"You, are you the one who did this to my daughter!?" The man screamed out to me. He grabbed my shoulders and started hitting me with the wooden plank he had in his hand.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. It did not feel good in any way. Was it what my friends felt too when I hit them with my toys? No, wait, the red water… is it flowing out? I touched my head where the man was hitting me and brought my hand in front of my eyes. My palm was dyed red with the red water.
So I indeed was causing them that much pain rather, way worse than what I was going through at that time.
"W-wait, he looks like a kid of Levia's age, how could he have killed her like that?" A woman pushed through the crowd and prevented me from getting hit any further.
The man paused and wiped his tears, it seemed like he acted completely on impulse. Now that I think of it, he probably wanted to blame someone for the death of his daughter to relieve the grief, shock, horror, and lamentation even just a little bit, because that kind of death was impossible in nature.
The man already started thinking the matter through in a relatively calm manner. The other villagers in the meantime came forward and started seeing the corpse from a distance, some screamed, some vomited, some started trembling, and some ran away. The weirdest which looked to me was a few who suddenly prostrated on the ground and clasped their hands against their forehead and started muttering towards the sky. They were muttering in unison and it was impossible for a normal person to distinguish the words in the slow but unruly chaos of chanting.
I always had sharpened senses from the day my memories started. It did not take me much concentration to identify the words.
"Oh Lord of Eternal Light! Please save us from this abomination that caused this tragedy. Lord, have mercy upon these innocent followers of yours!"
I somehow felt the urge to answer their chanting for some reason. I wanted to tell them that it only was children who got part in 'playing' with me, but something prevented me from saying it. I saw the villagers slowly turn their heads towards me, they looked at Levia's body once and then at me, I realized that the kind woman's persuasion was all for naught.
"It can o-only be done by a monster…. H-his face, do you think that's of a human's? Just what kind of abomination is hidden behind those bandages?" The villagers started to say those words in unison. They kept repeating those words until my mind started to buzz. I suddenly felt anger, although whatever happened to that girl was probably my fault but I felt anger for a different reason.
"How dare you insult my face!" I screamed out and it caused the villagers to shut up and shrink back, but I lunged at them without stopping there.
My eyes started to lose focus and the feeling of extreme pleasure hit me once more.
When I finally came back to my senses, I was sitting on top of the bed in my room, needless to say in my house. It seemed like I came back to my house by default after 'playing' with those villagers.
The door to my room opened slightly and a beautiful face peeked inside. "Good morning, sweety. Did you have a good sleep last night?"
I was startled to be broken out of my thoughts but a smile unconsciously crept up on my face, I smiled very brightly and answered in a tone which sounded cheerful without even trying, as if I had already forgotten what happened yesterday and there was only the urge to be a good boy left in my heart.
"Good morning mommy! I slept really well last night."
She stared down at me with a smile hanging on her face for a few seconds and then closed the door.
Right after she went out, I jumped to the other side of the bed which had a calendar placed near it on a small bedside drawer. I checked the date and it showed that it had been three days since the incident with Levia.
The feeling of devotion towards mother and wanting to be a 'good boy' made me feel that something was wrong in this house. The absolute loyalty I felt towards mother after I came back was probably a spell that was put on the house because I did not feel any absolute loyalty after I left the house three days earlier.
But why is it not working on me anymore? A thought intruded my consciousness.
"Is it because of…?" I looked down at my clasped hand and saw a broken hand of a clock in my palm. I looked up and warm sunlight spread on my face and everything felt fine all of a sudden.
The tens of mirrors packed inside my room started to reflect the light and created a blinding effect. I went towards the window and drew the curtain and looked at the mirror closest to it.
A boy with blue blond hair and hetero-chromic eyes, with one being sky blue and the other being golden was being reflected in the mirror. If anyone looked at that reflection, they would think it was an angel, the most beautiful and purest angel to ever exist.
It was none other than I.
I stared at my face and my five feet tall body which perfectly gave me the image of a teenager for a long time.
An unholy smile tore its way out.
I knew something wrong was happening in the house mother and I were in and also realized that mother was up to no good and also that I was doing something very horrible. But all I wanted was to look at my face for a little longer, for just a little longer. I knelt on the floor and touched the me in the mirror, I kept caressing my beautiful face in the mirror but never touched my actual face, I did not know why I did that at that time.
I kept smiling and smiling until I broke out in cackling and then my eyes fell on the reflection of the clock on the north wall of the mirror. I felt something and turned back, I realized that the hand of the clock was turning anticlockwise as if time was going backward.
The maniacal smile on my face froze for a second before it started to widen.
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The world was being engulfed in the fire and the scream of the innocent and powerless was being subdued by the crackling sound of fire. A man of over six feet seven inches in height was dragging a man of barely six feet on the ground. The poor shorter man kept struggling and screaming in an unknown language to the taller man, most probably telling him to let him go. No one's face was clear in the dance of fire and its smoke, so it was impossible to see the reaction of the taller man.
Suddenly he stopped in front of a dark cliff and transferred the dragging man to his hand like a cat. He looked at the face of the screaming man once again and tossed him out in the cliff. The man tried to muster all of his remaining strength to at least struggle for his life or to tell the standing man something very important, but he paid no heed, instead, he smiled a little and said in low and unhurried tone, "Don't tell dad about what will happen here."
The falling man started to cry and shouted out something else too, it was evident that he cared very much about the standing man but he was eventually ignored.
The taller man walked inside the engulfing flame, which did not hurt him in any way because they were nothing but illusions.
Suddenly the scenery became very hazy and it felt as if thousands of snapshots of the events, which followed the man getting inside the flames, moved away from the view in quick succession, so quick that it was impossible to take a good look. Then suddenly the successions stopped at a single snapshot. It zoomed out to give a detailed view.
The taller man from before was lying on the charred ground facing the sky. Although his face could not be seen very well but it could be said that it was extremely mutilated.
He was still alive.
He smiled very painfully and said a few words, "I thought people see their entire life before dying, why did I only see the fifth and sixth year of my life? Is my life not even worth recapping?"
He kept smiling where everything was being charred black and there was no one left beside him, he slowly closed his eyes and breathed his last while smiling towards a certain corner of the world, his arm was extended with no one to stand near, and shed tears for him.