I hadn't been paying attention as mother and Dio discussed plans on killing father. I couldn't stand to listen to what they were saying. It was too much for me to handle.
I disowned this world and went into my imaginary world where everything was calm and happy. It was a world where mother and father were happy and Maria had died. We were a happy family and I always smiled.
That world. How I wished I could make that pathetic dream a reality. Why couldn't I have just lived a normal life with mother and father? When had father become so mad?
That's when I remembered something I had dismissed when I was alive. I remembered when I read someone's diary and had to reenact what had been written in there. Could that have been father's diary from when he was my age?
Maybe that's where he'd gone wrong. As a child, he'd killed lots of dead animals and then his mom. That's where he had went wrong.
It was then that I also remembered how I'd also killed small animals. Would I end up like father? No. I refused to be like that. I just need to keep thinking positively.
Suddenly, my thoughts were ripped away from me as I heard mother nd Dio gasp.
They were silent as a sound echoed through the hall. The sound of footsteps and a chainsaw. Not the chainsaw...
Father was coming and fast. What would we do? If we tried to sneak out, he might see us, but he we stay put, he might find us. It was a lose-lose situation.
I held my breath (again, figuratively) as I waited for someone to move whether it be mother, Dio, or father. No one did though.
It seemed like a silent battle, both sides waiting for each other to come out and neither side speaking. The silence was killing me, so I finally said something, knowing only mother and Dio would hear anyway.
'What do we do?' I asked, tension building up.
Dio turned over to me, trying to look brave, but his eyes were full of fear. He whispered, "I'm not sure. If he comes in here, we might have to fight him, but if he passes by then we'll make a run for it."
I sighed and waited patiently until finally, I couldn't her the footsteps anymore. We were in the clear.
"Make a run for it with Aya now!" shouted mother.
Dio scooped me up immediately and opened the door.
'What about you, mom?!" I cried.
My mom stared over at me, eyes burning intensely. "I'm going to distract your father and see if I can capture him. Run away for now. If I don't return to you in two hours, then that means I'm probably dead. Then it'll be up to you to get rid of Alfred."
Dio nodded and I could tell he wanted to be the one to kill father. I wanted to be mad at him for that, considering that my mom would have to die if he wanted to take on father, but I couldn't be angry at him. I don't know why, but I just couldn't be mad at Dio.
As mom ran in one direction, Dio raced with me to another. The air around me felt thick as if you could feel how intense the atmosphere was getting.
I prayed silently as Dio lugged me away to another room. A room in which I wasn't sure I was familiar with.
'Where are we?' I asked, a bit fearful.
The room was smelly and damp with...was that blood? If you could smell depression, anger, and revenge, that would be what this room smelled like.
"This is a room where your father kept all of his 'special' experiments," he answered bitterly.
If only I could move. I wanted to get out of here. 'What do you mean by SPECIAL?'
Bile rose in Dio's throat. He stared at me, his eyes full of pain. "I'm not quite sure myself. All I know is that this is where your father took me when he wanted to slaughter me."
'I'm sorry Dio,' I said, practically feeling his pain. 'This place feels so bitter. It's like I can sense all the victim's sadness.'
Dio nodded. "I felt that too when I first walked in here." He turned on a light and I could see everything.
This looked exactly like my father's normal work lab, only worse. The floor was flooded in blood. It rose literally up to your ankles! There were torturous devices and lots of capsules and strange medicines and syringes. The thought of what father did with these materials made me shiver.
Just then, as I was about to make a comment, I heard something or someone weeping. Someone else was down here?
'Who's that?' I asked Dio.
He shrugged. "Not sure. Do you want me to check?"
'Please do.'
Dio slowly and stealthily walked over to a small area where the crying was coming from. There was a small crack in the wall. He looked into it carefully.
As he crawled in, I held my breath. (not that I literally could) What if he didn't come out? What was in there? Was it dangerous? All my questions were answered soon.