"When he finally returns home, Edward lights a candle to light up the room, then collapses on his bed, his back stretched out against his bed without removing his coat and shoes."
"From there he began to cry much more than in front of Roy."
Ahh, snif, Ahahh, snif.
"He cried for a good minute, crying all his misery to release years of mistreatment caused by the inhabitants."
----------------------------------------------------
"When he finally stops crying, he settles back into a sitting position in the middle of his bed, taking a small tissue from his pocket and using it."
Pvvtt!
"He places his tissue on the bed as soon as he no longer needed it, and he wipes his tears with his hands."
Ouhh, that's better.
(I didn't think that what he told me would get to me so much.
Strangely, this time, hearing from him that they all want to get rid of me for good in their minds did shake me up a bit.
Since I'm born, I never know love or really know what it is, yet I have always been sensitive to the fact of not being loved.
To fill this void, I remained clinging to the only refuge that never insulted me, looked down on me or wanted to kill me, books.
And you tell me that I have to abandon this refuge because your dirty face has decided to ruin the only happiness I have left in this world?
Fighting to keep this pleasure that kept me from ending up completely crazy just makes sense.
Except it's over.
I knew that Andy was serious, in the worst case I could have bought elsewhere since he's the one who sells the best books available at the lowest price, but certainly not the only seller.
I could have hoped for a chance to get out of it, but these dirty dogs of salesmen decided at the same time that they would no longer sell me anything.
It all goes from there, and now I'm fired.
Of course, no one else will give me another small job because I've been fired too many times over the years, each time for increasingly stupid reasons.
I don't want to die of hunger and dehydration, the village merchants will only accept the money I earn by working.
No money basically means here, dying for me.
On my scale, I will not be able to cultivate a single piece of land because the village is very small and all the land already belongs to other inhabitants.
Confronting them is not a solution, it never was.
The only option I've got, I'm afraid, is to run away, even if it means jumping into the void and dying in pain, which I'd rather do than let the locals starve me out without finding any way to survive.
Of the two options, continuing to live here or jumping to my death, I might as well hope for a better life if I manage to survive a fatal fall.
Who knows, maybe I will fall across trees that will soften my fall.)
"Edward convinces himself that the situation is not so serious, but he can't fool himself."
Hhhm houhh.
(There's no turning back. It's too late to hesitate now, I've made up my mind.
Since we are here, I need to know what things would allow me to get away without the danger of being pursued.
For the moment, I can't think of any, apart from seeing the weak points of the villagers and anticipating their reaction so they don't kill me if they ever catch me fleeing.
It would at least give me a head start on them in case they saw me running away, and it's a good idea to plan for every possible scenario.
I am aware that I risk my death with this escape, yet I will continue to move forward.
I'd rather die like a dog than live in an open-air prison with murderers as cellmates.
For that,... "Edward gets out of bed."..I'll call on everything I know that can help me.)
"He moves to the makeshift desk present inside his room and picks up a pen and a sheet of paper with a bit of half the sheet torn off."
"He also takes another candle he has kept in stock in the desk drawer and lights it in order to write correctly."
(Now more than just working on memory, I need to see what abilities the inhabitants have, their weaknesses and strengths, so I can prevent them from neutralizing me in case I get caught in the middle of an escape.
Luckily, I've lived with them all my life so it's going to be simple to put these informations, let's start with the weak points.)
"He writes ... "Weaknesses.".. in large at the top of the sheet."
(The first that comes directly to my mind is that they all have angry personalities by nature.
I could use it to confuse them, for example, by making those on guard nearby believe that their colleagues have hit them with a stone, and thus lower their guard.
Of course, it'll only work effectively at night, but I can use it for the last stage of the escape.
Secondly, they won't be able to follow me if I take a path that seems strange to them.
I know them, so I know that they generally follow their own desires without worrying about the rest.
It's a card I could use to allow me to leave without arousing suspicions or doubt in them. Well, I'm going to mark it.)
"He scrupulously notes all the weak points he has just imagined."
(Next, what can I think of as weak points? Mmm, perhaps the fact that most of the locals have the brains of an oyster when it comes to thinking, making it easy for me to read their intent.
I've always wondered how these people could be so stupid.
You'd think it was done on purpose by someone who wanted to gather a bunch of morons in one place.
They may manage buildings that earn them a semblance of usable money in the village, but they are incapable of thinking about anything other than drinking, fighting, taking pleasure in belittling those who are weaker, eating and sleeping.
That's all their brains think about all the time, without there ever having been any change at that level.
I guess it counts, I'm putting it on anyway.)
"He writes what he just imagined."
(I think that'll be enough, now it's time to think about the residents' strengths.)
"He writes "Strong points" in large in the middle of the sheet."
(From memory, the inhabitants have inhuman physical strength, so great that I wonder why they bothered leaving me alive when they're capable of crushing my head like a watermelon.
Just remembering the first time I witnessed this force, I still have a little childhood trauma that has unfortunately stayed with me.)
"He thinks back on this event looking a little tired, crossing his arms on the desk and posing his head on the outside of his arms."
"He re-imagines an event he experienced when he was still small near a random bar in the village."
"At which time Edward had stared a little too long into the distance at the bar's lights before setting off for home, on what seemed to be an unremarkable night."
Edward was observing an atmosphere whose codes he understood, but which to his eyes until now had not been tinged with horror.
What he saw and remembered that day changed his eyes, and he was no longer interested in pleasing the locals, but in surviving.
To survive, he has needed only one thing up to now, intelligence. That day, his time stopped, and now it's impossible for him to take a step backwards.
Edward is a product of his terrible childhood, clinging to any hope he has of breaking out of this cycle of suffering, a victim of the relentlessness of inhabitants who are a little too belligerent.
Inhabitants who mistreat him for some obscure, mysterious reason.
