What you try to disguise is your true self, and what you desire to show is just another sheep's sheds
If you suppress it, you will kill yourself instead and if you let it thrive it will bring you blood
*present-day*
'Huff! So hot! So...hot...!!!
Am I burning or is it the world that is burning?!'
He, who was still amalgamated in his closed eyes but wasn't sound asleep anymore, as he tried to twist in that agonizing heat and pain which was evoking inside him,
But little did he know-
it has been sourced by himself! A paralyzed state of himself that he has been never aware of but had always lived in fear of,
Out of the blue, abruptly, he unlocked his eyes as if emerging through the deep waters and it wasn't the dense curtains in which he had sheathe himself but...
'Where am I?! ' he asked himself skimming around this very familiar setting- a little room with wooden flooring and ceiling, enough to get a single bed with astronaut print bed sheet, a bookshelf holding the comics and videogames of the golden era of 80s, 70s, 90s, and an old video game player that was ridden in dust who's thick screen was gleaming with a peculiar yellow shade with a dragon symbol of red mark shinning at its center which lay settled tidy to his left and he... He was sitting down on the floor holding onto someone's leg, he looked up only to be awestruck- it was indeed his dad, but he was a lot younger and less wrinkled with no dark circles encircling his eyes, but his father's eyes crammed with tears as he twisted himself to face the back wall which sat onto the head of that bed and beside the shelf!
And in front-- the noblewoman with chocolate brown hair but in the dress of any ordinary man opened the door with the bright white light originating from there,
His breath stuck in his lungs to view it as depicted as he could remember!
' I'm back to an initial time or I'm having a lucid dream?! ' he questioned himself but he couldn't utter anything just looked around very vividly like a paralyzed patient, as she turned her head towards the young boy, still the vivid aureole constructing through her glossy shining hairs -
"Ooze... remember let this past fuel you and turn Ash into Phoenix..." She grins through her teary eyes, one final time, touching her swollen belly-a 7th month of pregnancy and his reflection as the five-year-old shone through her pupils, the five-year-old whose tears weren't halting at any cost, who sat so powerless like a turtle stuck in rocks,
'But... I'm not powerless anymore!' he cried protesting himself inside him as if opposing all the anti-forces that were forcing him to follow the line of fate that has been drawn, holding his choaking throat which has lost all power to speak as opening his mouth was like a silent movie going on, but he attempted to stand up against all odds however,
Only one step,
'Agh... Why? What is this pain?! '
He held his chest with his both hands, holding tightly as if his heart started to clench inside with an unknown emphasis as if someone was crushing it from the inside out,
'Ah!!!' he falls to his knees panting, the discomfort in his chest drew tauter and his vision started to grow blurry but...
Just beside him, the enlarged shadow of his mother was developing onto that tidy but yet dusty wooden flooring, due to the bright light next to that dull room extending to the bed's foot,
'Mom...not... Not this time!' with his chin up, he bang his forehead onto the flooring wildly as if a felony and started to yank onto his chin and left hand towards the opened door-
'Mom! I-I'm coming...*pant* I'm.... *pant* coming...' he said in his heart,
However,
"You won't quit, do you? " she laughed,
That He halted his movement and was left in bewilderment, as he rose his gaze against the thickening gravity and glimpsed over the lady in her chocolate hair, who was smiling and looking at him and was now just standing in front of him laying on the floor,
'This... Things never occur..."
Abruptly, she knelt before him, moving her fingers gently fluttering through his hair-
"Right, it never happened but It certainly could have happened- where you,(then she looked at her belly and curdle it gently) your brother, and your sister, all would have spent their childhood together like a family but---" she snatches her hand out of his hair with aggression on her angelic face, as she held another hand into another and her eyes grew during in turmoil,
'But?!' as if his puppy eyes questioned thinking what could drive his peace-loving mother in so much rage?!
