I blended into the darkness, my senses on high alert and my body tensed with anticipation. The quietness of my surroundings was almost overwhelming, but I strained to pick up any sound that might guide me towards Faith and my mother. Suddenly, I pick up a faint murmur that broke through the silence, a soft whisper that could easily have been missed. However, it was unmistakably my mother's voice.
It was as though my body had transformed into a finely tuned instrument, each beat of my heart and each movement calculated and purposeful. The darkness around me seemed to bend and shift, revealing a clear path towards my destination. With each step i dashed onward, I felt a surge of energy coursing through me, propelling me forward with a supernatural speed. I was a phantom, a blur of movement, zeroing in on the elusive source of the whisper.
As I entered another dimly lit chamber, my eyes were met with a chilling sight. Ten soldiers stood in a circle around my mother, who was on her knees with a look of fear and defiance etched on her face. Each soldier held a rifle, their fingers poised on the triggers. My heart raced as anger surged through me, causing the shadows around me to twist and swirl in response to my fury.
My feet pounded against the pavement, as i landed quietly onto the ground and my heart racing as I darted from one shadow to the next. The soldiers were caught off guard, their guns aimed in the wrong direction. In a burst of adrenaline-fueled movement, I weaved through their ranks, knocking them down and causing chaos to erupt around me. They never even saw me coming.
The nearest soldier's feet lifted off the ground as I swept his legs out from under him, his surprise evident on his face. As he fell, I disarmed him in one swift movement, his gun clattering to the ground. I spun around, using his own momentum to launch him into two of his comrades, causing chaos to erupt even more as they stumbled backwards, their formation breaking.
Before the rest could react, I was already on the move, my body like vanish again into the shadow. Then reappearing behind another soldier with a swift kick that sent him flying onto another soldier, while a sharp jab to the throat silenced another before he could raise the alarm. The remaining soldiers finally registered the threat, their weapons swinging toward me, but it was too late.
As I darted through the shadows, the darkness seemed to envelop me like a cloak. Gunfire echoed in my ears, but I moved with such grace and speed that the bullets couldn't touch me. My agile strikes landed with pinpoint accuracy, each movement seamlessly blending into the next, as if I were performing a deadly dance. In this chaos, every move had to be perfect; any misstep could mean death.
The enemy soldier aimed his gun at me, ready to pull the trigger. But I was too quick, already behind him with my hand wrapped around his wrist, disarming him. A swift strike to his jaw knocked him down.
In just a few moments, the chamber fell silent, except for the heavy breaths of the injured soldiers. My mother lifted her head, her eyes wide with a mix of relief and fear. As I approached her, the shadows retreated, and I knelt by her side, my heart beating rapidly from the rush of adrenaline.
I hesitantly approached my mother, unsure of how to address the elephant in the room. Her usually eyes were distant and her smile seemed forced. "Mom," I ventured, my voice trembling with worry, "is everything alright?" My heart raced as I waited for her response, unsure if I truly wanted to know the answer.
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She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I should be grateful to you," she said through gritted teeth. Despite her words, her heart was torn between gratitude and resentment towards the person in front of her. She couldn't deny that I had helped her, but she also couldn't ignore the pain I had caused her.
Her hand trembled as she lifted it to her chest, her eyes darting between mine. "I-I can't find your father," she said, her voice shaking. "Have you seen him? Is he safe?" My eyes darted everywhere except at my mother, my hands fidgeting nervously in my lap. The weight of the truth was suffocating, making it hard to breathe.
I finally mustered the courage to speak, each word coming out in a weak, trembling voice. "Mom...Dad...he's gone," I managed to say before breaking down into quiet sobs.Her face contorted with a mixture of shock and sorrow. She stumbled backwards, as if the words had landed a physical blow. I moved closer to her, trying to offer some support, but it felt like there was an unbreakable barrier between us. The pain of what we had lost and what could have been was a deep chasm that no amount of words could bridge.
My words were barely audible as the weight of our situation hit me like a ton of bricks. The darkness that had once been my refuge now felt suffocating, suffused with regret and the need for absolution. We were stuck in this cycle of pain and guilt, unable to break free from each other's grasp.
My mother's eyes blazed with a fiery mix of anger and grief. Her voice, once warm and comforting, now dripped with venomous bitterness as she lashed out at me. "Its your fault! you are cursed like they said!" she spat, her words sharp as knives aimed directly at my heart. "You're a abomination, and anyone who gets close to you is doomed to die."
Her accusations cut through me like a thousand blades, leaving me reeling in pain. Before I could even respond, she continued her onslaught. "I wish it had been you instead of Ethan," she seethed, her tone dripping with unadulterated hatred. "Seeing your face makes me sick.
"My lips twisted into a bitter smile, masking the storm of anger and hurt boiling inside me. "Please, Mom," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Don't do this. You always blame me for everything. I'm just a damn kid, and everyone else is too weak to face the truth. When things go wrong, it's always me who gets punished."
Her eyes flared with shock, then rage, but I didn't care anymore. I could feel the sharp edge of my words cutting deeper, but the pain numbed me. "I'm done with this," I said, my voice cold and distant. "If you hate me that much, I'll leave."
Turning my back, I let the shadows close in, the suffocating darkness swallowing me whole.
As the darkness swallowed me, I heard a sound that sent chills up my spine—my mother's voice, twisted and warped. It started as a low, guttural laugh, growing louder and more unhinged with every second.
Her laughter echoed in the empty space, a chilling, maniacal sound that didn't belong to the woman I once knew. "You think you can just walk away?" she cackled, her voice breaking between fits of hysteria. "You're no son of mine! You're nothing but an evil, cursed abomination!"
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as her words morphed into venomous curses. "You deserve to die!" she shrieked, her voice rising to a fevered pitch. "You should've died in his place! You're a monster, and I'll make sure you burn in hell!"
Her madness echoed around me, filling the void as if the darkness itself had joined her in condemning me. My feet moved faster, but her voice clawed at my mind, growing more desperate, more twisted. "I'll kill you! You hear me? I'll find you, and I'll end this curse myself!"
I quickened my pace, disappearing further into the shadows, but her maniacal laughter followed me, the sound of her madness etched into my soul.