He was sitting on the ground with his tires eyes looking at the sky
His eyes were empty
They never cared about what was happening to the world
Even if it burned
Even if it wasn't fair
His whole world was like a wheel
It's turning it's turning it's turning like a wheel his world was spinning
He was intoxicated...no he was high...as high as the clouds
The whole world was like the wild waves of the ocean hitting the beach
He tried getting up only to fall back like a small baby trying to take it's first steps
He was sweating yet he was freezing
This wasn't an affect of the drugs
His dilated pupils locked onto the moon with a small smile as he opened his mouth
Nothing came out
Nothing was heard
The addicting euphoria kept everything inside
His cry was none existent
They were moving
His feet were moving in a cool way
His iron boots went right and left as he continued staring at them
The high pitched sound was like a lullaby
The city was burning
They already burned the Duke and the duke's mansion
They skinned him alive...no he skinned him alive in front of everyone
He still remembered his cries
He was a good man at least this was what they told him
He kept the taxes low and helped the city in every way he could
What a nice guy he was
Too bad his fate was sealed with the order
The platoon of Siegfreed gathered everyone at the town center. Near a million people gathered as Siegfreed pointed at the crucified Duke with a smile on his face
He lifted his sword and with one downwards slash the whole mansion caught fire. Windows cracked with the sudden combustion, the furnitures became nothing but ash right at that instance
Siegfreed: Look at how much your country values you. Look at the Duke that cared about you.
Semyon, Lawrence and him stood near the Duke which was already unconscious after he broke all of his limbs and crucified him. Saliva was leaking from his mouth as his short black hair covered his burned face leaking pus. He stood there crucified with his skinny body exposed to his own people. His empty eyes looked at crowd before his dry lips opened to try to say something only for him to dislocate his jaw with one punch.
Siegfreed: Semyon, Lawrence skin him alive now...
The old man's voice was calm and it had no emotion behind it. This was his one of the tamest days after what happened at the village they visited a few days before arriving here this was like a blessing at least for the crowd.
Semyon: Ugh..l am not doing this again hey can't you do this for me? If you do l will give you a coin.
?: 2 gold coins or l won't waste my time trying to work together with your toy. You can't expect me to pl....
Siegfreed: Are you defying the order of your commander? Skin him now!
He took a few steps forward and placed his hand on the nearly dead man's torso.
?: Are you going to come here or what?
A young boy took a step forward.
?: here you are....now make a small cut near the wrist and don't worry about the hands they would take too long anyways.
The blond boy was standing still with his whole body shaking under the pressure. His frail body took its like it was the heaviest thing in existence. His small hands were holding a small knife keeping a firm hold of it like it was the only protection he had between him and insanity. He took one last look at the man under his foggy glasses before closing the distance with small steps. Semyon watched him as he closed the distance with his whole body shaking.
?: Now make a small cut...yeah just like that hey hey! Dont cut too deep you just need to cut the skin ughhh you useless bitch...just give me your hand!
He took Lawrence's hand and guided it. Slowly slitting through the thin skin of the near dead man. He was shouting like a pig that was sold to the butcher, his cries were heard across the whole town. Tears started forming in his empty eyes as he watched the crowd. This tears werent for himself but for the people. But he wasn't the only one crying. Something fell to the ground. It wasn't red nor brown. Lawrence's tears fell down on the wooden platform they were on. His whole body shaking because of the stressful moments forced upon him by this lifestyle.
?: You are a fast learner huh...
He started pulling his skin towards himself as Lawrence continued cutting under it separating it from what was left of the Duke.
?: You did great...now separate the arm part from the torso. We will do the torso just by itself...here you go...hey crowd! why are you so silent look at this! Where is the support they promised huh? They said the garrison would stop us right? Well than what is this!
The crowd was never silent in the first place. Tears of agony filled the crowds eyes as they charged forward. They were ready to die for the Duke. They fell one by one with their cries heard across the whole town. Their cries became worse as he threw the skin they just harvested onto the crowd. As they continued rushing forward just to get impaled by spears and swords Siegfreed lifted his sword and slashed down the air and small explosives followed his sword. Small explosions all over the crowd tore their bodies apart raining down blood and limbs. A little boy was looking at them watching them from the crowd his blue eyes filled with fear. He didn't dare to move at all as the remains of people he loved fell from the sky.
Duke: Stoph!! I don't wanthh it....l donthh want anyone to die because of me...please just do what they wanthh...give they whathh they ask for. Your life is the most important treasure...l am not worthhhy of your life...please don'thhh do this...don'thhh throw your life away.