Can you find out what all the fuss is about?
It's obvious that certain decisions have been taken in the past that have led to the current situation, the only question is what.
I'm sure you'll be patient enough to discover it one day.
Admire his magnificently horrible dream.
"A hubbub can be heard inside the bar, in the midst of this background noise sitting side by side, two men chatting together, one lending the other a bottle of alcohol."
Get your mouth off my liquor bottle before I kill you, you piece of shit!
"The man who had lent the other man the bottle began to get annoyed when he saw how much the man next to him drank the bottle quickly without stopping."
"The other man who was drinking replied, visibly drunk after finishing his big gulp."
Oh come on, share my big, burp!
You're already so fat from drinking, you can't even share a little of that booze you've got there?
"The man who lent her the bottle is trying to rip the bottle out of her hands."
The angry man:
I'll kill you, don't touch my bottle, coward!
"The angry man punches the man who was drinking the bottle."
The Drunken Man:
Blarrgh!
"The drunk man lost consciousness on the spot."
"The man who was drinking the bottle had been thrown to the ground by the punch he received, remaining on the ground unable to move, falling at the same time as the bottle of alcohol, smashed against the floor."
"Everyone in the bar at the time was quick to comment on the situation, reacting at the moment as usual with this kind of situation."
Wow!
--Is there a fight, guys, any predictions?
--Action, action! --Who dies today ah ah ah!?
--Show us a beautiful show, drunk guys!
"In the distance, Edward watched this scene without paying attention, fearful that something might happen to him."
Edward :
The adults are fighting, I should go home before they come and scare me.
"Edward was on his way home when someone in the bar noticed him."
Unknown:
Hey guys, there's the little one lurking around the corner, would you like to show him the fight?
Unknown group leader :
Are you crazy?
This kid is so precious that if we fail to bring him back alive to the chief, he won't hesitate to destroy us all along with the village, but you still want to expose the kid to this bloody spectacle?
Unknown:
Yes, don't worry about the mental repercussions, we know how to make sure he doesn't go crazy, just give him a book and that's enough to calm him down even if he sees "funny" things.
Unknown group leader :
What's in it for us?
Let him go.
Unknown :
He has to get used to these shows so that he considers everything we do as normal, so that it doesn't shock him anymore in the future.
If this works, then there's no risk of him ever being shocked by what we do.
Unknown group leader:
Mmm.
(Books, huh?
Should be fine in theory.)
Okay, catch him.
Unknown :
"The one who noticed it first runs to Edward."
Unknown group leader :
Mmm, ahh what a sensation!
I'd missed her, ... "The group leader licks his lips.".. I can't wait to see your face, Edward.
This feeling is too good, I want to see your suffering right now, it's been too long since I've witnessed the vision of despair in a face.
Edward:
"Edward, still walking home, has his shoulder touched by the man who was chasing him, having caught up with him."
Unknown :
Edward, come with me to the bar, there's something fun for you, be a good boy and come.
Edward :
"You could see the fear on Edward's face, and he was on the verge of crying because of that fear he felt."
I don't want to, I want to go home, leave me alone.
Unknown:
"In a cold tone, the man replied."
Oh, so that's how it is.
"He lifted Edward in one swift movement and carried him with one arm, to stay him on his shoulder."
Edward :
Let me go, leave me alone!
"Edward began to cry and tremble with fear, he tried to struggle frantically to get back down to the ground."
Let go of me!
"Without saying a word, the man kept Edward on his shoulder without letting go for a single second."
"Edward cried all the tears of his body, struggling to get out and asking for help, in vain."
Aaah!!! Get off me aaah!!
"The man then walked back to the bar with Edward, he had returned near his boss two minutes later to Edward's incessant crying, as distraught as ever."
Unknown group leader :
Bring him close to the massacre, that's not finished yet. Go give him a good view... "The group leader licks his lips once more.".. , so he can enjoy the show.
Edward :
"Edward always cried so profusely."
Waaah!! Get off me aaah!!
Waaah!
Unknown :
I understand.
"The same henchman carrying Edward was heading near the fight site, five tables away facing the inside of the bar, walking at his own pace."
"He walked and walked until he was close to the two men who had started an altercation with the bottle of alcohol."
"From there he could see the deformed face of the man who was still unconscious on the ground, helpless."
Edward :
Bouuhh!
Waahh!
Unknown :
"The man who carried Edward couldn't help but have an unhealthy smile on his face as he told Edward."
Hey kid, look, don't you think it's beautiful?
"At that moment, Edward's cries and screams were still very much in evidence, but he'd made the mistake of looking down to see what the man was talking about."
Edward :
"Because Edward couldn't see the ground very well because of his crying, he couldn't at the time know what it was about, it was only a good twenty seconds later that his crying finally stopped."
Snif, snif, huhuhhuhuhh!
"Calmed after so much crying, Edward wiped his eyes to remove his tears, he wiped his tears for about ten seconds before he could see properly, meanwhile the man carrying him said, still with his sadistic smile."
Unknown :
Have you seen Edward?
It's a person's head.
Edward :
"At the moment, Edward paid no attention to these words, too busy cleaning his face, but as soon as the ten seconds he spent cleaning himself had passed and his vision recovered, he witnessed a vision of horror as he looked down at the floor again."
Ah, ahh, aaahh !!!
"In shock, Edward widened his eyes, wide open, at the horror of the scene."
"He saw before his wide-open eyes the drunken man's decapitated head with the jaw ripped off, the eyes destroyed and the nose completely torn off."
Aaaahh!!!
Edward :
Aaah!!
Ahhh, ahhh!
Ahhh.
"Edward looks at his right hand, holding his pen."
Aahh.
(I must have fallen asleep without paying attention, it was just a nightmare, it's over now.)