It was like looking at the older version of myself. I hated how much I could see my own image in him. The black hair, the bend of my nose. He had them. Am I a killer too?
My fingernails digged into my palm as my grip around Durendal tightened. I wanted so badly for this to be over. I wanted to take revenge for all the people who died because of him. I wanted my father dead.
Durendal kept from hesitating. I lunged at my father, the tip of the sword pointing at his heart.
I felt like I was pressing through Jello trying to get to him. That man looked at me and raised his eyebrows. He simply stepped out of the way and grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand. For a second, we just stood there, eyes locked, trying to figure each other out.
"This is Salda's work, isn't it?" Dr. Issac said.
"If you mean killing you after you killed my mother, then yes." I tried to sound fearless.
He pursed his lips into a thin line, and tried to discipline me as if I had any memory at all of him being my father. "I was hoping you would have a better attitude."
I could feel myself exploding. "What? Like a better attitude about you killing my mother? Or you wiping my memory and trying to kill me?!" I added in a whisper, my breath shaky. "You killed all the people who are most important to me, and yet you are here hoping for my gratitude?"
For a millisecond, I thought I almost saw him flinch. But, it was either because indifference was the only emotion he was capable of feeling or his mastery at acting, or possibly both, father resumed to being a stone statue with his face betraying none of his feelings.
The silence became so unbearable that it sent a shiver along my spine. I shifted my weight from my left foot to my right without breaking eye-contact with the man opposite me.
I have already gone so far, I can't back down now. I reminded myself.
"As a matter of fact, I haven't killed them all." Dr. Issac broke the silence, eleborting each word methodically.
Hearing those words, my heartbeat quickened so much that I was afraid my heart would burst into a million pieces. "What do you mean?"
He didn't react right away, instead he observed me with a tilt of his head as if I was one of his lab experiments. Then he snapped his fingers.
At first, I saw nothing peculiar but I soon realized the shadow behind Dr. Issac moving. The sound of footsteps echoed against the marbled floor as it crossed the adjoining hallway at the back of the corridor.
It was coming towards me.
I held Durendal closer towards me instinctively, prepared to strike at the first sign of danger. Blinking, what I thought was a dot emerged into the figure of a human. As the silhouette marched closer to where I stood, I had a closer look at its features.
My eyes widened and Durendal dropped onto the ground with a CLANG!
Nothing could have warned me for this.
The figure was Leiz.