With tears of blood coming out of his eyes he shouted at what was left of the crowd with his bloodshot eyes. After hearing his words Siegfreed started talking.
Siegfreed: Sylvian is the name of forgiveness. The empress has given you people a chance. Go to your houses and wait until a soldier comes there to collect what is our.
The boy continued watching them as nearly everyone ran back to their house with tears in their eyes. His blue eyes locked onto the duke's body. He wasn't crying, he wasn't moving. He was just staring at him with blank eyes.
Lawrence: I can't take this.....
He looked into Lawrence's eyes and took a few steps steps forward poking his chest with his hand. His leather weird shaped leather glove touching his skinny chest.
?: You can't take this? Well well look what we have here...you thought this would have been easy like a trip in the forest? This is fucking war.
Lawrence looked at him with his whole body shaking and his green eyes locked into his brown eyes with tears flowing down from them.
Lawrence: Why are we doing this...we are supposed to be the good guys...we could have just gathered everyone here and forced them to give us everything we need yet we caused all this death and suffering...
He looked at him with a grin on his face.
?: Good guys? Well well look at this little angel...
He patted Lawrence's head while laughing profusely.
?: You think good and bad exists in the world? There is no good or evil in the world. The concept of good and evil changes depending on who wins the war. Stronger one gets to tell the story. If we lose this war we will be known as a country of genocide and war criminals but if we win we will be heroes. I said heroes but don't worry no one will remember us. We will be forgotten in the propaganda history created by the winner in both situations. We are nameless minions in this game that is called war. Why are you looking at me like that? I am not the one that gambled all his money away and got his sister taken away after all l did and became the reason she is going to become a slave and be sold on the market. Maybe you should have held back with your habit...but l am not even going to lie you are even selling your own body just to get enough money to buy her freedom...how cute. You are acting like a saint yet you are as evil as Siegfreed. Ohh are you getting angry at me? I am just stating the obvious.
Blood trickled down his face.
?: wha...
Lawrence was looking at him with his yellow hair covering his eyes and his tears falling down on the ground.
Lawrence: l am sorry l am sorry l am sorry l am sorry.
Lawrence's hands were empty as the dagger he used before was inside his eye. Lawrence looked at him with his whole body shaking under the pressure. He grabbed the dagger inserted in his eye before opening his mouth.
?:.....every action has consequences Lawrence....an eye for an eye...this is their way....l am not sorry for this.
Semyon: Fucking idiot!!
Semyon rushed to Lawrence before anything could happen and covered his eyes.
Nothing happened
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?:.....Save me......
He lifted his hands towards the moon with his whole body shaking from the feeling of euphoria and with tears falling from his eyes. The tears that held genuine emotions. The tears fell down as he listed his hands into the sky asking for her help.
?:....l dont want this...save me...
His hands were covered by loose leather gloves covered in patches. They were too big for his hands yet he always wore them.
?:.....save me....
His gloves were covered in patches just like his broken body.
He was a corpse
He was a weapon
He was a creation with one purpose
Yet he betrayed it
He searched for his own purpose
But the purpose He found forced him into this path again
It wasn't that his purpose was faulty
But his fate was
Fate of the cursed
Fate of the faulty one
Fate of the one that rejected everything
??: Hehhhhh....he...ehh....he...
His blank blue eye was locked into the one that entered this lonely alleyway.
?: Stay...aw
A pregnant woman was standing there hugging a leather army bag. Her long black hair and the dark sky made it near impossible to see anything beyond her body type.
?: stay away....
A primal fear
She continued toward him with her labored breath heard briefly. After taking a few steps she sat on the ground. But then she saw something. A boy on his knees looking into the sky
A disgusting existence
?: Stay the....fuck away from me!
He tried getting up but the world felt more like a endless sea then the soil. After falling down he started crawling away.
It wasn't my fault
Breaking the syringes as he crawled away. Stepping on them with his hands.
The acidic taste
He was laying on the ground.
Useless
Laying on the ground head first as the vomit gushed out of his mouth. The acidic taste and the slimy texture filled his mouth.
Disgusting
He wasn't even able to vomit properly. He continued laying on the ground unable to breath.
Disgusting
His blue eye was locked into the figure towering over him. She stared at him with disgust on her face.
??: Fucking Sylvian pig.
Stomp
??: Die Die Die you fucking pig!!!
She turned her back to the boy laying in a puddle of his own blood choking on his own vomit. She was holding a leather pouch as she walked away.
?: ahhaaargg...
She was tackled down by him.
Powerless
His hands gripped her neck as he got on top of her. They had no power. His Powerless hands were nothing but an annoyance to her. Her hand searched for something on the ground and...
