"Jim, the Master would like to see you now." The maid, Alice informs me. As she steps into the room. I nod, my acceptance.
"Thank you, Alice. You may go now." I reply. She curtseys slightly and scurries from the room. I may not be even be honestly part of the Trancy household, but every one of the servants knows that the Lord Trancy has…how do they say… 'taken a liking' to me. He told them all to treat me as if I were his own child, and it came with privlages.
A new room, more food to eat, baths more often, *nice ones,* clothes, beauty products, and respect from the workers.
Is this what power felt like?
Hm,
I like it.
Hm. Ironic that the only one I don't receive that respect from is him, the one who struck me down with a cane, now he claims to love me as his own son.
If I were his own son, would he love me like the way he does now?
You know, even if I think about that memory hard enough.
My side begins to ache.
Either there's still a bruise or... or maybe it's just my imagination.
Whatever.
The passed is in the passed.
If I am to survive here, the only way is to keep rolling with the goddam punches.
And to be exact, that would mean to obey the headmaster Trancy.
Honestly, I wish he would get murdered.
The pedophile doesn't deserve a normal death, with a lovely burial.
No.
The twisted soul deserves to be cut up into pieces and fed to the wolves, with no one to ever remember his sick mine existed.
I bet even the wolves would vomit his remains,
They would probably taste his soul on the foul, disgusting skin of his.
The red kimono I usually wore for the Trancy headmaster slipped on, but it seemed off.
I stared into the mirror, trying to pin-point what it was.
Was it the red? Had it faded?
Blue eyes scanned the clothing.
No..
Did.. did it no longer fit me ? .. Did I gain weight? Or lose weight ?
No.
Simply none of the above.
I sighed, about to leave to see the Trancy elder, but I looked into the mirror again.
The thing that was off was..
Myself.
I slowly walked to the mirror, placing a pale hand on the glass, edging closer like it was a portal that could teleport me out of hell.
At least..
I think it's me..
My eyes no longer had light in them.. my face..
Showed dullness..
Absolute dullness.
Is that what Father meant by my ugly eyes?
Color of leaves left in the gutter to rust ? ..
A tear withered down my eye.
I see what he meant now.
I'm dead inside.
Fucking dead.
My eyes for once, shown slight emotion.
Anger and bitterness.
I huffed in frustration, feeling it go through my whole body,
Through my stomach,
My lungs,
My heart..
I picked up the stool by the chair in my gold-red decored room,
And threw it at the mirror.
Hoping the reflection would die.
Hoping that I would never see myself like that again.
I fell to my knees, slamming my hand into the carpet, as I felt the glass rip at my skin a little bit.
It ripped on my knees aswell, but I kept kneeling, seeing the tears fall onto the carpet,
As the tears mixed with blood.
A knock on the door startled me, and I immediately stood up.
A maid came in.
"Sir Trancy.." She scanned the mirror bits.
"Is everything alright?"
I almost growled. "Yes. It's alright. Everything is fine..."
She gave me a suspicious glare.
"Alright. Lord Trancy will be glad to see you now.." She said, taking my hand and leading me outside of the room.
Something snapped in my head
I instantly became angry at her touch, and slapped her away, causing her to fall into the wall.
"You never touch a Master. Ever."
"But.. you are not the master.. Tr-"
I got close into her face.
"He may be the master now."
I glared closer to her face.
"But not for long."
I swiftly turned my body, and went to the part of the mansion where the Headmaster's room would be bare feet barely made noise against the red-gold carpet of the hall, the long, almost-twisting hallway.
It probably would be pitch black in here, if it wasn't thanks to the candles mounted on the wall to light the way.
Looking around the room, my heart was filled with greed, almost like someone stuck a needle in me and injected greed and envy straight into my heart. One day, I will claim the Trancy household as my own.
No longer will I be a subject of lust, or need.
I will be a subject of power!
I finally saw the grand gold doors of the Trancy Master's room, with two butlers outside of the door. As I approached, they opened the door for me,
I didn't even nod like I usually did to them.
I entered the grand themed room, with the large bed containing the gross, obese master.
"What took so long, boy?" He said, trying to sound like he had authority over me.
I giggled.
"I just wanted to look perfect for Father." I tried to sound as innocent as I could, with a devious plot in the back of my head.
"Oh? Come, let me look at this so-called, perfection."
I smiled and shyly walked to the bed, unwrapping a bit of the kimono from my body.
His eyes lit up with hunger and greed for my body, which disgusted me,
But I almost wanted to laugh.
At his damned vulnerability.
"Come closer."
I obeyed, as he stretched his arms to stroke the skin of my stomach, and up to my chest, to cradle the side of my face.
He looked down, and noticed my hand. He studied it for awhile in confusion, then at my knees, running his finger onto the cuts, which I didn't really notice what he was doing.
Almost like a person buying an art piece, he examined me closer, brow furrowing in frustration. I got a little nervous as to why he seemed to irritated at me, his grasp seemed to become harsher, and his face became red with a temper.
Then it clicked.
Damn, the old man was crazy.
"I..is THIS what you call perfection?"
I was confused for a moment, until I looked down, remembering how I hit the glass. I looked at where he was touching, and saw the cuts.
Fuck..
The old man was crazy about his 'dolls' being perfect.
He didn't like a bump on them.
If he saw something.. he would basically go ballistic.
I embraced it, though.
I was ready for the punishment.
There is nothing left, for me here.
I guess all I could do was face this.
I opened my mouth to speak, but was greeted with an abrupt slap in the face.
