Anamnesis: This isn't love - Part I

I am greeted to the familiar cold of the Song, it's eerieness I've grown so used to.

My hand cups around the knob, hesitant to open it after hearing another bloodcurdling scream from behind. Not again-, it's the fifth person he's killed this week.

All these deaths worry me, what about my sister- the one that he's after- MOMO?

Will she die? I- I hope not.

I hope I can convince him otherwise, surely I can.

Once the horrible screaming had stopped, my hands gently pushed against the twin doors with my face also flinching in the process.

There he is, Master- he's covered in- blood.

Thick fresh dripping blood, it scares me the way it just- comes out.

Helplessly it flows from out them, like a disgusting red river coming out from a rock face.

Anxious fingers suddenly intersect with each other, pointing towards each other in attempt to calm myself before seeing him.

Will he be mad of my sudden "interference?" or happy to see the absolute mess he's created?

He smiles cruelly before cocking a white brow, "Someone's up early, let me guess another of those "nightmares" of yours?"

Ah his voice, it had changed into a more deeper and silky one presumably since he's now an adult.

It reminds me, this year will be the 14th year that I've spent with him.

I've been by his side ever since he was about in his early teens, I found him dead in Labyrinthos- barely being able to breathe.

Ever since that day, I've become a "favorite"?

What does that mean, does he like me more than my other sisters?

No that can't be, he can't feel affection.

Well, in his own twisted way of course.

"Yeah, another one." I say hesitantly, knowing what he'd say in response.

Master is amused as his tall towering body pulls up from the throne, "Ah my dear, that's just you dreaming of me. Don't be afraid."

"You probably have some "feelings" deep down there for me-"

My hands push against his jumpsuit with a frown, "You know that's not what I meant."

Of course he releases a loud yet dark laugh, greatly amused at me denying it.

"But don't you know?" He teased with his fingers threading themselves through my hair, "Just denying it like you are now, it only means it's the truth. Whenever you like it not."

Denying it for it only being the truth, that does sound awfully familiar.

It sounds like my pain and what I go through, but it's most unwise to bring this up to him- especially how he is now.

His tall body suddenly gets up from the throne, but I immediately stop him by quickly sitting down upon him.

"Uhh, can you go not just yet please? There's a- really good story I want to share!"

"Yeah! That's it!"

In reluctance he rolls his dark violet eyes before releasing a "annoyed" sigh.

He drags me a little closer to him, something he has never done before.

"Hurry up then, I have another of those- calls." I interrupt with a cocked head.

"A business call they keep you busy, don't they?"

With a smirk he replies, "Oh yes they do, much the same as me."

Oh god, I knew what he meant by that.

How he often gives me duty of cleaning up his mutilated body parts.

My body just shivers from thinking about it.

My throat is cleared before anxiously looking towards him, he leans back watching me in slience.

My mind begins to reflect and cycle through my memories, trying to find some amusing or interesting to tell him.

Anything boring he'd easily push aside.

"You know uh, the red haired boy I see all the time?"

Suddenly his expression changes, obviously knowing who he was.

"In the- Durandal is that what it's called? He's often with MOMO whenever I have my local strolls."

"...He seemed to know you, figured by his constant discussions about you."

I lean a little closer so I don't fall off, "Are the two of you related?"

Another sick smile escapes him, his eyes look obsessive now and dark.

What have I done...?