Her whole body was covered in blood and vomit. She got up from the ground leaving him on the ground. His throat ripped apart by one of the syringes. The broken syringes was stabbed into his throat with the heat of the moment. The disgusting figure left his vision on to return towering over him with someone as big as a human skull in her hand.
I can't
The cut in his throat was stitched back by.......
I can't die until l see him
She lifted the thing she was holding. It was a huge brick. She looked at him one last time ready to smash the figure coughing trying to breath.
I can't die
??: Die!
Until l make him pay for what he did
The brick lowered down with great speed with her urge to kill at least one of the pigs.
It splashed everywhere
Before it can crush his skull a figure happened behind her. A muscular figure with a similar height to her. His face impossible to recognize in dark. It was holding a mace with a weird shape. It had sharp edges rather than pointy spikes covering it or just a flat surface. It didn't have a wooden handle. It was made from only one material. It was as long as his torso towering over the woman. She wasn't reacting to him...no she couldn't react to him. She wasn't fast enough to even know someone was behind her about to end her life once and for all. The mace smashed into her torso and right at that moment.
It's raining
There was nothing left of her
The raw power of the swing left nothing but a puddle of blood from her that is raining from the sky. With a genuine and kind voice he spoke...
Boy: Here you are l have been searching for you...how many times am l supposed to say this to you just stay with me even if you are going to take them...
He continued walking forward and then
Boy: Shit not again! Dont you ever learn from your mistakes.
Boy quickly lifted him and started patting his back as he continued vomiting. After a few minutes he listed his head and looked into his eyes. Before long an annoyed voice covered the alleyway.
Boy: You can't do anything without me...did you get yourself new stitches? Was it her that made this? Well at least this means there should be others like her as well...plan is successful huh...why are you looking at me like that...hey?
He buried his head into the boys chest before lifting his face and looking at him once more. Tears feel from his eyes as his trembling lips were unable to utter a single word. He buried his head once more as his hands clinged into his armor as if it he is the only thing he can't ever live without. He held to the boy like he was the only think between him and insanity. His fear filled eyes locked into the boys as he opened his mouth again but something was different.
?: l wonder....why?
The hollow shell covered in dried blood looked into the boys eyes with his blue eye shining in the dark alleyway with nothing but a void inside it.
?:....why l am still keeping this act....why am l still acting like a human...am l even one in the first place?
The boy looked at him with a small smile but he wasn't good at hiding his emotions. His eyes started to feel heavy and his throat started to feel like someone was choking him. Seeing the person he loved turn into this broken machine was nothing but torture to him. He was perfect...no he should have been perfect at least that is how the boy saw him. Boy lifted his arm and ran it through the hair of him. He patted his head as his hair turned darker with the clotted blood covering it.
Boy: What did l say...just stop putting that persona in front of you hoping it is the salvation you trive...no matter how you act...no matter how you look...no matter how deep down you are l will always be there for you...now come l need to clean you up.
Boy grabbed his hollow body and put it over his shoulder and left the alleyway with slow steps with his eyes looking around
Boy: It looks like our play worked as well as he expected...maybe a bit more than he expected. Well chaos is here but...this is more than we needed. Well you know what they say more is better than nothing right....right?
?: One must suffer....for other to survive...
Boy: This is the unbreakable rule of humanity yeah yeah you are really annoying sometimes.
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Boy patted his head with his left hand while stabilizing his torso with his right arm keeping him still on his shoulder as he continued walking in this burned town.
Boy: Let them slow the army down rather than us....not a bad idea right? If we take away everything they have other than farming equipment which can be used as weapons they can resist the army support that will pass from here slowing them down since they will reach here 2 days later than they the promised time which became the cause of their dear duke's death. A mini civil war to say the least....
They continued walking through the city leaving burned buildings and cries of agony behind.
Boy: You know Siegfreed he hates when things refuse to follow his plan...some idiots thought killing the soldiers that are there to take what is ours was a good idea and you can imagine what Siegfreed did....well it was their fault....
The boy continued walking...Stepping on corpses and the remains of dreams.
Boy: You don't know what happened right? After you disappeared all of a sudden we got into one of the houses to raid it only to see it has a bath inside of it how lucky we are right? It has been at least a week since we had a proper bath...
The atmosphere got heavier as he took a deep breath and sighed.
Boy: I wish we could just run away...
?: Too early....l just need 100 more...just 100 and l will be...
His sentence was cut in half by the boy as he suddenly stopped in his track and shouted at him.