I fell over, holding where he hit me, the pain sinking in, with a sharp sting, instant anger, and fear hitting me just as hard as the slap.
I could feel it.
Something snapped inside of me for sure.
I felt like laughing after being hit.
I felt like getting up and laughing hysterically !
At how the old man thinks he has so much power..
But he doesn't.
Haha !
For SURE I can over throw this old grog !
I smiled from the floor, holding my face still.
"How dare you call yourself perfect in my presence!" He growled.
"...How dare you call yourself...master.." I slowly said, almost afraid what would happen.
His head swiftly turned to me in an angry flash.
"You BRAT ! What did you say to your father? "
Was it bravery or insanity that settled into my mind to do this? Probably both.
"You would like me to repeat? Fine. I said..."
Matters of courage formed together in the pit of my stomach, as I was ready to speak my mind.
My broken mind.
Damaged from what HE has done.
I got up from the floor and placed my kimono on, not allowing him to see my body any longer, and stepped closer to the bed, getting in his face.
"How dare you call yourself master." The words came out slowly and coldly, as shock was written on his face.
I expected a slap, and as I guessed, he was about to hit my face again. I backed up before he could do it, and his bare body fell out of the bed from the momentum he was waiting to throw onto my face, which angered him more.
I knew he would kill me.
I knew he was going for revenge.
I quickly looked around the room for something..
Anything..
My eyes darted around quickly as my heart began to pound, I knew I was running out of time, I could hear the old man attempt to get up.
I was almost frozen in panic, imagining what could happen.
I sighed, trying to clear my mind, and looked around again.
I quickly shoved him to the ground again just to buy more time to look.
Then, I looked over to the fireplace in the room.
I smiled, grabbing a fire poker, I swung it at his face, obviously cutting him.
He growled, and grabbed a knife from under the bed.
Fear rushed into my veins again, I put the fire poker in the fire, letting it heat up, before striking another blow to his head.
When he was on the ground, he tried reaching for the knife, but I stepped on his hand.
"You..." I muttered.
"You caused so much.. pain.. damage.."
He was about to speak, but I cut him off as a tear fell onto his chest from my eyes.
"Now.. I will repay you.."
"By letting you rot in hell!" I raised the heated fire poker, and stabbed him through the eye.
His muscles went limp,
His eyes fell dead, and his head turned.
My breathing fell heavy, as I threw myself off of him,
And began to weep.
I..
I killed someone...
Me..
J..
Jim Macken..
I laughed, wiping away the pitiful tears.
Why should I be crying? I should be celebrating!
Picking up the fire poker, I laughed, swinging it in the air almost in triumph, as the blood slid down from the handle onto my hand. I stared at it, looking at the blood of the man who caused so much damage, to so many families.
Yes.
I have dreamed of this day for so long.
For so long, have I wanted this pile of shit dead.
Now, it's a dream come true.
I sat in his royal chair, which no one was allowed to do so, and placed the fire poker in my hands, stroking it slightly, as I watched the body of the old man from the other side of the room.
Yes.
He will definitely rot in hell, for punishment from hundreds.
I looked down, but my eyes instantly shot up as I heard the doors break open, butlers and maids poored in.
They almost looked as if they had relief on their faces, broken from contracts of serving the sick creature, and some with looks of horror.
"T..There's a killer in the mansion!" A maid yelled.
My heart raced, as I ran out of the room as fast as I could.
I ran through the hall with the fire poker, as butlers tried to block my way out, I jabbed a few in the face with the fire poker.
A few screamed in agony, since it was still hot.
I ran through the hallway and down the stairs, almost tripping, as the exit was so close, but so far away.
A maid blocked the door,
I pierced her heart. The fire poker got stuck, I struggled to try to get it out, but it was no use.
I heard others coming, so I left the damned thing. I don't need it to slow me down.
Running faster and faster, I fled deep into the forest. I could hear their angry voices coming for me.
Running, running, running.
I felt like my heart was going to explode, until I tripped over a root.
I fell into a bush, that also led to the inside of a small cave.
I gasped for the incredible luck, and hid in there.
I was almost in a complete state of panic, as I tried to lessen my heart rate, so they wouldn't hear my frantic breathing.
I cuddled my legs into my chest,
Hoping for them to abandon the search soon.
I heard them come near me,
Anxiety increasing through my blood.
I held my breath.
"He's not here...we lost him."
"Damn..! What am I going to do for work? I can't believe this.. Our boss is- "
I didn't listen to the rest.
I didn't care.
All I cared was their voices were getting fainter, and fainter.
When I thought they were finally gone, I walked out of the cave.
I could see it was night time, making me wonder how long I was actually in the cave.
It was around 3:00 when the master wanted to see me.
Now..
I don't know.
I laughed.
Now I have.. absolutely nowhere to go.
The reality started to settle into me, into my heart. But I didn't care.
I'd rather die out here, than in the hands of the Trancy master.
I turn to enjoy the cool air of the forest, walking a bit further.
I laughed and trotted through, noticing a spider's web.
I looked at the design, and smiled at the piece of art.
The web seemed..
Like it was almost tinted purple.
The spider that crawled on it was about to eat a dinner.
But..
I felt it looked at me weird.
I dunno.
Whatever. It's just a stupid spider. I bet it didn't even see me.
I shrugged it off, and continued walking.
I looked back to notice the spider from the web was gone, though.
'Gone already?' I thought. 'Strange.' Again, I shrugged the abnormal activity off, but when I turned to go further, I ran into a man.
A tall man, with jet black hair,
and golden eyes.
