King of the revolution (boyxboyxboy)

(25) The tracker

"Time to repay the favor, and pay for the betrayal"

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⚠️ violence, abuse and blood and open wounds ⚠️

Dion Elton
"Welcome back, son"

My fathers smile dropped as soon as it came, a deadly and rage-filled expression taking over.

He pulled himself forward, his demon like eyes burning holes into my skull. My father was just like me, with the same hair color and the same facial shape. But he was taller than me, while I had gotten my shortness from my... mother. He was stronger than me, older than me and more powerful than me. And so he could tower over me, making me scared and guilty with just one simple look.

I was beyond lost, confused about what he was trying to do but also panicking on the inside. Why was he acting this way?

"I gave you a simple task"
Derix growled, using is very effective tyrant dictator voice. Shivers went down my spine and I frantically tried to focus on something else. The fancy patterns on the rug below me would do, dating back 100 years to the three queens era. If I could just keep myself distracted by weird history facts, I wouldn't lose my calm. Yet no matter how much I tried to focus on something else, I was still hyperaware of everything that he was saying.

"I told you to focus on nothing but your studies until it was time, yet you still couldn't do it"

I continued staring down at the flower patterns on the blue rug, eyes blurring over once in awhile. All the hours spent studying and alone came flashing by. All the times I had been outcasted and whispered about. All the rumors and all the tests, even the subjects that I hated to my hearts content yet still got full marks in. And especially all the nightmares that came with being the son of a tyrant.

And of course there were the moments when I tried to convince myself that my life was perfect. That everything was perfect, and that I should suffer to become the tyrant that I didn't want to be. All the books that I read, ignoring all the propaganda that I could clearly see. All the times I felt as if I was being watched, all the spies that followed me around. The rebellion who wanted to recruit me on the soul reason that my father was Derix Elton. My two crushes who only met me because of my father, who only kept me around long enough to like me because of my father.

There was no winning for me, not now and not ever. Not even my own father could do anything good in his life. Not even my own mother was around. She was the only person I had hopes for at this point, the only person who I trusted to be good because I couldn't remember her. I was not like my father, I wasn't cold blooded or a tyrant. Her kindness must have been strong enough to overpower my fathers evil, and so she must be kind and she must love and miss me. She was my only hope, and I had no idea how to find her.

"You were thinking about going traitor, weren't you? Do you take me for a fool? Have you forgotten that I see everything, that I know everything!?"
My father screamed in my face, and I had to flinch out of fear.

He threw his hand on my arm, harshly gripping the part where I knew the tracker was. My heart stopped beating for a second. It was small, the size of a rice grain and placed inside my skin. They placed it there quickly, almost painlessly. All they had to do was open a five millimeter big hole and stick it in, closing it with a plaster that soon healed itself. It hasn't been long since the wound closed, so it was still very much there and easy to open.