Boy: Just 100 more and then they will need 3000 more! Just 100 more for your new suffering. Why are you even doing this are you taking pleasure from being forced into this life? Why can't you just live a normal life......look at yourself how long do you think you can live if this continues like this? 10 more years? 5? 2? Maybe it is even less than that! You!.....you..
Blood trickled down the boys lips as he bit into them trying to hold back from beating some sense into him.
Boy:....l despise you.......don't worry l will be your salvation...like how you became my savior. I hate how you allow people to use you and how you are unable to even do anything for yourself...but l am here...and l always will.
After a few steps boy heard something coming towards him and....
??: fuck!
It was stopped mid air.
Boy: You guys never learn right?
An axe was thrown at the boy before he grabbed it with his left hand before throwing it back slicing his whole body into two pieces.
?: You are fast...
Boy looked around trying to understand how he was attacked in an area that was already searched throughly.
Boy: Ohh...so he killed him huh...don't get happy from the start it isn't Semyon it is just one of Siegfreeds one time use fire power.
?: I was always unlucky
The boy continued his way happy that he was able to chance the subject before it got worse for him and for himself. He entered one of the houses before making his way into the bathroom
Boy: Here you go your bath is ready Mr
He lifted him off his shoulder with one arm and threw him into the wooden tub before stripping him naked.
Boy: You become really useless after using them...l will make you call me mama after all this.
?:....
Boy slowly took his chainmail off and placed it on the ground over his chainmail.
Boy: We shouldn't waste water you know...
The boy touched the blue crystal on top of the tub and a sudden gush of warm water happened as a blue light covered the room.
Boy: Blue looks good on you you know....
Boy's naked body was visible under the candle light that lightened the entire room. He had long black hair and dark circles under his eyes. His tanned skin was shining probably because he was literally melting inside that armor because of all the fires heating up the night.
Boy: Let's start with your head 1 2 3!
Boy was shouting from inside hating how he was acting like everything is normal and nothing is different from how it is supposed to be yet he continued with his act wearing the mask of lies. Boy grabbed a small bucket next to the tub and used it to wash his hair.
Boy:...it's getting worse every day...can l take your gloves off?
His body was covered in stitches. Nearly his entire torso was covered by them and most parts had different skin colors as well. Same went for his arms as well since they were both covered by stitches keeping this rotten corpse together.
?:...huh? Ohh......there is nothing to hide....
After saying this he slowly took his oversized leather gloves covered in patches off.
Boy: Can you even use your hands at this point?....
Seeing his savior slowly turn into a rotting monster was enough to bring tears to his eyes yet he held himself back trying to be strong for himself and him that was nothing but a crybaby moved by fake emotions and a fake human persona after taking all that drugs. He was forced into being something he never was ever since he was born. He was a hollow shell, a mechanical emotionless body created to this world with no purpose and forced to be a belonging for others.
Boy: Hey....wanna escape?
Silence covered the room as the boy spoke with a tear falling from his eye. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just watch the one he loves suffer and slowly turn into something he never was.
Boy:....we have enough money to bribe our way into another country and buy fake identifications...then we can rent a small place in the city. We can easily get a job since we both know how to read and write. A simple job in a bank would be enough for us to live a simple life and then after years of saving we can open a book shop. You always liked books right? Then we can live the rest of our life in peace. We can live a simple life and if we ever get tired of it we can just go on a vacation visiting town after town searching for the beauty of nature and other things....Don't you want to be happy? Escape from the grasp of others that love you just because you are a valuable asset to them.
?: Happy....happy? Happy!
He lifted his stitched up arms and covered his face with what was left of his hands.
?: Can l even become happy? Can l even enjoy something? How? How can someone expect me to feel something l wasn't born with? My whole life was an act yet how can you expect me to feel something? What am l supposed to be? A human? Weapon? Monster? Can l even feel something l only know how to act?
Between his so called fingers his eyes were different. They weren't blank eyes....they were a lot different.
Boy pulled him for a hug
Boy: I will save you...
They were the eyes of a madman
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Young boy: is this...afterlife?
He found himself in the middle of a black world covered with broken mirrors covering the entire world. Stepping on broken shards leaving bloody footprints behind he stood in front of a mirror. It was cracked yet it stood whole and high among the sea of broken shards. Boy lifted his hand and touched the mirror.
?: like l said l am here
Boy took a step back shocked by the voice only for his eyes to meet a shattered image...no a shattered reflection on the mirror. It was his own body standing there naked...no something was different. The body in front of him was nothing like the brittle body he had. It was a lean yet muscular figure standing in front of him. His long black hair going down his shoulders as he stood there smiling with a huge grin. With dark circles under them his eyes were tired yet they were full off emotions the young boy could never feel and can only fake.
