Scar The Mythos Puros Part Two

 The Mission 

It had been seven years since then. Alex had almost forgotten the girl. He only had his exposed long and shaggy brown hair to remind him of her. Yet there was something that has always bothered him. That girl looked a lot like both him and especially Morana. He knew that the only child that they did have had died. So he knew that she could have no relation to them and she had been told that her parents were dead.

He had often wondered if he should have put her in his mission report all those years ago. Then again, he had long since come to the conclusion that it did not matter. 

He had been called by Morana and was told to meet her in person for their next mission. He opened the door to her office. It was grey and had pictures of the twin daughters and her husband facing her.

“Morana?”

“Alex.” She said, with a cold tone.

There was always a bit of tension between them that only both of them could understand, yet there was something about the air that told him that there was even more tension than usual.

She let out a sigh as she handed him a photograph. He looked down to see that it was none other than that girl from all those years ago!

“She goes by the name Scarborough Cox.” 

He looked up, slightly happy that she kept the name that he had given her and his hat.

“Alright.”

“She is what is called a Mythos Puros. We don’t fully understand what that means or what it is all that she is some sort of magical weapon with great power, or will have.”

He frowned as he remembered the tiny girl. She looked so filled with despair and carried such innocence that he could hardly believe what he was hearing.

“Alright.”

“I want you to either kill or capture her. Before she becomes a serious threat.”

“But she is still just a child!”

Her eyes narrowed as she looked to the side with a soft huff.

“I know. Yet it is because she is a child that I need to deal with her now. After all, we won’t have a chance once she is an adult.”

He nodded as he just could not get how happy she was just to get a name that she would ever become a threat. 

“You know…there’s something that I left out of my report regarding the Scarborough Witches.”

Her eyebrow raised as if she had somehow expected this.

“And that is?”

“This girl was there.”

Her eyes widened slightly.

“And why didn’t you put that in the report?”

“I didn’t think that it was important.”

“Not im-uh- nevermind.” She remarked, almost offended but decided to drop whatever it was she was about to say. “What happened to her?”

“I dropped her off in an orphanage, last I remember.”

She nodded with a dangerous guarded look in her eyes.

“You should have brought her here.”

His frown deepened.

“Why?”

She looked aside, almost frustrated.

“Nevermind. You have your mission. So off you go!”

He nodded as he walked to the door but stopped and looked back for a moment as he knew deep down that this one thing could not be ignored.

“By the way, I have often wondered from the day I met her, why does she look so much like us? You especially!”

She frowned with a put on dumb look on her face.

“Sh-she does?”

He looked back at the door.

“Yeah, it always bothered me.”

She looked down, hiding her face from him. So that he did not see her eyes tense as she looked at the girl.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He raised his eyebrow. He walked out of the door and closed it. He then pressed his ear to the door as he listened in. He heard her break down crying as she broke several things. He felt his stomach clench as he knew, by that point, he had been lied to. Yet he did not have time to dwell up on it. He had a job to do.