March 28th in the village of hidden leaves
"Push my love, push" a man's voice was heard in the operating room 12 of the village hospital.
"Shut the fuck up, Im here trying to split my fucking taint you fucking asshole" the woman screamed while covered in sweat.
'Oh my, never heard her swear before' the man uttered in a dazed state. The man was utterly pale, like all the blood was drained from his dace as if he had seen a ghost. It seemed that he was not really taking the blood as well as he would have liked.
"I can already see the baby's head, just a little more!" the deliverer announced.
As the man saw the blood and the gore hanging from his woman's crotch, he couldn't take it anymore and fainted. His body made a thud sound as he slowly collapsed upon himself as a puppet with its string cut.
When the assistants saw the scene, they looked at each other. That scene was fairly common with civilians who were not used to the blood. The youngest one among them stepped up and picked him up, guiding him to the waiting room.
The said woman who was obviously going through a tough childbirth screamed with a might push, giving all of herself with one last push. Coordinaing with the womans push the deliverer guided the baby from its mothers woumb to the outside.
The baby was not crying…
The woman started to panic, was that a stillbirth? The woman was too afraid of the answers to ask.
While only a moment has passed since the baby was out in the open the woman was already started having a breakdown on her child being a stillborn.
The deliverer quickly wiped of the placenta off the baby and held the baby upside down dangling the baby from its ankles. With a quick slap of the ass the baby dry coughed and heaped a big gulp of air to its never used lungs.
A baby wailing was heard from the operating room 12.
"Yes yes… You are one loud shrieker." Mused the deliverer as she handed over the baby to one of the designed assistants to wash over. She took of her bloodied gloves and washed her hands to get rid of the remnants of the powder used inside of the gloves.
Cleaned and wrapped with the fresh clothes, the baby was handed from one of the assistants the deliverer. She took the baby and gave her to her mother.
The woman, hearing the healthy cries of her baby was slowly calming down from her uncalled menta breakdown. Being handed her own baby was enough to ease all her worries for now.
The baby was also calmed down, being in her mother's embrace must have helped.
"Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby daughter." Said the deliverer softly to the mother to not to ruin the mood.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." the woman repeated as in a trance, locked within her little child's emerald eyes.
It was a magical moment for all those involved, the deliverer hardened by countless births was just content with another birth with no fault or complications. Assistants with no prior experience were a little bit shaken. The mother was having a moment that she was never going to forget. And the father, the father was outside with the assistant checking his blood pressure. But no doubt this was a priceless memory for him too.
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'Ayo what the fuck?' was my first thought when I tried to open my eyes but couldn't.
'Fuck, those vodkas must be fucking fake! Shit I am too young to blind!' I panicked.
The problem with consumption of cheap alcohol was that there was a slight chance that the alcohol you are drinking could be a counterfeit. Then you went blind, due to methyl alcohol poisoning.
I felt a banging pain shooting up from the back of my head to my sides, eventually the pain reaching my temples.
'Fuck this hangover, I need water, where is my water?' I thought as I tried to reach for my nightstand and surprised when I couldn't sense anything about my arm.
'No no no, please NO' I started to loose my shit. I was paralyzed!
'Fuck where the fuck even am I' I asked.
After what felt like an eternity I was forced to calm down. There was nothing I could do now, ıf I can communicate with the outside world then I can somehow manage, if not I will be dead in 48 hours maybe less due to dehydration.
I had already alcohol in my system, which during breakdown dehydrates people like crazy, and now I don't have access to water. Fuck, this will be a long 48 hours.
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'I don't feel any thirst, what is going on?' I thought to myself
What was my last memory again? I didn't think that I have had blackout levels of drunk but again he was, remembering jack shit. Ah right, I got off the bus wand started walking to my dorm room.
Why was I walking? The bus stop and my dorm room have 12 steps max, but I remember walking by and passing an electrician shop. That is two stops after my dorm so why was I there? I must have passed out and missed my stop.