Young boy: What the hell are you talking about! Who the fuck are you!
?: Cut the act. I am here for you...just as l promised that day and l don't want to take your time so cut the act and let's get to the point.
His words were cold yet they weren't there to hurt him. They were just stating the obvious.
?: Do you think someone like you can just die by something like that? Even without......you would survive it pretty easily.
It felt like something in his sentence was destroyed from reality before he could even hear it. Not that he cared that much about it.
?: Now before all the important parts don't you have things to ask? I might not be able to answer all of them yet l can try my best.
The boy stood there with little to no facial expressions as he continued talking. His eyes were blank and he was acting like he didn't just shouted at him a few seconds ago.
Young boy:...l was like this before as well right?
?: You mean this weird way of acting with the usage of fake emotions? Yeah you were always like that....every time you smiled, every time you cried, every time you got angry. You tried your best to perfect your way of acting yet sometimes the fake persona wasn't enough to protect the brittle thing inside you.
The figure lowered his body and sat on the end of the mirror with his huge grin.
?: Let me answer your next question as well. Yes l know who you are....to be exact l know who you are supposed to be but...considering your situation you will never be him....well to be honest l am not sure how l am supposed to feel about this...wow...you are a hard person like you always been. You forced me into being the one that does all the talking....look if you continue like this this will turn into a staring contest. Don't you ever think you can beat me on this matter, this is one of my strong points.
Young boy: l burned alive a few seconds ago.
A voice devoid a urge to live spoke. How can you expect him to know the importance of life when his whole life was made out of 2 days, shorter than that of a butterfly's. Life was nothing but suffering from what he has seen. Forced to move forward into unknown only realize nothing about it, forced to live in the traces of a past life digging into the ground hoping to uncover who he was. Maybe he was like the butterfly, unable to even save himself.
?: And you lost like always. Well l was always good at staring contests so no wonder you lost....well enough with this chattery. Tell me...did you fail?
Young boy:.....
?: You promised me....
That you would make the stars fall
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Something was standing on top of the hill of thousands of corpses...no it wasn't standing it was held up by the swords and spears that pierced it's body. It was pale and lifeless.
Boy: No....no!
Climbing on top of the hill hanging onto the dim hope he has only to meet his worst nightmare that he always refused to face. Stepping on corpses climbing up only to meet it.
?: Sorrwwyyyy......
A broken voice was heard from the top. A voice filled with pain, a voice that wasn't different from that of a animal that accepted it's end and welcomed it with a quiet voice. A corpse was waiting for him on top of the cliff. Pierced by javelins, arrows and spears torn apart by swords and axes crushed by maces and hammers but yet it stood there. The boys eyes met with the broken figure with its back turned to him. It's bones were visible from outside as it stood there with it's internal organs laying on the ground.
Boy:.....
He wanted to shout it's name yet nothing came out of his mouth as he stood there with the corpse of his savior...no his loved one standing there torn apart in every way possible. The savior was dead...no the hope was dead, the reason was dead, the purpose was dead, the urge was dead, the love was dead, origin was dead, life was dead, will was dead, dreams were dead, instinct was dead, colors were dead, meaning was dead, despair was dead, obsession was dead. Everything that held a meaning died that moment when the savior fell.
The impaled body twitched for a few seconds before stopping again with its spine and ribcage visible from the back with it's body held up by the stakes and spears lodged into what was left of it.
?: sowwny...l wowt thiwk l wan wo on....
The torn apart thing slowly turned back with it's head pulled back by.........strings. Strings kept what was left of it together as if it would change anything. The futile attempt did nothing other than moving it like a puppet while forcibly pumping blood throughout it's body by covering its heart with strings and simulating how a heart beats. Connecting the corpses to it by stitching the veins to it's body trying to keep it alive but it was already too late. The head continued turning back as all the blood siphoned from the corpses escaped from it's wounds.
? It huwts.....
It was rotting
?: It huwths....
It was falling out
?:....save me...
It's whole head was smashed yet it had a calm face...almost a face filled with peace. In the place of it's left eye was a huge hole going deep down into his skull with blood and pus leaking out from it with small pieces of tissue coming out occasionally falling on the ground made out of the corpses of the fallen. The grotesque figure stood there with it's eyes locked into something before speaking.
?: it's rowwing...sowwy l couwldt wo it
The blank blue eye continued looking at a fixed point as another gush of blood and pus came out from the hole where his eye was supposed to be. It's head loosened and fell down looking down to the ground as more liquid leaked from the gravity.
