⾕House of The Unwanted Children⾕.⾕Cathedral's Sonata⾕.⾕3⾕

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⾕.⾕House of The Unwanted Children⾕.⾕ .⾕Cathedral's Sonata⾕. ⾕Chapter 3⾕ .⾕⾕ ⾕⾕ ⾕⾕ ⾕⾕ ⾕⾕ ⾕⾕ ⾕⾕ ⾕⾕ ⾕⾕ ⾕⾕. [A year Later] Cain stared out of the window, as he put on his trench coat over his simple sweater and jeans. He was pleased. Or well excited at the very least. The thought of actually meeting new children, and that even of his age. Yes, a year had already passed since the incident which took place a year ago, had been completely forgotten. Or had it? De0th was a common thing in the camp. Every other week you would here that some child was k111ed by the other, or the monsters within the house at night k111ed some child who was daring and foolish enough to believe that just with a silver weapon he or she could defeat a monster. Utterly foolish. But then again, it was like Cain's body had been feeding on this negative energy. Since last year, Cain had undergone a massive change. From the boy who was all b0nes and skin, no brains or brawns, he had turned into a boy of a healthy physique, and a cheeky manner. No, he did not chitter chatter with the others. He couldn't exactly, could he? These people still looked down on him, no matter how much he changed. But in this one year the boy who could not see had miraculously gained sight once more. Now he was not the boy who was partially to fully blind on occasions, the boy who couldn't walk. He was now the boy with an average structure, a healthy body that could handle bare minimum of weight easily. He hollow cheeks had filled out and now his circular face was more fulfilling, with a jawline not prodding away at his face, but remaining just where it should. A long nose that dipped down into a silly curve. Far set eyes the shape of a doe. Within which were his harvest gold orbs staring mildly at anyone with simple interest. His jaw could keep people staring at it from afar. And his once porcelain skin had turned a lovely tan that boasted his wealth of health in every possible way. Not only that, his eyebrows were the main point of attraction. Drooping down at the fronts, and thick, they became thinner as you moved farther away. And now, he was here. Ready to go out for a walk, a day before the new ten year old unwanteds would arrive. He packed his bag, which contained mostly his notebooks, books, a pencil case, a water bottle and a bag of candies. Did anyone ever mention that Cain Kalix was a sweet tooth? No? Well, now you know he loves sweet more than he loves his life. And well, he could eat them now. For he was healthy. And how was he suddenly healthy? It was far too miraculous for a boy who would've d1ed ages ago to suddenly turn into an average child. Average, because even if he was healthy and far too strong by his standards, he was still an average boy. Anyways, enough rambling about his perspective. More talking about what truly was happening with the all famous Cain Kalix. Well, for one, the other campers believed that he was just eating better and leaving his room more often. After all, being stuck in a dimly lit room, without touching most of your food on the plate for what like nine to ten years does not make you strong. So if you eat healthy you become healthy. But for two, only Cain knew the true reason as to why he survived. But that was a secret. After all, in a house like the hosue of unwanteds, you had to have secrets. And brutal ones if possible. "Cain!" He looked back, smiling at the boy who was running over to him. Why wouldn't he? After all this was the boy who had saved him only a year ago. The boy who had hurt poor Karim despite Cain begging him not to. After all, who was to say that Cain liked Lester? He didn't. But that didn't mean he would let the other campers trample over him. No, not anymore. Not after what he saw happened to poor Karim. "Lester!" The same boy, with that heart shaped face, that sharp cutting jaw, those thinly pressed lips, and those foxy eyes holding the orbs of the same colour that was vividly lighter than Cain's own, flashed Cain a soft smile. Simply because he believed the boy Cain had become better from his own efforts. Or it was a show to others, a show that said "Back off, this kid is under my wing. He's my bait to use as I please.", just the same way that he had once use his eyes for Karim and her little group, all of whom had lost their l1ves last year one after the other. Cain was no fool, he could not be. He wasn't the late Karim, who had once had a massive fat crush on the boy called Lester, the oh so heroic Lester. No. He wasn't swayed by his handsome and sparkly appearance, nor from that rustic red hair that had been cut short as a sacrifice for his survival. After all, Cain was playing his cards well, wasn't he? "Good lord, kid, leaving without me? After my sacrifice and everything?"