The Eldrich God snapped his fingers and darkness engulfed Wilt after a gleam.
" Ekhh!" He covered his eyes. His body standstill, but experiencing winds that was blowed many miles per hour.
When the series of gales came to a sudden stop, Wilt freed his eyes. The environment had transformed entirely. He was in a familiar space that represented his home. Standing infront of him, were his parents with that same smile as he remembered and couldn't forget in a millenia. The same grin that he misconstrued for parental love and affection. Taken back, he rubbed his eyes. 'No this isn't a dream.' Wilt doubted whether he was in an illusion or back in time.
' No way in hell! He sent me back. I'm alive.'
" What's wrong Wilt drink up?" His mother offered in the exactly similar manner.
" Listen son I.............
"His father prated the same sentimental bullshit that made Wilt hardly contained from lashing out.
No way he was drinking from that cup. He broke sweat. That cup didn't hold herb boiled water. It was the pioneer of his misery. How was he to refuse that cup upfront?
" I'm...not really thirsty." He kindly refused.
" Please drink it as a trinket of my apology." His mother pushed. The situation was tangling harder and harder to refuse.
" I forgive you mother. No need for trinkets."
" I insist. I'll only feel forgived after you drink it. So drink!" The last word of her request was a slight growl.
His semi-poker face was distorting.
" No....I don't want to. I have forgiven you already." He took two steps back, ready to evict the house himself.
" Thud!" Wilt turned back to discover his father already taken the route around while he was busy and focused on his mother to slam shut the door.
" Designed. He never was one to refuse us. I'd bet he knows by now." His father's smile turned cooey to crooked. Wilt knew he was fucked. The third grade facade was useless.
" Tukk!" The perplexed Wilt didn't understand what happened to him. He was disabled of any sort of movement. His head felt light and heavy. A warm red liquid curtained his eyes and he dropped on the floor. The last thing in remembrance was a rod in his mother's hands. The cycle of fate turned the same gears in a different manner.
That was supposed to be the epilouge but something uncanny, something odd happend. Time flowed with it's needle rotating in reverse. It was undoing itself. All started with Wilt's lost blood flowing back to his head and the wound patching itself up. Anon, everything reverted back to way it was.
" ...!!" Wilt exclaimed. Everything occured in an instant for him. The scene didn't change much but was enough to freak the daylights out of him. The same old room but him intact and standing with the door open and his parents redoing the same guise. Albiet the reversal in time, the throbbing in his head from the hit remained.
" The fuck!"
" Language Wilt! Now come on drink."
The cup was inviting him again.
" I know why you look surprised Wilt. Your mother and I-"
" Fuck you!" Wilt screamed and made a run for it. As much he was willing to scratch his nails blunt, time was not in his favor.
" Ahh! He's running away! Catch him!"
He heard his mother's angry cry. Twisting his head side ways, the left road appeared to be clear of crowd.
' Must reach the town guards.' With the determination he scrammed.
His father was right behind, chasing. His roars sourced closer and closer
One side a malnourished, one a burly brute. His father caught up to him in less than five seconds. He pummeled him on the ground by his scruff and choked his own son for money.
" ukk! Uuu!" Wilt passed out again with tears of unwillingness.
" Grahh! No!" He came to his senses again clenching his throat. Time reset itself once more.
" What wrong Wilt!? Are you hurting anywhere." Her mother faked worry.
" Gahh!! NO! I.... mean no! I'm fine" He said gruffly through his ragged breathing.
" You don't look fine to me. Drink! It will make you feel better."
' This time for sure!'
Wilt strided towards the kitchen, pulled opened the cupboard and grabbed a handful of salt. Both of his parents headed for him in the kitchen.
Wilt stood there motinlessly.
" What's wrong son? Your mother made this with a lot of love. Drink." His father lied blatantly to his face.
Not only Wilt, they were so hell-bent on making him drink that, even the most doltish of human race would grow skeptical. Wilt stretched back his arm and propelled forward. He sprinkled his father's eye balls with salt.
His eyes consequently closed and water broke. " You damn thing!!! My eyes! Water!" On his knees, he bawled for water. His eyes practically burned blind by then.
" What's the meaning of this-*" While her mother processed her thoughts, Wilt pushed her aside forcefully to the ground and made a run for it again.
" He's fleeing. Catch him!"
" My eyes!!" With his father rendered useless, the path was clean for him.
" No way that sloth mother is catching me. I'm free! Fucking free!" He rejoiced. Ten meters away from home, a stinging sensation spread from his foot to thigh.
" Oww! What is!" He sweeped his leg and projected a violet snake in his line of vision. It slithered away leaving behind two fang punctures in his skin.
" I'll look after it later. I need to- cough*cough*" Wilt uncontrollably coughed rasply. " No they will catch up. I can't" He was falling short on breath.
In a matter of seconds, his whole body fired up to dangerous temperatures and he was drenched with sweat.
" No... What snake was- cough*" His left side was utterly paralyzed. The vile poison of the reptile had seeped through his blood entirely very fast. No sooner his heart palpitated dangerously and his wind pipe contracted. " .ah*....ek*.." He wriggled. Mimicking a fish out of water, he lost his life again.
Enigmatically time raised him from his grave again and rewinded him till he reacquainted with smiling mommy and daddy in his barren home.
" Drink up Wilt."
' What devilry is this!? Everytime I die, time is turning back! What did that eldrich do to me!' He saw her mother again with the same cup.
" Fucking leave me alone!" He lunged out to the window and tripped over the frame stool. What greeted him after was a garden sickle that impaled his head
" Arghhh!" He rised again gripping his face. A new skull splitting pain added to the prior three. " No please! This is too much!"
" What happened Wilt!?"
" Stay away you bitch!"
He fled again half-witted, learning nothing from his past. The boggy soil outdoors slipped his footing due to the result of which, his head collided on a nearby lying rock. " Nrahhh!." Time forked him over anew.
Thirty worth of minutes elapsed and Wilt stood on the brim of self-destruction. Time and time, again and again, his vain bashes to outrun his fate would end up adding to his index of pains. He tried but it'd always end up in his failure as if this was especially crafted keeping his failure in mind.
Everytime he returned , his body cropped new and mentally denuded. By this point of time, his soul had been wringed dry. Tripping, slipping, getting choked, stabbed and jabbed by number of things, every atom played his nemesis. He had to die by hook or crook.