Boy:....no no no no no! Look up to me...please just hang on don't you remember what you promised me....no don't you remember what you promised yourself? You said you would make the stars fall, kill all of them one by one and then kill the prodigy of light...you said you would take my revenge and save me again...you saif you would make then suffer for everythingthey did to you....you can't die...not like this...
Boy fell on his knees as his eyes met the disfigured figure. The one that saved him, the one that is flawless was standing there as nothing but a part of the mountain of corpses.
?:.....
It lifted it's head again and looked into the moon and then smiled with it's broken teeth creating a unease smile...a smile of death.
?: She wis hereww...
It lifted it's left arm into the sky only for it to be stopped by the stitched veins before it can even reach halfway.
?: prodigwy....she used two call we thatw....
It's blue eye locked to the moon as it smiled revealing his broken teeth and the reason of it's way of talking. It's innocent face looked into the moon with emotions that the boy has never seen....no these weren't emotions but rather an obsession similar to that of the boys.
?: Momwy....she wsed to wall we to wher room ewery day....she callewd we a prodigwy.
?: she ownly lowed we...we and ownly we.
Boy: Mom? You....you always said you don't know who your mom is...
Boy walked in front of grotesque figure while trying to hide his disgust and disbelief over the whole situation.
?:...momwy iwnt my mom...but she mawde me who l am...she cweated me....
It lowered its head and looked to the boy before before giving him a big smile with what was left of it's head.
?: my bowdy is hers...l am her produwt, her lowe, she gawe me her giwt...l am her ewerything...she is my ewerything...riwht? Ow l worgot to awk you sir...wo awe you?
It looked at the boy with a innocent look on his crushed face expecting an answer from the boy as if he can talk even if he want to in this state.The boy looked back with a reactionless face as it smiled again before suddenly looking away as if it remembered something. The lungs of the corpses connected to it's body grew in size as it inhaled and sighed before smiling with a smug on it's face. Trachea of the dead connected together with stitches worked as a life support.
?: staws...they callewd me one as well...they awked me to be their sword, wheir bow, they wanted me to swile onwy to them, cwy onwy for them, love onwy them....they callewd me theiw preciouw star...
It continued talking as it's memories, personality, existence,logic and individuality slowly disappeared as it's brain continued rotting still trying to keep it alive and sound...even it knew his end was near even with this state of his mind and it was sad. It's voice was high pitched and frightened from the incoming end but it wasn't the death that scared it. It was feeling sorry to leave her, it's moon alone. It knew she must have been angry at it after it failed, this was probably it's only regret as it slowly continued rotting away on this pile of hopes and dreams.
Boy:....lier...you promised...lier...lier...lier... me...lier...lier...lier..lier....lier....lier...lier...
Boy covered his face with his hands as if the sight in front of him would change if he covered his eyes. He continued ranting like a madman as the grotesque figure lifted it's arm with the use of strings and slowly reached to him.
?: Sir? Awe you ok?
Boy: You lied to me!
It's stitched up arms fell to the ground as the boy slapped it away. It was just dangling from it's shoulder with a small piece of skin. The only reason it could move it's arm was the strings working as it's muscles.
?: Sir awe you sad? Why awe you cwying?
Boy: Why.....why! What did l do to deserve this huh! What did l do to see everything l love and care for die infront of my eyes! Why why! Why can't anyone give me a fucking reason for this why! Why did you lie to me? How can the fact that you are one of....ohh....no.......
Boy took a step back after learning the truth and then rushed to it with his fist up in the sky ready to slam it's skull in rage
Boy: You fucking lier! How? How can you expect me to accept this? You planned on dieing huh! Why? Why.....before all this happened we could have escaped...we could have lived a nice life and even get the chance to kill them...but why...why...
He got on his knees without punching him and covered his face. The feeling of failing to protect the one thing he loved...no the only thing that held any meaning was a excruciating pain. Everything would have been fine if he persuaded him before all this happened. Everything would have been fine...everything would have been the way he always dreamed.
?: Dowt cwy sir.....l dowt know who iwt was buwt...somewone told we they wouwd save we....mawbe they wan sawe you aw well...
Boy slammed his lifted fist to the mountain of hopes and dreams as tears fell down his face accompanied with a animalistic cry of agony and....
