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Kapitel 19- Don'yoku

Datum: 10/18/2097 (in this world)

Ort: 2. World (Tan'i), prison wing in the red city

[from Kaito's Perspektive]

"Fuck"

That was the first word that came out of my mouth when I woke up. Wow, I really passed out too often, even if it wasn't my fault. When I looked around, I realized that I was sitting in a small cell. The gray walls mercilessly encircled the room, and a red wall of light blocked the exit. Oh, Don'yoku was here too. He had probably only just woken up, because he blinked around in amazement until he saw me.

"Kaito? What .. no, where are we?"

He answered the question himself. "Prison, what .. It's not the first time for me anyway .."

I looked him straight in the face with interest. "You've been to jail before?"

"Long story, too long. And sad"

I laughed out loud. "It looks like we have a lot of time"

"I guess you're right, little one"

The 27-year-old straightened up with a groan. "Shit"

His stomach was covered with a blood-soaked bandage. "Right, I was hurt pretty badly .. But that guy was really quick .."

"Yes," was all I could think of.

"Anyway. So, my story .."

Don'yoku coughed briefly, then continued.

"My story begins with a little boy. The boy was no different from other children. He liked ball games, was a single child with normal parents and let off steam playing hide and seek games. Until he .."

He stopped. "Until he was diagnosed with DMD"

I looked at him questioningly.

He returned my gaze and explained the disease. "Duchenne muscular dystrophy. Mutations in the gene that codes for dystrophin, an important protein, cause the whole musculature to break down, in short. Usually the disease appears at 2-3 years of age, but he was .. 7. Anyway , he ended up in the hospital .. Normally he would have died soon, his body became weaker and more helpless, because the disease was more intense with him, but as I said, he was not a normal case.

His parents stood by his sickbed every day and held his hand. And finally ... therapies and interventions and the little boy's incredible stamina finally managed to heal him. Completely ... At least probably.

Because the doctors said it could come back anytime "

Don'yoku rested his chin on his clenched fists while I had listened intently.

"The boy's parents- my parents .. They treated me like a physically disabled person from the day I was released. They followed me every step, had to know everything about me in case things got serious again. That drove me insane, you see? "

Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "Nothing I could do without being constantly monitored! And it got worse. When I did mischief, they just patted my head and even praised me! My teachers and my friends all treated me as if I was a fragile , poor object! I didn't want anything else than to be normal! I just wanted to feel normal! But no, every day I was reminded of my suffering .. for years.

I couldn't take it anymore, you understand?

I fell into depression and started to hurt myself. I hated myself, I wanted nothing more than to die every day. So I tried one evening. But my parents stopped me and then dragged me to a psychiatrist. That asshole ... I still don't regret it to this day. He liked young children, but in a different way ...

He was my first victim.

Then I ran away. Far away, away from everything and everyone. I ended up on the street and started learning computer language. I started small and hacked a few security systems so others could get in undisturbed. But many did not want to give me my share ... I was so small that they could stomp on me. So I killed them all. Them all! And then I took their possessions. I was very good at killing ... at some point I was even paid to do it. Until years later I was given the job of eliminating someone from the government. The guy had expected it for some inexplicable reason and caught me. Since then I've worked for the government ... and then ended up here "

"What did the secret service want from a killer?" I asked. Surely there were many filthy secrets that could later turn into usefulness for me.

"State secret. But you can guess, right? I remember a man who once got in the way of the government ... Anyway, forget that"

He moaned briefly in pain and held his stomach. "I'd better rest ..."

Before he could finish the sentence, a familiar face appeared outside our cell.

Anastri waved happily. "Good evening, gentlemen!"

"Bruh"

"I have good news for you! Well, more for me ... But whatever! I have decided to execute you tomorrow in public! That will convince the last doubting subjects of my power!"

"What—"

"So enjoy the last few hours that are left to you! We're as hospitable as possible!"

With a malicious grin that you could see in his ice-blue eyes, he turned away and walked away elegantly.

Don'yoku sighed. "Sleep well"

Then he curled up on the floor.

I thought in shock. In our condition we no longer had a chance. Don'yoku was weakened and I still hadn't developed my strength. At least no fixed ones.

At the moment I couldn't possibly do anything other than rest as well. Maybe Boryoku and the rest would come to save us ...?

Anyway .. we'll see that ...

I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.