What Is he doing? I can’t see shit! Damn it, these ropes are
tied too tightly, my wrists are hurting like hell, I only hope that
they won’t leave a bruise… Idiot! Idiot! why did you decide to
confront them? You should’ve just stayed in the house. Father
would’ve dealt with them if they got too close.
I could hear the man walking back and forth on the other side of
the wall, but apart from that, he didn’t seem to be doing much
else.
The lady who once wielded the large umbrella was now sitting in
front of me, with her back slumped against the wall, with a cold
towel resting on her forehead, panting heavily. Small clouds came out
of her mouth at her every breath because the room was so cold.
Another guy sitting in the corner of the room banging the back of
his head against the wall behind was starting to make me feel a bit
uneasy. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. The only
notable color he was wearing was a red band to keep his hair away
from his face.
He was constantly muttering “It’s not real, you’re not real,
don’t worry about it!” to himself, his gaze lost watching the
empty space ahead with eyes wide open, crying because he wasn’t
able to blink.
He had already injured his head, and blood had splattered on the
wall. What was worse was that the blood was slowly extending itself,
attached to the wall, forming an intricate web pattern around the
main area where the blood came from.
Monsters, all of them, this is why these people should not be
let out the fracture unchecked, but what can I expect from this
place? In this place filled with savages, I doubt they even have
something like a government.
“Damn it!” The man on the other side of the wall smashed his
fist against a table and then screamed in pain.
It was about time. Now release me and I’ll put a good word
for you to my mother. Maybe that way you’ll be spared. I can’t
guarantee anything.
I was thinking of what had happened, the thing they said, and I
came to the conclusion that they knew a little too well of the
mannerism of the Staffens, even what was most likely supposed to be
confidential information regarding their families.
Wait, you can’t jump to conclusion. It’s likely there was
simply a leak of information, but what if my hunch is true? If the
Staffens are in on this? No, why would they? They know best not to
anger my mother.
I started recounting the events, and found it odd that such a
small group of people could go completely unnoticed in a
neighbourhood filled by renowned families, famous for their might and
wealth.
But what if… just if…in the remote case this is their
revenge, maybe they want to lure dad away, and kill him when he’s
at his most vulnerable then dump all the fault on to these guys. No,
I watched too many movies to be thinking of something this absurd.
Then I heard the sound of a phone ringing.
“Yes? Yeah, that’s me.”
What succeeded afterwards was a long silence, broken only by the
sound of a guy smashing his head against the wall.
The guy that was covering his face with a red bandana then walked
back into the room. With a kick, he knocked out his comrade so that
he would stop hurting himself. All the while, he kept listening to
the phone.
The web of blood began to drip slowly down the wall for a moment,
but then it grew back again, much larger than before, and even made a
strange sound of a loud drum played in sync with the heart of the
unconscious thug.
“Yeah, I got it, but what about the kid? The scarlet devil’s
kid. Yeah, he figured out the issue immediately and confronted us at
the front door of his house, holding the package of ashen.” The man
explained to the phone while heading over to check the two feverish
members of his team.
He didn’t seem to notice the web of blood or hear the sound it
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He then looked at me with a glare that seemed intent on piercing a
hole into my body. He got distracted by whoever was calling him. He
nodded his head a bunch of times like a fool, as if whoever was
talking to him could see him nod.
“Got it, I’ll get the others ready in a minute. I’ll try to
be as fast as possible. Yes! No, actually I was thinking of — We
still have yet to figure out its true ability, but it seems to take
the shape of a projectile that can give color back to someone, we’ve
yet to confirm the true extent of its effects.”
What? That’s my ability? Why are you suddenly revealing my
ability? Who are you talking to? Wait, now that you’re talking to
someone with a functioning brain, can you ask him or her to go buy me
an ice cream? I swear I’ll put a good for you to mom so that she
won’t kill you as brutally, in the best-case scenario you might
even get to live.
I tried to talk, but I failed to utter a single comprehensible
word. Instead, the man angrily turned around and kicked me in the
face to shut me up.
