Chains. Chains were running around his body. Around his arms, throat, stomach, chest and feet, making a repetitive sound. Repeating, repeating, again and again, like a song; a song that repeats itself over and over as long as he run his chains.
The father sat on his legs on a large branch of a tall, old tree.
Giriko raised his nose up 'You don't have to hide, shitty boy. I can smell you.' A smell filled his nose; a nice smell. Not a masculine smell, not a feminine smell, not even a chrism smell. Justin Law's smell was much different. Not a floral perfume; not even a perfume; and if it can be called a perfume, the perfume of a virgin, a man without sin, a perfect smell…calling, bewitching….
Giriko looked up 'There you are…'
Justin jumped down.
Giriko smirked. In seconds, he was just a meter away from Justin. Justin listened to music-in his headphones-so loud that Giriko could hear it. The beat…the way Justin knew exactly what he said even without hearing, just by reading lips… Justin was interesting. Very interesting.
Justin looked up at him, playing with the fabric of his priest clothes. Black, white, black, white, black, white… no colour.
'Take out those earphones, shitty, short, stubborn priest…' Justin made a step back.
Giriko grabbed Justin by his neck and pulled him closer. Justin plugged his blades into Giriko's chest, the force exerted on Justin only making them cut more of Giriko's skin, flesh.
Giriko narrowed his eyes, his chains wrapping around Justin.
Justin shook his head and tried to pull away, but the chains made him fall to the ground. The sharp teeth of the chain penetrated his skin. Moving, the chains penetrated further…skin, flesh…muscle…No. No. No, Justin wasn't going to let himself be killed this easily. Justin jumped out, his blades shining in the sun. Oh, the golden light.
A small stain of blood was dripping from the cut on Justin's back, slowly, slowly, yet continuously, draining his body of blood.
'Now take the out and listen to me.'
Justin closed his eyes. Giriko grabbed him again and pulled the earphone out. The beat could be heard now louder. Justin gasped and tried to put them back, but a hand stopped him.
'No way, priest. You will listen to me now.'
Justin sat down, thinking of how to escape.
Justin was ignoring every little world that got out of Giriko's mouth.
'This is why, priest, your freedom is over. Understood?'
Justin narrowed his eyes. 'How? How? How?! The blades… the guillotine… or maybe if I pray?' he thought, obviously not listening to the other.
Suddenly, Justin was pulled up by the chains, still attached to his throat and arms.
'In the name of God! Let me go!'
'You can say whatever you want, priest, but I will never let you go. I have my reasons.'
Justin protested, but in vain. The little energy he had was all gone. The squirms were more like a fish on the land, less and less powerful, less and less wanted, just… a small toss form time to time, until it was all gone. The little freedom Justin had was over.