Nevertheless,
Then a devilish smile rises over her lips as she is about to drop, wiping her tear off with only one finger, and commence rising onto her feet with a lot of enthusiasm and a hidden bloody desire within,
"The one who made the selection must suffer and I shall be the Executioner for this one, for all suffering I endure, I and only I shall bring the justice! "
'The justice? The executioner? The one who made the selection must suffer?! What is she trying to say?! Did she suffer all those years away?! ' he was so confused, as he tried to unlock the riddle and comfort his mother, but before that--
Abruptly, the luminescent door shut, and his mother who was standing in front of him, disappeared, and he heard the holler of a five-year-old coming from behind him--
"MOM!!!"
The 5-year-old lad ran towards the closed door surpassing the teen version of his who lay on the floor flummoxed and deep in drowning sentiments, the identical emotion he knew that boy was feeling too,
And unlock the door, however...
"Mom...?" the door wasn't glowing anymore, and inside that door was nothing other than the storeroom thing he had seen thousands of times in his life, the puzzled boy glanced around recklessly but there was neither any entrance nor his mother,
He turned looking at his father with a very sore look on his face-
"Dad! Mom is not here! " he cried with his little mouth, looking very hurting at his dad who without any clear-cut expression like a statue wiped his tears off through his sleeves, sat down near the videogame station, and thrash down its yellow glowing screen with the button under the screen-
"How could she be?! She is already gone to her world! And will never return! " he glances so frightfully with his fierce eyes and stretched facial muscle around his neck that shows his blue swollen veins, that the 5-year-old fall onto his knees and tears drip down his eyes, rolling on his cheek and then fall onto the wooden floor like prints of the coin, continuously sobbing,
However, his dad took out the video game that was plunged into the station's hole with a click sound that was marked with the title 'Sentries of Slaughter' and without looking at the boy, he blow dust on that video game, through the wind blowing from his mouths and said without any display of emotion in his deep thickened voice,
"She thinks of you and me as nothing! Why shed any more tears for some bygone?!"
But that wasn't some bygone! It was his mother! Who he cherished the most!
"Mom...where are you? " the boy said under his breath but, then this man cried recklessly, holding lots of photo frames he had collected from that room...
"Now be a man and help me clean her mess!"
terrorizing the young boy,
"Yes," the boy replied in his wheezing voice,
Like a rock inside his chest, The boy stood up on his feet unexpectedly wiping his tears from both of his small hands and now his face was also turned emotionless and cutthroat as he strolled to his dad like a robot,
"Good boy, you are my son" his dad smiled and hand him over all the dozen of frames that he had in his hand to his son of just 5 years but, with a proud expression,
The frames that hold his angelic mother and his happy daddy within between a little boy who used to wake up only to see the sunshine of his life,
Now, the sacred pond has turned black, Where the birds would eradicate their thirst and bathe their feathers now?! Will it be the end of lifeforms as we know?!
It was the end of his childhood, and he remembers very vividly with a pang in his chest, the memory that has resurfaced after so long which he buried but now... He could see-
Nothing was the same after that!
'But...what happened with Mom that she was so angry? And why didn't she come back? And why dad was so certain about it?! '
However, he, the boy who was laying in the center, couldn't still understand that episode which had left him counting all the worst things by recalling the lines,
'Executioner?! Justice?! And I have a brother and sister?!'
However, his eyes started to close...
'gods I am awake for so long, I need a quick nap! Just for a... Mo... ment...zzz'
who abruptly fall into a serene sleep, but his brain was opening a new passage for him,
As the light again grows approaching!
"Who are you, mom?! "
*Few moments after, Place-unknown*
The water drops onto the sleepyhead's bleak cheek, from that high and irregular leaking ceiling, for which the ceiling word was wrong to use here, cause the ceilings are smooth and this one was...as if tentacles and thorns have grown out, it was a cave roof but a cave with a door of criss-cross (and a sealed door)
Or a dungeon?!
Perhaps that's the right word!
"He's so disgusting... and see the froth dripping down and he is enjoying it for sure..."