Then what, I remember there was a wedding in the recently empty area which was formerly a crack house. There was a brawl there, the people were as drunk as me there.
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The aforementioned wedding roughly 3.00 am
"Lucaria, my love, I came here before you declare you mine and mine only!" a drunk man shouted at the top of his lungs at the wedding reception.
"Reia? Why are you here?" asked the bride, confused. She was already married and time for talk has passed. The wedding wows were 5 hours ago afterall. While Reia was a pleasant memory it was the past. And today was for the future not the past.
"Lucaria, I know you love me! I know these dirty dogs keep you by force!" the man shouted. Oblivious perhaps ignorant of his actions was garnering the hate from the both the brides and the brooms side.
"Reia, please, leave. You are only making this harder for yourself." Woman said.
"Is this Gidion pig so much better than me? Huh?" the man shouted.
"Watch your mouth, Reia!" the woman said sternly. She was not going to smear mud to her newlywed husbands honor afterall.
"Huh, as if…" the man mocked.
"Gideon… GIDEON!" the man screamed, compared to his declaration of love this shout was filled with rage and somehow louder.
"Show yourself you lowly coward!" Reia shouted.
"I have given you courtesy enough!" a man said while splitting the crowd in half.
The man was a mountain of a man, bulging with well-defined muscles, easily standing 3 heads above Reia. Reia gulped with nervousness when he saw the mans imposing figure.
"Gideon" he said, voice shaking a tiny bit due to the intense emotions he was feeling.
He was feeling envy, hate and most importantly betrayal.
"I took you for my brother, I saw your blood as mine. Why Gideon? Why?..." he couldn't finish his sentence. All the roaring man, spouting about his undying love was crumbling if front of a past memory.
"It was bound to happen one day, brother." Gideon answered.
It was, wasn't it?
Rage boiled inside of Reia, how dare he! He would show him
"So, alas, let me give you your wedding gift 'brother'!" he shouted.
Reia pulled the pistol he had strapped to his waist and aimed towards Gideon.
"I will see you on the other side, so called brother" he spit out in rage
And pulled the trigger
But due to the affects of the alcohol and his instinctive fear towards taking a man's life he missed.
-Or so he thought-
Shots after shots was heard after that wedding
Next days newspapers would include the subject in the firsts page dubbed as 'the red wedding'.
5 people died and 2 more people was critically injured.
After dodging the first bullet Gideon was not so lucky to doge the second one, the bullet tore trough his trachea effectively making him choking on his own blood.
Frozen, due to his newly wed husband getting brutally murdered Lucaria was an easy target. She got hit with two bullets. One tore trough her open shoulder, the other one blown her kidney. She bled out in the ambulance.
Lucaria's father, trying to stop the shooter, leapt towards the man with the gun. He was a brave man. A war veteran, who fought numerus wars in his younger days. With the experience the wars that could give he quickly tried to grapple and disarm the opponent. But his fighting days were over, old bones and weakened muscles failed him midway. He got shot in the gut in the grapple, and to finish off got shot in his head. The hero of war was killed not in combat but in his own daughter's wedding. Ironic really.
After killing his lover and the bastard who dared to cuck her, Raia was lost. He didn't meant to kill them. He just wanted to have a good life with his love. Her father was an accident, the old goat managing to sock him right in the jaw, he accidentally squeezed the trigger due to pain. Crying over the lives he took, he put the very same gun that took his lovers life into his mouth. The barrel was searing hot and burned his tongue but he did not care about that. It'll be over in a minute. With a final bang his brains splattered over the blood-stained white gown of the bride.
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'What, a stray bullet killed me? How is that possible?' I thought
The drunken man's first shot was between my eyebrows, I was dead before hitting the ground.
I clearly remembered the pain when my skull cracked open, then the pressure was that knocked me out!
So… Good news, I was not going blind or paralyzed.
Cause I was fucking dead!