Call of Revival

Upper hand

I thought it would be easier to accept my death. I take center stage, close my eyes and...…..well I don't know what happened after that, heaven or a great beyond? Not like anyone told me yet, this is unbearable.

Butler:....

Dezra:....

This silence is the real killer, ever since I was caught and brought to this mansion I've been sitting in this room. I lost track of time. I'm sure I fell asleep one, maybe more. This is suffocating and every time I try to talk to this man is acting like a brick wall.

Derza: so how much more do I have to wait butler

Butler:....

Dezra: geez do you ever speak! Are you mute or just plain stupid

Butler:....

He wasn't even looking at me. This guy is really pissing me off.

Dezra:Y'know you're pretty rude. I bet your master's just like you, smug and a big ass.

I bet that got on his nerves. What are you gonna do now servant? How're you gonna take it?

Butler:....

Dezra: son of uh-.

Something isn't right. What's with this feeling, it's warning me again. Why is it so intense? It's suffocating to breathe like I'm drowning, I'm sweating all over. Why is this happening?

Butler: hmm..? Impressive most would already soiled themselves until they passed out.

He finally speaks and I don't know what the hell he's saying. I think I like it better with his lips shut

Dezra: uh-......

Wait, I can't speak anymore! It's like my own words are choking me! Why can't I speak?

Butler: This should silence you until the master comes,  honestly I see no reason for him to take a break out of his schedule to even see such a sight.

He was looking down on me. I can hear it in his voice so I'll show him who he's messing with. I'm not gonna allow yet another look down at me!

Dezra: eh-.....grrrrah-..a-

Butler: ....You really are what Miss. Norah depicted. A fool that doesn't know his place.

That girl again of course this is her doing. They all just wanna see the weak struggle. Too bad for them I'll never be weak, am I the strongest there is I'll never be silenced!

Dezra: ah-.......a-

Butler: please boy you're becoming unsightly you're already on your knees straggling yourself

Dezra: you…...think….I……..c-care

Butler:....who are you boy? -for him to even mudder words is strange on its own-

Dezra: wouldn't…...y-you...like...to know

It was a stare off between my rebellious eyes and his intimidating glare. I wasn't gonna lose to an ass kissing servant never in hell will I lose.

Noble man: That's enough Maxwell, I've seen enough.

Maxwell: Of course Sir. Norah.

The feeling of choking on my own tongue suddenly went away. How can this be? Was it this ass of a butler or this strange man? I sat back up holding my throat wondering how that weird feeling came about.

Dezra: Who are you?

Sir.  Norah : Maxwell some tea from my collection please and make it quick may you.