Nico: Hello once again. Next up is chapter three!
I STILL DO NOT OWN KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN!
Nowhere to Hide, Everywhere to Run
"Pass the drugs."
I don't know how long it was. I just laid there on the carpet. I could still hear it all, playing and playing again in my head like some sick twisted song. The more I heard it, the more I wanted to drive my fingers through my skull and tear the sound out. All around me was darkness, nothing alive, except for me. It was raining outside, but even the pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows couldn't calm the tempest inside me.
"I hope you hadn't forgotten our talk tonight."
"Shut up..." I whimpered cowardly.
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Shut up..." I repeated.
"What are you so scared of? It's just me, your father."
"Shut up."
"Would you like a glass?"
"I said SHUT UP!" I got up. I picked up the glass he had drunken from and threw it to the wall. Clear liquor ran down the wall as the shards of glass hit the carpet flooring. My breathing was uneven and my legs wouldn't stop shaking. I dared myself not to look. I told myself not to cry. I made myself lay back down, without a thought of why. Even after threatening myself over and over, my eyes rolled over in the direction of the broken glass.
Oh Dear Lord.
I stood in silence as my father held his clear glass of liquor up. After a few seconds of silence, my father sighed and placed his glass back onto the tabletop. "Do you know why I wanted to have this talk with you, son?"
I didn't answer. I didn't want to. Part of my told me to answer and get this shit over with. The other part told me to run like Hell. Torn between two, I stood motionless and soundless, unsure which to do.
"I remember teaching you manners, boy," He said as he stood up. I still didn't say a word. I didn't move at all. Why do i have to be such a coward? Why can't I just answer? Why can't I just run? I hate this.
I felt his large, calloused hands on my chin, as he tipped my head upwards. My eyes locked with his. There was a different smile on his face.
"Rule number one, look at whoever is talking to you," he said. I could smell the alcohol in my breath. It made me want to retch and I had to force my stinging eyes from watering.
BAM
I hit the carpet floor, falling like a neglected doll. The carpet was welcoming, but the bruise forming on my left cheek stung as if it were crying out for attention. "Rule number two, answer when someone asks you a question." I felt something pull my back collar, pulling the rest of me as well, like a lion and his cub. Unluckily for me, if I didn't find the guts to run soon, I'll be eaten by my own father.
"Hey, Squalo, did you know sharks are the most dangerous predators in the waters? However, even the mighty shark is the prey to man."
"Put me down." I said monotonously. Relief filled me as I fell back to the carpet, but was traded off as pain took its place, crushing my back. I turned my head around and up. My father had his booted foot directly on my back, with a smile on his face.
"What if...mother and Avarice find out?" I asked as sweat ran down my temples.
"Like they would ever listen," he said and removed his foot. I was pulled up again, only to meet up with his vile face again. "Tell me one thing, boy, have they ever listened to you?"
I didn't answer. I didn't need to. He knew the answer, and I knew the answer as well. There was no point in wasting my breath. He laughed and threw me onto the table.
Everything disappeared then. Everything became nothing. Nothing. No one to bother me. Nothing to hurt me. Nowhere to go. No reason nor logic. Nothing, but the pitter patter of the rain beating against the windows.
Lightning flashed and thunder clashed. Then something caught my eye. Something shone with every flash of lightning. Something metallic.
I was thrown again, coincidentally near that something. The something continued to shine with every flash of lightning. It felt cold on the tips of my fingers. It felt powerful. I stared at the object, then rolled my eyes over to my father who was catching his breath. We locked our eyes.
"Voi."
I never knew how much blood there was in a human being. Red stained the gray carpet, and began to dry on my hands. I still held on tightly to the kitchen knife, inspecting it. It too was covered in drying blood, but past it, I could make out my reflection.
Then sanity returned to me as I dropped the knife and stood up. What had I just done? I had killed my father with a kitchen knife! I cursed myself as I stared at the horrendous sight. What do I do? I took a deep breath and took a wet cloth and began cleaning the carpet. By the time I was done, the carpet was clean, with hardly noticeable pink patches. Then I took the knife and cleaned it as well. Wearing gloves I placed the knife back where I had found it.
Last of all was my father. He had stopped bleeding, for now. I had to get rid of him, but where? I took out an old cover and wrapped it around his dead body. I kept the gloves on as I heaved him out and headed outside. It was still raining but I didn't care. It calmed me down, and wash all the blood from my hands. I had to create a fake scenario. I took the body and dumped it by the alleyway behind the bar, where all the garbage was. I opened the cover to find that he his blood had stained the cover, good.
This was the scenario: my father went out drinking. He went out of the bar, and didn't come back. He ended up getting mugged, and because he resisted he was killed. I had worn gloves so there shouldn't be any sign that points to me as the killer. My father's face, as much as it hurt to look at it, was scarred up, making it hard for anyone to recognize him, so the customers and workers of the bar wouldn't be able to recognize him either. Was I missing anything? I didn't think so.
I turned around and began walking.
"So you're just going to leave him like this?" I stopped and looked around. There was no one around.
"I know you hated him, but why did you kill him?"
"Who's there?" I asked.
"Evening, I'm your guardian."
"Where are you?"
"You can't see me, I'm just a voice with no physical body."
"Right..." I shook my head. I must be getting tired. I started heading home.
"Would it really be the best thing for you to go home?"
"Why does it matter to you?" I asked.
"I'm your guardian." I ignored the voice and continued to walk. "You don't believe me? Look into the window then." I rolled my eyes and humored the voice and looked into the window of the store beside me. To my shock, there was someone behind me in the reflection. A girl, taller and probably older than me. She had short black hair, drenched by the rain, and plastered to her pale face.
"Who...what..." I turned around but there was no one behind me.
"I'm your guardian, Squalo. My name is Esther," the voice spoke.
"Why...i-if you're my guardian...why didn't you protect me?" I demanded an answer.
"I can't protect you, Squalo. I'm here to guide you," Esther spoke. "And I'm telling you now, you must not go back home."
"Where do I go then?" I asked.
"Anywhere, just not home," Esther said. "Home now, just isn't where you should be."
I lowered my head. "It was...never a place for me, right?" I lifted my head so the rain could fall against my face. It was so soothing this feeling. My head was clear, and all my troubles were gone in an instant.
"There's somewhere else you can go, somewhere that will eventually take you to where you do belong." I looked back at the mirror, the girl in the reflection, Esther, was smiling. She was right beside me, holding out her hand.
Beside me, there was no one, but secretly, there was. I reached out. Real or not, she was the only one here for me.
"Pass the drugs"
"When I'm hearing voices"
"I'm all out of choices"
"Pass the drugs"
And another chapter is finished. This week has become a bit hectic with my volunteer work, next week may also be a bit busy since my birthday is next Sunday. I'll try my best to update!
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One side note, Esther is one of my OCs.
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