" Get up you lazy piece of shit " a male voice reverberated within my mind. Cold sweat started forming within my body. I could have recognised the voice anywhere,the barely hidden contempt and arrogance could only belong to one person, my Father.
I still remember every moment of my previous life where i and my sister were continuously abused. My father was a druggist and held no familial duty towards us. From the moment I gained my maturity i did my best to provide for myself and my sister.My sister never met my mom as she died during her parturation.
Life was never kind to us.I did a number of part time jobs to earn money was continuously taken by my father under the threat of harming my sister. The world was cruel and cold and i was just a player playing the game of life. But i thought i always deserved better ,it was all in vain.
One day when I returned home i smelled the odour of iron. Entering inside my home i saw the mangled body of my sister on the cold floor with a pool of blood by her side and my father still holding a knife . I lost all my reasoning and lunged towards him but all went dark .
Jolting back up from my memory lane ,i heard the cursed sound again and saw the mangled corpse of my sister and my father standing their with a knife. I acted on my instinct again and jumped at him and then everything went dark again. The cycle seemed to be continuing again and again and i started to loose myself within the vicious cycle .
Suddenly i heard a faint whisper of " Brother" and seemed to gain a wisp of clarity . The cycle started again but i didn't jump again . I looked straight at my father and took a fighting stance. With the knowledge i gained during this lifetime i started to have a bout with him . I was thrown around like a rag doll but i stood up again.The one side beating continued till i noticed a pattern. It was as if the figure was trying to teach me something.
I started to observe him and follow his movements and lost myself in a trance.As time went by i started to gain an understanding of his fighting style and started to last longer against him. The fighting style was a perfect mix of attack and defense and was easily a four star martial art according to the complex and counter movements.
I have no idea about how much time i have been fighting but i seem to be enjoying it. Last spar was a pretty close one and i came too close to hit him.I looked at my father again and started off with a low heel kick followed by a sweeping motion. Without giving any time i struck five times on his chest and with a haymaker finished off the fight. The illusion broke and i decided to close my eyes to catch up my tired mind with my body.
Waking up i found myself within a red tunnel within a maze like structure. After a fixed interval of time i could hear a single beat of high timbre drum being struck. I started to reorganize my thoughts and after locating the direction of the sound started moving towards it. The closure,the encounter with the illusion brought , made a huge change in my temperament and i could feel it .