Everything went dark
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I wish l could fix anything
I lived my whole life in a rather rich neighborhood
I was never hungry or sick
I lived a happy and peaceful life
I had 2 big sisters and my mom and dad
Dad always worked until late hours so never really saw each other
I always admired him
I couldn't even imagine how hard his work must have been considering our wealthy life style
He never smiled or at least l have never seen him smile until that day
He returned late at night and l was the only one awake so l got up from my bed and came down
He was standing there and for the first time in my life l saw it
His genuine smile
He was holding a wooden toy in his hand
It was a prince riding a horse
What a beautiful thing it was
He handed me the prince and talked to me
This was rare but l always loved hearing his voice
It was like a prize at the end of the day
He told me to take good care of the prince and never break it under any circumstances
Days passed after that day
One day weird guys broke down the door of our house and entered inside
It was a weekend
Dad got between us and the armored man with weird armors but they just tossed him away
They started searching through the house while shouting at us telling us to stay still
But l couldn't
The toy fell to the ground and suddenly the prince got decapitated from the hit
I couldn't keep my promise
It broke like everything l ever touched
Friends and lovers alike
A weird note like paper was laying on the ground
One of the armored guys rushed forward and right at that moment
His eyes had a primal rage in them
He pulled out his sword and swung it at me
It wasn't me that died
My youngest sister rushed between us right at that moment and she got decapitated in result
She broke as well
They gathered us in the living room and chained us together before walking up to my sister
And they broke her again
I always wished l could fix things with a small touch
I wish l could fix the prince
But life never works that way
My dad was a traitor
And the paper was actually a report on the garrison
The punishment for traitors it
Public execution
They first took us into separate cells
They tortured all of us every day
Not that anyone other than dad would know anything
They ripped out my nails one by one
I said nothing that would please them
They cut my fingers one by one
I said nothing
They did the same with my toes
They ripped them off one by one
Nothing came out
How long did l suffer
I don't know
One day someone threw small rocks inside my cell
I wanted to play with them
I wish l could make toys and towers with them
I didn't have fingers to shape anything
They were nothing but small bumps
The day for our execution came
Traitor traitor traitor
This is what they called us
First one was my dear sister
They placed her on a wooden table and chained all her limbs
Chains were connected to 4 horses and
She was ripped apart
I couldn't fix or save her too
Next one was mom
They pulled their strings and shot her with more than hundred arrows
I couldn't save her as well
It was my turn
They wanted to burn me alive
And all of a sudden death rained from the sky
Millions...no billions of little blue lights rained down from the sky
The arrows of light purged the city leaving little to nothing left
But the castle was standing protected by the red light
The color blue and red were clashing in the sky shaking the city
Blood rained from the sky as the arrows continued purging what's beneath
Dad died
Mom died
Sisters died
Everything broke
Leaving only a broken me behind
A tall building was falling down
Was this my end
Then l saw him
My savior
With short brown hair and amber eyes he intercepted the building and with just a small slap
It disappeared
The figure looked at me before touching my arm
?: l will save you...when the day comes will you save me?
Before l could understand anything weird veins of mana appeared on my body and
Now l had hands
They were back
I am jealous
I wish l could save too
I wish l could fix too
That figure suddenly disappeared
That was the day
I fell in love
Boy: Who are you
Boy: l am you
Boy: You are not
Boy: l am you or should l say your origin? I am the will of humanity
Boy: Will of humanity?
Boy: If you want use the other name sure you can call me order.
Boy: What are you even supposed to be?
Boy: You always wanted to save and fix things. You want to save him right? Like how he saved you. Then go on and use me. And don't worry about the consequences you aren't planning on living long as long as you can save him right? Use me...
Just chant my name
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Boy: l always dreamed about a world everything is fixable
The reality shattered
Boy: l always dreamed about a world everything can be broken and fixed
Reality shattered on his back creating wings from the shattered reality
Boy: l wish the things l held never broke
The wings that transcend concepts themselves showed images of burned down cities and corpses of people that believed that a salvation in this broken world still exists.
Boy: l will become the salvation
The broken reality crumbled and turned into a halo over his head.
Boy: The power to create, control, construct and deconstruct
He chanted everything and then got up from the ground with a weak smile on his lip
Boy: This is the power of salvation.
The reality shattered around him as another pair of wings that transcends above concepts that chains reality came out from his body continuing to show images filled with despair. His pupils shattered like the reality with each segment showing another corpse. Another dream, another despair.
Boy: Order! The salvation!
A power created by the trauma and insecurities of the users that transcend over everything, a power that held immense possibilities yet insane drawbacks as well. A power given by the humanity, a power that is the symbol of their will.
?: Wow...swiny
He took a few steps forward before touching the grotesque figure.
Boy: Not just a simple rot huh...is this even supposed to exist?
He pulled his hand back before taking a deep breath.
Boy: I will save you...no l will make you better than ever....
