Her call grew louder, the panic, urging me to run away, away from the nightmare in the middle of reality and not to look back.
But in the end, nothing changed, I still had to return to that damned house.
She died to free me from my own family, where humans were no longer "human".
The false smile, the intimate attitude only to cover the rottenness in the souls of those who bear the name of my blood; but the more they cover them, the more they reveal their disgusting nature.
Cold hands circled around to touch my chest, hugging tightly as if wanting to squeeze closer to the slowly corrupting heart inside.
"You can't hide forever, and there's never a way out of this family. We owned each other before we knew what it was like to live, Ray, and fate can't be changed by anyone."
That perverted devil lay on top of me, she clenched my fists, and raised them to the side of the bed.
The scent and the soft feel of the skin against my body.
She lifted her head up, our pale lips touched eachother lightly, then slowly curled up, passionately.
Her eyes shone with lust, of a mad love.
It's been so long, this unmatched feelings makes me seem to forget the reason for running away from fate...
"I love you, Ray! I love you more than anything in this meaningless life. We own each other, everything. You couldn't leave your family, you couldn't throw those memories aside. Our bodies and souls belong together, so I'll take back what's mine. Soon…"
Pushing her away, I lightly placed my hand on her face.
"That's enough, I don't intend to settle down as a sex slave for you or this wretched family. Maybe it's not that I'll end the cycle of inhumanity, but at least you'll never get it. There won't be a second mistake… There won't be."
I woke up from a hallucination, a nightmare.
It was the Scottfield last name that brought this lowly guy to the Execution Team, all their decisions in the first place.
If it's just for the sake of carrying out the ritual, then the unnecessary steps, even letting me get away from control, what's the point?
Or is that all, a game she devised to slowly play around, gnawing at the last bit of my resistance…
A knock on the door of the room, a voice coming from outside, interrupted the train of thought.
Due to my relatively weak physical condition, S assigned the job of watching and checking my health status to the rookies, Lair and Rolas, both belong to the fourth course.
Bringing a cup of hot tea, she set it down on the table with some medicine.
Lair was a quiet but stubborn kid, and was the first one who dared to stand in front of me to "express her frustration."
Rolas sat down on the chair next to the bed, he didn't dare to speak, just quietly handed me a note of my health.
I don't remember much about him.
Maybe it's just that the rookie was accidentally forced to take care of someone who couldn't even walk normally.
But he always looks at me with very strange eyes.
Curious? Probably.
Lair suddenly took my hand.
"You bastard! You almost lost your life! Why are you in the middle of the battlefield? Your job is to command people around… When we got there, everyone's bodies were lying, the smell of smoke, the embers of the fire. You was the reason a bunch of people with no future found their reason to live, to fight and die for the greater good, yet you deliberately threw your life away?! Why, you lousy…"
I looked her straight in the eye and sighed in response.
"War is different from battle theory, nothing is certain."
In the end I was just a coward, no, a normal human being.
Faced with death, any being will give up, whether intellectually or spiritually.
Death is death, no matter how much you lie to yourself, no matter how you prepare, it won't change anything.
There are people who deceive others to their last breath, there are people who can't even accept the truth, and death is the only thing that can see through people.
At that moment, even if I run away, struggle finding something to believe in, the truth will not change.
I could die in a thousand ways, but life has chosen me to live on, that is the curse, the price to pay...
In the morning, the fresh air with gentle sunlight, the breeze blowing through the window.
Sitting up, getting out of bed, I walked slowly.
Opening the closet door were several casual clothes and a "specially designed" military uniform hanging in the corner.
From S's words, there was only one mission in days like this: Reconnaissance outside the areas not under the Kingdom's control, which were also disputed territories between many countries.
These kind of missions are always potentially dangerous because of ambushes, and the lair of demons.
With the current physical condition, hopefully there won't be a need to work too hard.
But who knows for sure?
Preparing is also more difficult now, indeed it will take a long time to gradually adjust to this "new" life.
Pushing the window open, the bright rays of the sun shine through the room.
A faint scent and a little sweetness of spring overflowing.
Wearing my uniform, I walked out of the room step by step.
Stop at the end of the corridor, leaning against the edge, looking out into the garden.
The Commander and the Duke were already there, but the other two were nowhere to be found.
Quietly watching, I suddenly saw a figure leaning against the foot of the tower, smiling.
I tried to raise my voice: "Who is it?", but there was no response…
Suddenly a hand touched my shoulder, cold as the wind from the depths of Hell.
Her hallucinations formed subconsciously?
Turning back, Lair called out my name, her face full of worry.
"What is it that makes you so dazed? Aren't you tired, if so you can always ask them to rest for a little more."
S approached us. It's about time to set off…