Warning - Cringe doses of Komedy.
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[BACK AT THE PLAYGROUND, where Yohan and Charlotte were talking.]
"What else did she say?" Yohan asked in a broody manner, glaring at Charlotte.
Charlotte gasped in awe, savouring the moment of witnessing the legendary Grim Reaper's icy, cold eyes of unmistakable hatred darting towards her.
"Wow. So, this is how you look when you're angry... Cool. It's true, the rage, the coldness, the menacing aura, the anger—"
"Anger? Who? Me? Naaah. I'm just pissed that I... I just remembered that I forgot to switch off the fan in my home... Psst! Already the current bill is going over the roof every month. Also, people need to be very conscious of saving electricity, because roughly half of the population in our world is suffering from poor home facilities—"
"Sir, I think we are heading to a very mundane topic... Some General Awareness bullshit."
"Yeah, sure. About Catherine, right? We were talking about her—"
"We were talking about her. Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Yeah... So?" Charlotte, feeling awkward, tried her best to keep the conversation going, while Yohan kept sighing, being clearly disinterested.
"Look, I kinda get that Catherine must have said a lot about me to you—"
"She didn't."
"Fuck! Of course. Okay, anyway, just say what she told you to say... And say and leave and I'll leave, so you can also leave after you get to say whatever you want to say and I'll also leave after hearing whatever you had to say... aah... Hmm, I'm using a lot of 'says' and 'ands', right?"
Charlotte blinked twice and shook her head, sighing.
"Yeah, you did. Hmm... Well, she told you to back the fuck off... Like back off. All the way from our path—"
"What path?"
"The Path to Revolution—"
"Of what?"
"YOU NEED TO FINISH MY SENTENCES FIRST IF YOU NEED TO KNOW..." Charlotte angrily barked at Yohan, who nervously nodded and took a sip of his tea. And taking a deep breath, Charlotte delivered what she was instructed to tell to Yohan.
"We know that you are back... Back to the Underworld. Back to the place which raised you. And you may have your reasons too. But we politely warn you that YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED."
"Okay..."
"I'm not finished yet, you moron... Listen! I mean... The messenger job is not that easy, okay? I've been here in undercover for two years now, my husband is already found himself a side chick to fuck because I am not available for his stupid penis, SO PLEASE!"
An air of silence filled the awkward atmosphere and Yohan politely nodded, shutting his mouth and giving his weird jokes a rest.
"Don't be part of the vampire clan. Don't come back to the Underworld. Don't try to fight against *US*, the second time. And don't try to play a hero for the girl you've been trying to protect... She needs to die. Did you get that? We'll be coming after you and your little peaceful world, as long as the girl is with you... Abandon her. Look at the other side and run!
As you see, I didn't mean anything. It's a message, and I delivered the message. No hard feelings, bro." Charlotte lifted her hands and backed off, after delivering the message, wanting nothing to do with the actual 'content'.
Yohan frowned coldly, but nodded. A tingling anger and a lot of suspicions arose in him, but he focused only on sipping the tea.
"So Catherine's clan wanted her dead. The Rebellion, I guess... You guys badly wanted to rule the world... But it also ties in with Ramika who has nothing to do with the Underworld. But the rebellion wants her dead... Tch!"
As Yohan paused and sighed, thinking about it. And painfully, the last time he faced against the 'Rebellion' flashed in front of his eyes, suddenly pulling him back to trauma. But the trigger was the visions of his previous suspicions resurfacing yet again, haunting his psyche. He could smell the connection between the both, but yet couldn't put his finger on it.
Yohan tried to shake off the feeling, but to get a clear picture of what to chase after and what to find, he needed to dip his feet into the dirty pond in the corner of his brain.
"Convey my thanks to your employer, Miss Charlotte... Tell her that I'll... I'll be considering her warning. Yeah. You may leave." Yohan asked, wanting some alone time.
Charlotte looked up and down at the distracted Yohan who was looking at the kids training on the grounds and left with a shrug, noting down details of the conversation on her notepad; on which the written letters vanished after seconds.
And Yohan stood, sipping the cup of tea, while reminiscing the days he badly wanted to forget; just so he can find some connecting dots for the present.
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Dead people mounted on each other, forming a human pyramid and hordes of people arrived from a distance, while Yohan screamed and growled in pain, suffering from the injuries he was enduring for hours. His body cried, pleaded, and even begged for him to stop and give up. His peace-loving inner self shed tears mixed with blood and sweat, and his innocence and inert merciful heart rotted.
"Just a little more... The men will arrive soon. It will be over. I won't be needed to kill anymore... I won't..." Like a broken record, Yohan mumbled to himself, crying.
Seeing the men and women whom he grew up with lying as lifeless flesh nauseated him and tormented his eyes. While Diana witnessed all of this, shocked and speechless.
And Yohan felt it. The stares from the horrified Diana pierced through him and disgusted him. Seeing her looking disgusted by him.
"I'm looking like a monster, ain't I?" he asked softly, drenched in blood from head to toe, and scarred all over badly with grave injuries. Though Diana didn't say anything, Yohan nodded, consciously understanding what Diana felt.
'She feels disgusted... Must have nauseated her. Yeah, I usually make people hate me, don't I? And she must be hating me more.' Chuckled Yohan, accepting his fate, wiping the blood running down from his left eye, which was stabbed by a piece of shrapnel.
He was so much in pain from inside, that the pain of his eye pierced by a metal didn't bother him. His vision dulled and dulled, as the world to his eyes, dimmed down and grew blurry as hours went by. He no longer identified the men and women whom he was cutting down for the past 6 hours.
But the final words of a specific person who was put down by Yohan's sword changed the direction of Yohan's life. Yohan's dying vision couldn't help identify the man, but he listened to the voice religiously.
"Save her... They're after her. They're after the child of the Oracle. STOP THEM. PLEASE..." the man with a guilt-ridden voice and a muffled manner pleaded with Yohan. The dying man drew letters on Yohan's palm and Yohan understood from the touch on his palms, reading the letters through the touch.
'Diana... Not her.'
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Yohan squashed and threw the teacup to the dustbin and walked back to the staff room, this time to find himself a seat and mind his business, while also scratching the doubts on his head.
'Diana... But not the princess. That was the clue I was left with. And I finally found her. But she was on the run from Underworld Assassins... And the rebellion wants her dead. But actually, the man I killed in the war was from the rebellion. And that fucker wanted me to save her??? Damn!'