A/N: An update at last... Hehehe…
Anguish
Memories
Imare is my father?
I laughed like a crazed lunatic, the events of the past hours finally making its impact. Sliding to the floor, I clutched my stomach as my hysterical laughter continued and a memory long buried and forgotten chose that time to make its presence felt, awakening the terror and hatred of long ago…
I could hear the whiplash made by the chain as it came towards me. A split second later the pain burst through my system, consuming me and paralyzing my mind. I let out a blood-curling scream of agony. The pain was unbelievably intense that I felt my soul had separated from my body. I was begging silently for myself to be killed. Death was a more humane thing than this excruciating experience.
Imare laughed viciously. He was clearly enjoying this... really enjoying this… just like the twisted and malevolent spirit that he was.
I groaned. The chain had hit the upper area of the left eye orbit. It had smashed into my skull, denting the eye orbit and rendering me half-blind. The blood rushed out from the wound like a waterfall, smearing my cheek and clothes in its essence.
"You bastard!" I sputtered, the blood entering my mouth.
The simple act of speaking sent fresh waves of pain through my nervous system making me moan again.
Imare chuckled sinisterly. "You look much better. But alas… we must remove the debris…"
He went towards the closet, pulled out a box, spilt its contents and rummaged through them. He picked up something silver and then drifted back towards me. Through my hazy one-eyed vision, I recognized what he was holding to be a spoon.
Terror as I had never known before caught the breath in my throat. There was a smile of anticipation on his face that could only mean something evil.
"This will make you feel better…," he said in what was supposedly a comforting tone. Was it not for the eager grin on his sewn lips, I would have believed he was trying to do something good for a change.
With a sudden premonition entering my mind, I moved my head back, squeezing my hanging arms together to protect the wounds and all the while gritting my teeth as the pain needled my nervous system. Imare just laughed at this and laughed harder when I frantically tried to squeeze my hands out of their prison.
With the delighted expression of someone who was going to dig into his favorite food, Imare came closer, his gleaming red eyes growing brighter as he stabbed the place were he had hit me and began to spoon the eyeball out of the socket.
I screamed endlessly, twisting my head to get him off and struggling to get free as he continued to scrape out what felt like everything inside my head and sockets; but all I could do was scream and pray that he would stop or more importantly, the darkness would come and pull me into the folds of its painless embrace. But neither of the two came. The torturous episode continued into the night as he unleashed the entirety of his wickedness.
oooOOOooo
I had lain on the floor of my chamber for weeks to come as I waited for my half-dead body to repair itself or to succumb to death all the while drifting in and out of consciousness. The months went by and I had healed, the memories of that night disappearing along with the wounds and scars of my body.
The insane hilarity that erupted died out leaving me with a vacuum inside. Then a long-buried emotion came… along with the memories. The loathing I had felt came back, scorching and burning hot. The need to hurt somebody threatened to consume my mentality. I had to hurt somebody… no… not just somebody… Imare. I wanted to make him feel the same excruciating pain his torture had brought.
I felt an evil grin begin to form as several scenes of torture came to me into mind, its hidden sadism growing rapidly and eventually filling my mind. I was excited by the idea of repaying him in the same, if not worse, fashion. The anticipation made my grin grow wider…
And then it slipped suddenly. A sudden thought occurred to me, rendering everything I had envisioned completely useless. How in the world will I be able to make a dead being feel the same intense pain he had rendered me? How?
I closed my eyes in defeat. Will my life be like this forever? Will I never see the light of day again?
Yes, Arthel you are my son.
The line from the note flashed unexpectedly through my mind. It was a lie, I told myself. A lie made to delude me. A lie I would never accept. I'll repay him for everything he had done… I will… I will find a way.
oooOOOooo
The gathering was to take place in a village away from the city. As I entered the clearing, the largeness and importance of the gathering made their presence felt.
Drifting towards no apparent direction, I observed the creatures around me. They were gathered in circles of their own cliques, disguises huddled with disguises, neighbors with neighbors. And it could also be seen in their expressions that they were not happy about the gathering at all. I suppose they had more… important things to do rather than attend this assembly.
Having noticed some smell hovering over my nose, I sniffed to find out what it was. I almost gagged when my olfaction recognized it. A malevolent and rotten stench that was emanating from these dead creatures filled the air. It was intense and nauseating even for me. If I was still a live one, the odor alone would have made me unconscious.
"What's the purpose of this gathering?" asked a Lude, angrily.
The statement caught my attention so I stopped, intending to eavesdrop on the group's conversation. I stiffened my ears to sharpen my hearing and I masked my expression as to pretend not to be eavesdropping on them. What they will be talking about would be interesting. Bits and pieces of the reason for this gathering that had circulated as rumors were all I knew. I could pick up a thing or two from them…
"That I do not know. The reason better be good! A poring's life had been saved by this assembly call. That creature had entered my vicinity but I left it alone just because I had to come to this gathering," came the annoyed reply of a Lori Ruri.
"I heard somewhere that there will be a feast," commented a Gibbet.
"Feast…? I really hope it is a good one or else I'm going to become really… violent," retorted a Disguise with a snicker.
"What'll it be? Poring bonanza again?" came the sarcasm-laden question of the Lori Ruri.
The disguise and Quve laughed heartily at that.
"Porings! I don't like 'em. They don't scream when you torture them!" remarked the Quve.
"Yeah… They just squeal in that annoying way of theirs…," said the tree-like monster.
"Poooriiinggg!" mimicked the Quve.
"Well at least we get to have something. It's been awfully quiet for months. Porings would be a good break from all these monotony," retorted one hylozoist.
"Yeah and --- "
My curiosity satisfied, I moved away from the group and went to a quieter side to think about what I have heard.
So there will be a feast, eh? What could that possibly mean? And was my information accurate enough to guide Arthel out of this hellhole?
Arthel… I wonder if he had followed my instructions. By this time, he would have been out of this place... that is if he followed my advice.
I sighed. He should get out of here now when everything is as what I have predicted… The arrival of the great ones would tilt everything.
A/N: Comments, suggestions, flames, etc are very much welcome…:D
