Colorful Madness is the name of the power my mother left me when I
was around five. It had the peculiar ability to give color to
whatever its bullets hit, giving powerful headaches to whoever was in
possession of a demonic weapon.
It was a weapon for self-defense, but I treated it more like a toy
than anything else.
The power takes the shape of a small revolver coated in blue
paint. Although its shape might present some weak points, it actually
has infinite projectiles. There’s no need to reload as well, so it
is quite easy to use.
When I came face to face with the Staffen family head, he didn’t
seem bothered by the small blue gun in my right hand. He kept his
composure, waiting in front of the gate a dozen meters away from the
entrance door.
Look at these scammers, pretending as if everything is
alright, let’s see how long you can last against Colorful Madness.
“Is that my package?” Glaive Staffen asked while pointing at
the package I was holding.
“Cut the bullshit! Who are you? How did you get your hands on a
power like that? Who sent you?”
I felt quite proud of myself as I spoke those words; I was unable to suppress my smile as a result of my pride.
“You shouldn’t curse out loud. You’re picking up your
mother’s habit.” His wife responded. Her voice sounded just as
arrogant as the last time I heard it.
Don''t you dare compare her to me!
Glaive frowned. He didn’t seem threatened by my sudden threat,
just mildly annoyed.
His wife was wearing a pretty dress that looked at least coming
from a style used a millennium ago, with a corset used to enhance the
look of her bust..
Her dress also had a large skirt that was held up high by a bunch
of odd metal circles. She wore white candid gloves and was using an
enormous umbrella to cover herself from the sun’s rays.
That dress, is this how they see the people that come
and go to heaven? We’re not that pretentious. Even I dress with
just regular clothes. Who do they think we are?
The moment I raised the gun and pointed at them is when the
disappointed frown turned into a glare.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You might get into a lot of
trouble if you pull the trigger.” He threatened me while standing
still.
“Like what? Do you think my mother will punish me? After you
tried to break the rules?.” I smiled in return as I pulled the
trigger. It was the revenge for all the comments they made about my
belly back when I was a kid.
I immediately got confirmation that those two were fake when the
first wife lowered the umbrella to use it as a shield while pushing
the lord out of the way. She probably was relying on the power of her
relic to protect them or outright block the attack.
Ha! Serves your right, dumbass.
After the bullet landed, it revealed the hidden colors of the
enormous umbrella and its wielder, alongside the fake Glaive Staffen
The enormous umbrella turned out to be mostly white. Many pink,
frilly clothes strings decorated it. The dress the girl was wearing
was mostly yellow. A white corset adorned the girl.
But when the colors reached her face, it suddenly turned
different. The girl had freckles, red curly hair and dark eyes. Her
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Wait, what? Do these bullets dispel illusions?
How? Why? It makes no sense!
Her skin was mostly white with some odd dark spots around her
arms. She had dark nails and instead of high heels; she was wearing
regular running shoes.
The man standing next to her, instead of wearing his intricate
suit full of square patterns and pompous decoration, was wearing a
dark hoodie and gray sweaters. He was wearing a small hat and had a
red piece of cloth wrapped around his face.
“See, I was right at the end.” I said while shooting a couple
more bullets their way, aiming at the umbrella, putting the girl on
her knees.
You shouldn’t have blocked it. The real Glaive would’ve
known better than this.
The third bullet, however, didn’t affect the last guy, as she
was no longer touching him by that point.
“So it was an illusion, and my guess is that either the umbrella
or the dress is the culprit for that ability, what a terrifying
ability—” As I pointed the gun towards the man in the black
hoodie, I felt something wrap around my left wrist.
“The hell?” A weakened thorny vine had wrapped around my left
arm and pulled the arm to the left side, saving the man from another
bullet to the head.
Ah! Fuck, this hurts!
The thorny wine had left a cut on my wrist.
I immediately looked around and found nothing else. The road
seemed empty that day, no vehicles in sight. There must’ve been a
bunch of other illusions. It was odd that the road was so empty of
life.
The culprit had to be the lady. There was no one else besides her
who held a demonic artifact. Her umbrella had something to do with
it.
I created yet another revolver in the right hand and just as I
raised the right hand, something blocked my hand and blocked my
mouth.
Another one?
An invisible hand was pressing something wet against my mouth and
nose to stop me from calling for help and pulled my arm away from
her.
I could still shoot a couple more shots their way, hitting an
invisible black van along with hitting another white car waiting
behind the van.
Fuck! I was… a bit… too careless.
I struggled as much as could, even biting the hand that was
covering my mouth, but I couldn’t overpower the invisible man that
was standing behind me. The only thing I could do was simply point
the gun in my right arm and shoot myself in order to hit the man
restraining me.
The last thing I saw was a large bat summoned by the bastard
covering his face with the red cloth being swung at me.
A kick woke me up; I had both hands and feet tied behind my back
and was lying on a cemented floor within a gray building. Dim lights
illuminated the empty place. The man who kicked me was the one
wearing sweaters and the red cloth over his face.
They had stuffed a bunch of wet cloth in my mouth, sealing it
shut.
They had also applied something to me so that no matter how much I
struggled or screamed in pain, no sound would come out of my body.
“Wait, please, I was kidding earlier. We can talk this out,
okay? I’ve brought you the ashen you needed, so you owe me one!”
I wanted to say but couldn’t.
“Stop it Luciano, if you want even the slightest chance to
survive you shouldn’t mess with the boy more than we did, otherwise
who knows what that monster could end up doing to you if she ever
gets a hold of your precious neck.” One man waiting around warned
the guy who just kicked me.
He was one of the few people that wasn’t colored, meaning he
wasn’t in the cars when I shot them both. He was probably the
invisible man that put me to sleep.
There was someone sitting on the other side of the room, slumped
over against the wall, panting with his mouth. The other had placed a
cold, wet towel on his forehead. He had dark skin, had blond long
braided hair tied up in a ponytail, clear eyes, thin lips and a nose
that resembled the beak of a parrot.
He was wearing a red jacket over a pink shirt with a large
cartoonish cat pictured in the middle giving a thumbs up with his
human-like right paw, while holding a can of wet food in its left paw
and standing upright. As for pants, he was wearing dark jeans.
“Well, I’m out of here, since I’m not as brightly colored as
the rest of you. I can easily take the Ashen with me and blend into
the city. I’ve already called some friends. They’ll be here
within twenty minutes with brand new cars to pick you up.” He said
while putting the cardboard package inside a large backpack.
Oh? Am I safe? Tell him to not kick me! If mom or the
Staffens catch you, I’ll ask them to either spare you or die a
painless death.
“What? You’re going to abandon us just like that?” The man
seemed surprised by this sudden development, no matter how obvious it
was.
Obviously, he’s going to make a run for it. What do
you think? That he’ll stay here to face my mother? As if!
“The package of ashen is not going to deliver itself to Rabbit.
Come on, we don’t have to make a big deal about this. Just try to
lie low until the effects of his weapon wear off, and don’t make
too much trouble for the others. They’re nervous enough as it is.
We don’t want conflict to rise between us.” The man said while
quietly putting on his backpack and walking away.