"Ick, I can't see more! "
"Bro, you terrorize the girl! "
And this bald man with two big scorpion tattoo one on the center of his skull that stretch to his back and another onto his left biceps, punched his face very brutally that he felt his head was going to plunge into the chest of earth,
'Now what?! ' he asked inside his brain, opened one of his sleep-deprived eyes very irritably that was only concentrated on that man with the cavity-ridden teeth, and uttered in a profounding seriousness-
"Let me sleep or else--"
In a distant room, a woman sat with her jet-black hair falling to the length of her neck, holding a notepad and analyzing a digital screen that show the present video recording from straight to that dungeon-
'Of course, he didn't notice where he is yet! The analyzing skills- Poor ' she pointed with a sigh,
"Or else what?! " the bald guy clenches his fist and punches it to his other hand to show his strength,
'Also, does not know who to pick a fight with?! ' and she cut the 'poor' off that notepad and wrote 'Feeble' beside it, and comment frowning at the boy who was lying on the floor-
'He's going to die with this rate of stupidity'
'Just analyze him already, Deni! ' the golden-haired goddess who stands beside her cried in protest,
However, offending The girl with that blade sharp eyes of red color who glimpsed through the corner of her eyes very amusingly at the goddess, who in contrast wiggled behind a foot,
'Have you fallen for my clinomania brother like greased lightning, Soi?'
'You- You have mistaken my queen, how can- how can I?! I'm your faithful' the goddess stammered with a drying throat and crouched in front of the lady with her head filled with glittering threads presenting in front, as she bowed onto her one knee.
That the lady smiles with pride and revolved her throne that was hovering in the air over the little pool of electromagnetic devices beneath, and was now facing the goddess,
'Better you stay my faithful or else-' the lady swung her blade as long as half of her length through the goddess's golden silk hairs and stopped just close to the goddess's glossy neon eyes, enough to gauge out her eyes-
'...death has been always knocked at your door who knows, a little mistake and I will let that door open, understand Soi?'
Almost in fright, and eyes continuously darting at the tip of that sharp blade of thin-Damascus steel, she took a big lump of saliva down her throat and nod in affirmation,
"Soi..."
the smile on the face of the lady with jet-black hair widens and she leans her both hands onto her knees still the blade dancing deadlocked to the goddess's lovely breathless eyes,
'You know I don't like to bully you I adore your spirit and but I have to maintain my feet very cautiously, you know how many enemies I have made, would you like to stand as one of my many enemies? '
Instantly, the goddess shook her head in 'No' still trying to be the utmost care of the blade, that holds the title of 'Bloodphilic', (the blood lover),
The grinning lady grins with satisfaction, straightens her spine, and drew her blade low from her eyes, down to her rosy cheeks,
"Oh, my trustworthy bitch--"
However,
*Bang*
"Ahhhh!!! Matt! Don't--"
the lady, Deni, withdraw her sword rapidly and turned her flying throne to the screen again,
Even the goddess stand up holding her hand on her chest and eyes trying to examine what had made that girl in the cage scream,
Did that bald guy kill her so-called brother?! She thought and clench her fist in rage but said nothing,
But abruptly,
'What has happened there?!' the lady questions with a terrifying look on her face and finally steps down her floating throne with a sizzling emergency- and cried out looking around that hall like the ancient room with stone carves like that of a south Indian temple-
'Brother Quil! Where are you?! '
'Here'
Instantly, through the shades of the corner, a figure emerges with dense feathers of white-grey shades and a face stain with thick red blood dripping down his injured but handsome face, as he steps out of the thick shadows of the corridor, dragging his blade as thickly stained on to the floor as if drawing a line of blood,
A faint relaxation rise onto the troublesome lady's face, however, fear was still sticking like a blood-sucking leech,
'Brother' she said through her tensed jaw and her breath rising like the rising sun in thar,
'Order, sister, who have asked for death, thinking they could cause my sister gruesome without facing any consequences?! ' his eyes black as fertile soil shine in the dripping blood from his eyebrows, and the swing his sword in the air and lands it in his front with him onto his knees as he commences in a terrorizing tone-
'Then I will let their wish come true'