“Nothing, sir, just a pest that is getting rebellious here.
What? Why? He’s the son of that… Fine!” The man was visibly not
pleased about how that conversation ended. After turning off the
phone, he threw it against the wall in frustration, destroying it on
the spot.
“Fuck!” He shouted as hard as he could.
Slowly the clouded sky in the windows started disappearing. The
illusion covering the place was fading away, revealing the outside
and true interiors of the apartment. Outside the window, there were
large towering buildings full of light. Strangely enough, the lights
of that place all had different colors.
On the streets there were many red signs or even orange light
bulbs, most other buildings had yellow lights instead. It was a
landscape I have never seen in my life. The many buildings in front
of ours blocked the dark cloudy skies to the point we could barely
notice if it was day or night.
The sounds of that place were surreal. I could hear people
laughing and happily discussing their lives, happily strolling
through the busy streets filled with shops. It was something entirely
different from what I was used to.
“You’re not real! Release me! Release me! Let me go!”
The guy that was bleeding off of the back of his head suddenly
regained consciousness began to spasm all over the place, flinging
his arm around and ramming his head against the wall at a faster
rate.
The sound his head made violated my ears. I was terrified and
confused; I closed my eyes, hoping that the world around me would
suddenly cease to exist, but that wasn’t the case. The sound of
broken bones was simply growing louder and louder.
The guy that was hammering his head against the wall eventually
collapsed on the ground. The back of his head melted into a black
ooze, letting out the insides leaking on the ground. As soon as I saw
that, I felt the sudden urge to puke out of disgust.
On the last crash I saw for a glimpse of a second the large webs
extending to cover the entire room, turning the whole place red, then
they disappeared as his body collapsed to the side.
“Carlos? get your shit together Carlos, you can’t collapse
like this! Carlos!”
The man covering his face with the red bandana quickly crouched to
check his dead friend. Whatever power had given him the ability to
create illusion had begun killing him the moment he came in contact
with my ability.
He was shaking the body of his dead friend, hoping to get some
sort of response, but the only result he managed was to make the arms
of that corpse flail around.
I was doing my best to try to suppress the urge to puke, thinking
of cute things and the good food waiting for me at home, when
suddenly I heard the sound of a flaccid object hitting the ground.
I knew I shouldn’t have watched it, but curiosity got the best
of me, and there I saw a large chunk of Carlos’s brain, my mouth
was already tasting the putrid taste of puke at that point for at
least a couple minutes but that was too much.
I began to puke, and when the puke couldn’t come out of my mouth
because of the piece of cloth used to gag me, I began to understand
what hell on earth truly feels like. I was slowly drowning in my own
puke.
I struggled, trying to break free of the robe that was binding my
arms behind my back. The taste, and the feeling of the small solid
pieces of puke stuck on the back of my throat, was killing me.
In my mind, I was cursing in every way as some of that puke even
came out of my nostrils. Every second of that torture felt like an
eternity. The more the pain I felt, the stronger the urge to puke
got, only intensifying my suffering.
Eventually the man realized in what kind of mess I was and took
out the large clumped up piece of cloth stuffing my mouth allowing me
to relieve myself, but because I was suffocating to death, the moment
I got freed it took a mouthful of fresh air, allowing some of that
puke to go to my lungs.
My hell became even worse. I was coughing, puking, and trying to
breathe in some gasp of air in between.
This is crazy! Get me out of here! Please! I don’t want to
stay in this crazy place anymore. I don’t care if you bring me to
your boss. Please, just spare me!
I had already emptied the contents of my stomach but I still felt
the strong need to puke, at that point I had also puked all the
liquids I was holding in my stomach, so even though I was trying to
puke nothing came out of my mouth after a certain point.
“Fucking hell, you’re the son of the Scarlet Devil! How can
you be so pathetic?”
When I raised my head to look up, I found that strangely enough,
the brain of the person whose head had just melted had disappeared.
No, please, just give me a break, I can’t, anymore than this
and I’ll go crazy.