I Got A Story To Tell Volume 8, Part Seven; The Thief On Becoming The Heroine[7/9]: The Movie.

The party lasted till the next morning.

6:00 A.M.

So, everyone died of fatigue.

Even Mother..

Which was surprising.

Waiting on my end, I decided to take a stroll.

So, I went out and walked a few miles watching the dawn.

And the normals getting up to work.

A father, a mother and a child.

A Perfect Nuclear family.

So strange.. My Mother is back for me.

And yet, it is like Father described.

I feel absolutely nothing.

Hmmm..

"Maybe you should think about it a little more. My grandma used to say that hidden feelings are harder to catch if you hid them for years.."

A voice coming out from behind me.

I was on a road in the Texas state.

The desertic place made it that this location was known to none.

And yet..

The voice I heard was from someone who can mind read me..

Which should be impossible.

What do I do?

Do I look back?

Will it kill me if I do?

"Calm down, virgin girl.. Let's talk about your problems. So, you having hidden feelings?"

I should just do as I'm told.

Uncle and aunty are out because of the party and Mother is...

Shit!

"I can't help it. I haven't seen her at all. And now, she comes back to trade me to you.. I wanted to see how she were. So.. Now, I'm feeling nothing.. I thought it would be different."

I explain with real feelings.

As I look back along the way, nothing.

The voice disappeared.

And no presence.

"That's normal, I would say. I, too, hid my feelings of genocide since my younger days till recently. But then, the cruelty of life showed me that unless I move my ass, I won't taste the power I'm seeking. So, here I am.."

Behind me, again..?

How?

As fear instills itself this time, I am scared to look again what's behind me.

"A genocide? Of what? Of whom?"

I ask, my eyes lowered.

"Everything, I guess. But that's another story, wouldn't you agree, Conner. I understand you know me."

Know her?

...don't tell me, it,'s--??

"Wita, nice to meet you, Conner."

Okay.

This timing sucks.

"Why are you here now?"

Another question.

Because I'm lost at the sight of death.

Yea.. It is death.

No other description.

The sensation of being a lower being next to her.

My cells are telling me that I should bow to her right now.

"Your question must be about the 'now'.. I just wanted to visit the land my grandma loved so much. Won't you come with me to a place you people call 'Cinéma'? I want to look for something."

Grandma? She keeps saying that she's important to her. Why?

"It would be my pleasure."

Thus, we really ended at a movie theater.

"Avengers: Endgame. A chef-d'œuvre about the war against Thanos. Humans sure are weird making docu about that.."

As we watched it.

She was expressionless.

Until the death of Captain America.

"Strange. The future changed.. Didn't you guys meet the beast yet? Was Thanos really that hard?"

The beast?

What is she talking about?

She helped Thanos killing half of the lives.

"killing half of lives..? I don't remember submitting myself to a lowly being like Thanos."

Wait! We assumed the mystical stones knew?

Because we didn't understand them.

Does that mean that Father doesn't know?

"I don't know what you are talking about and you are being weird.."

They don't know that they were used by Thanos.

We just assumed they were.

"Anyways, about your probs.. I feel like you should just talk it out to the people that matters to you. Better, if, you talk it out with a friend instead of a family member."

I don't have friends...

"True. But that's your probs, virgin gir--I mean, Conner. I must go now.."

Wait!

"You must be getting used to my mind reading that you stopped using real words. What do you want, Conner?"

Will I see you again?

"As strangers, nope. As enemies, ultimately.. But that depends."

I loved the moment we shared despite your status and my status.

You made me realize a few things.

I thank you for that..

"You are really weird, Conner."

And just like that, her voice disappeared for good.

I couldn't get a grasp of her figure.

It was like having a presence in my back all this time.

A strange feeling..

Wita..

Who are you really?