. Nothing she says makes any sense to me. I don't understand what she is babbling about, especially my childhood. It was eventful, I could say; I was surrounded by… well, let's call them competent witches with bubbles for fun, and it was interesting. My brother Zark is teaching me the art of private investigation and how to protect myself. Look at me handling this as a pro. I will make her yield and give up, and I will personally make sure the kid gets all the help she can in the psychiatric clinic.
"Okay…kid! Listen to me. I do not care. I just need to know where the exit is so I can get the fuck out of here, and I promise you that you will get psychic help. You need to check into a ward for sick children," I said, smirking, and put my hand at my chest, showing as much fake emotion as I could. My special move with my hand at the chest usually never fails.
Some blew past me and crashed into the wall behind me, and I turned around, seeing a chair on the floor. Shit! Did she just throw a chair towards me?
I turned back, and the little maid stood before the desk, no longer so relaxed. What can a tiny little maid without feet do against a guy at least 50 kilos heavier than her? She should not mess with adults.
"I asked you a question, Berk. Do you fear anything?" she asked again.
It went completely silent for a moment while she was waiting for me to give her an answer.
"Yes! I do." I answered.
"What is your fear?" She asked.
Now is the moment for Berk's special conversation power skills to come into use.
"I…Fear that you will force me to wear a maid dress like you, and we will jump around in this classroom and sing Kum Ja Bah the whole day, and make Capuccinos." I answered.
I didn't follow for a moment when she moved towards me, and I still couldn't see her feet as she came up close to me, and I just felt pain in my chest as I had hit the wall and was suddenly on the floor. What in the flying WHAT! Did she kick or punch me?
Tried to see from the floor if I could see her feet to make the fight equal, but still not visible.
"F…f…fu" Was everything I strangely uttered while I got slowly up from the ground, noticing I also had back pain from the hit on the wall.
"I told you to tell me what your biggest fear was." She spoke like some princess who was satisfied to have beaten someone much bigger than her, with high-pitched laughter afterward if I was the joke of the day.
The pain in my chest made it a little bit hard to breathe, but I will probably recover if I don't try to do anything stupid. I put both my knuckles up, ready for a fight. I don't give a shit that she is a kid. If danger is close to me, I need to protect myself. While I stepped forward, she swayed above the floor and backed away two meters from me. For fudge's sake, I can't see her legs in that long dress. I need to know if she has any legs. I didn't even see the hit on my chest, but I wasn't focused. I took two steps forward and tried to aim my right knuckle at her face, but she quickly moved her head to the side. She put both her palms on my chest and made a slight push. I got dragged back a meter; there was barely any power in that push. I leaped towards her, but thought I wouldn't miss this time. I put a lot of strength into my left leg for a low kick, but she was quick, pushed her arms down, and dodged it. At that exact moment, she had just disappeared from my vision. I suddenly saw my leg disappearing under the dress. A red light hit my cheek, and I knew it was over. I felt that back pain again as I crashed through something, suddenly noticing I went through the window and fell from the building with her head peeking outside. The time has come for me to die in the fire down below.
I opened my eyes and saw the flowers on the ceiling, back in Victoria's office. I could feel something was wrong with my face; it was the left side. I felt my left hand on my cheek and noticed how swollen it was. Slowly, I got up from the sofa, feeling tired and thinking; Where is that little bitch? She is so dead now, and I looked at Victoria sitting on her chair with a surprised look on her face, and another guy sitting on the other side of the desk with a mustache that was so thick that it looked like he had gone back in time 40 years to the 80s, and then came back here to the future. His yellow t-shirt was too small for his steroid body. Is this bastard flirting with Victoria? Why am I back in the office?
"Whu ta fakk ar u? I mumbled to him.
" Excuse me, young rookie. I didn't understand you." He answered back while he and Victoria looked at each other, confused about what I tried to ask him.
My left side was so swollen that it made it hard for me to talk clearly.
"Whu…ar…u?" I tried expressing myself.
" Oh…Who am I? That's what you are trying to say." He responded with a smile, shut his eyes, and laughed like some douche superhero; it was really an annoying superhero laugh.
I nodded to him, waiting for his answer. He started to scratch the back of his head, still smiling with his eyes shut, answering:
"I am the king of Valiant! You and I are going to work in a joint operation to hunt down the serial killer with green hands. Nine of my soldiers have died at his hands, so we are joining up on the investigation." He answered, still fucking smiling with his eyes shut.
Who the Hell is this old steroid guy smiling that nine people have died and a king of what…my foot?