You will become human
With tears falling down his eyes he smiled again as veins of blue mana appeared on his body burning his own body, melting his flesh. He touched his face and all of a sudden.
Boy: There is only one salvation. Let me save you like how you saved me...
He was slowly changing. Small patches with lighter skin color appeared on his body and his hair turned brown. He was slowly turning to it with a weak smile on his face. He was happy that he could save his savior yet he knew the only way of saving him was giving him working organs and there was only one way of doing it.
Boy?: Let me save you...
?: Blue!
A blue bow appeared out of nothing as he closed the distance and lifted his hand. The blue light or mana in this case leaked out from the bow like waves hitting the beach. A single arrow appeared on the bow as the boy pulled the string back
Boy:....l can't...l just can't....
Just when he was about to lower the bow someone wiped his tears away from his face.
?: dowt cwy...Somewone told we blue looks beautiful on we...sawe goes fow you...
Boy:....l am sorry
Arrow strong enough to pierce reality pierced the head of it bringing it salvation.
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Young boy: I don't know...l just remember the first part of it so l don't have a clue...
?: Well then let me ask you...what is the difference between the memories they showed you and the ones that you already remember.
Young boy: Mine don't have cut or blurred moments.
?: Well maybe they are trying to protect you or maybe they just want to manipulate you for their purpose. Well it's not my concern as long as you help me with just one thing...you know what l will give you 3 question chances so choose wisely. Think of me as your genie in the lamp.
Young boy: She lied about her name right?
?: Wow l didn't expect you to accept it instantly...well l have a trustable look right? They always say that...and yeah she lied to you about her name and it wasn't just you she lied to everyone about her name and this was too obvious don't you think?
Young boy:...who saved me? Since l am not dead someone must have done it.
?: Look l can only see what you see but considering the situation it was definitely her that saved you from that abomination.
Young boy: Who am l?
?:......
Young boy: You said you would answer any question l have now tell me who am l?
?: If you really want an answer you are my savior, my love, my obsession, my everything but if you are asking a name....well you have one but it was given to you later on so you can say that you have no name at all.
Young boy: What do you mean by no name at all?
?: Well l gave you 3 questions and this makes 4 but whatever...you never told me anything about your childhood and you never used anything other than the name given to you by her so l really have no idea about that.
Young boy: What about me being your lover and savior? Were you someone that l was close with?
?: Yeah and no it's a long story but we never got that close...and if we got close....
Young boy: You knew l couldn't love you even if l wanted to since...
His sentence was cut in half by the statement of the reflection
?: You never had emotions in the first place...you know sometimes think that l am one of the most unluck persons out there...but still l found my salvation...l want you to give me an end....l want you to kill me.
Young boy: Kill you? Why what are you even going to gain from me killing you?
?: Just a peace of mind that's it. You are thinking too highly of me.
He slowly came out of the mirror leaving nothing but a frosted mirror behind. He made his way towards the and grabbed his hand before lifting them up and placing them on his muscular neck.
?: Don't worry l forgive you for everything you stole from me...
One by one He lifted the boys fingers and wrapped them around his neck one by one and smiled to the face of death infront of him.
?: I know you won't feel bad about this...come on help this poor guy with his dream...
Young boy:...goodbye weird guy...
Boys grip became strong with every second as his finger started digging into his skin.
?: This doesn't feel that bad when you are just a soul....
The necks slowly shattered like glass under his grip.
?:....sorry for lying to you...but this was the only way. Let me be your savior like how you became mine...stop questioning, keep going and live your life to the fullest without thinking...walk into the unknown with no care, become free and throw your shackles away...
He lifted his hand and touched the boys chest. His finger traced a circle on the left side of his chest and a hole appeared. Boy couldn't speak from the sudden change of events and the pain of shards piercing his hands as they continued choking what was left of him.
?: l will fill that hole and save you.....
He forced his hand into his chest breaking it like a window before pulling out his heart. His body started cracking as he smiled once more.
?: Death can never be my salvation...you are my salvation. Let's become one...my savior...
Young boy: No......
The heart was pushed inside the hole and then.....
They became one
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It was a dining room with a piano in the middle of it and a figure was sitting on top of it.
The figure with long grey hair stood there with a expression he is familiar with...a look filled with pure obsession.
Unknown figure: Took you long enough...don't you know making someone wait is rude...partner
A figure was sitting on his knees with blood trickling down his hands slowly falling on the ground.
A blue eye appeared in the darkness looking at the figure.
Young boy: Blue....it looks good on me right?
A single tear fell down to the ground.
A tear made of blood.