The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 9

*A couple years later, when Harry is 15...*

"Let's go get some hot dogs." Asher proposes.
"Sure." I replied.
"Here's another funfact; If a needle was traveling at the speed of light towards our planet, it would either cause mass destruction or simply go through the earth." Asher tells me because he loves telling me facts about random things.
"But that's physically impossible." I replied.
"Yes, but hypothetically." he responded.

He kept telling me random facts like how our bodies makes a cancer cell every 30 minutes or how paper can beat scissors. It's always interesting but I didn't see him tell this to other people and just me. But I want to know where he gets all his facts from.

"Why the fuck did you have to tell how a toddlers skull looks so specifically?" I ask him.
"LANGUAGE!" he yelled at me, he always did that when I swore despite him swearing all the time.
"Yeah yeah." I responeded.

Both of us bought two hotdogs and had more chit chat but this time instead of the disturbing toddler skull, he tells me about how the algorithm in social media works. I never used social media but interesting.

"So, did you know that if you stretch out all the nerves in your body, it'd go around the planet four and a half times?" Asher tells me.
"And we can still get on every single one of them." I replied.
"That's how the world works." he responded.

We both finished our hotdogs and said goodbye for the day. Today was a day off for him but he decided to hang out with his student and tell him a bunch of facts.

I didn't feel like going back to the mansion so I decided to visit my mom instead. I walked up to the apartment and take the stairs up. I reached the third floor, went to where my mom lived and pressed the doorbell. In just a few seconds, it opened. I see my mom with a huge smile on her face. Her black hair was put in a braid. Both of us looked pretty similar to eachother. Same eyes, skin and hair.

"Great to see you hunny!" she pecked me on the forehead.
"Great to see you too mom." I replied.
"So, how are you doing?" she asked me.
"Pretty good altough I have to go soon." I answered.
"I wish I could do something for you." she sighed.
"It's fine, I still get to see you sometimes." I responded.

Both of us catched up on things, my mom told about this festival she went to, I told her about the me usual facts Asher gave me. My mom laughed and gave me a peck on my cheek before we said goodbye. The very last goodbye we would ever have.

That very same day, ended in two important people dying by the man I despise. It first started with me hearing the loudest explosion as soon as I walked out of the apartment. Everything went silent, a few people gave some strange looks but went on about their day.

I immediatly ran back into the apartment to check on my mom but one of Weller's workers killed her.

I kill the worker and run to where explosion happened, it's just a feeling but I don't think my mom is the only person I'm losing. Running to where I heard explosion, my eyes see a bloodied up Asher and Weller fighting. Their speed and strengths...it's insane. I can't interrupt, just watch.

Two incredibly powerful people with equal strengths are fighting, why? What happened? Constant blows, the ground is shaking so much. The sheer tension would've killed a regular person quite literally. The amount of strength...

I blink one second and then, I see Asher on the ground. Looking completely liveless, Weller stands there heavily injured but looking relaxed. I run up to Asher, crying, instantly checking his pulse and there's none. Next thing I know, I'm back in my room. What just happened...WHY?

Liza simply listens, seeming worried. It feels nice talking about these things after locking them up for so long. Memories, I don't know why I told these things when it's such a dark thing. You would only say these kinds of things to some you trust.

"I don't know what to say, that sounds like a living hell." Liza mumbles.
"It was, now that's in the past." I reply.
"Why did you burn village?" she asks.
"Hate, I wanted to get anger out but couldn't and that was the only way I could." I answer.
"How come you're telling me this?" she asks.
"Because, I trust you." I smile.

Liza blushes a little, but something about it makes me happy seeing her blush. She leans onto my shoulder and murmurs something before falling asleep. Did the girl that hates bugs really just fall asleep on field of grass and flowers? I'll just carry her somewhere comfortable to sleep and with no bugs to avoid her yelling at me.

It's nice to care for someone again. She has a very soft appearance but the most lively personality. I think I probably care so much because I'm not lonely anymore but there's something else to it...as if I just wanna hold on and never let go, be a shoulder to cry on, a safe space for her. I'd say that despite her attitude, it's probably because there's so much going on for her.

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700 words, it's short. I'm braindead on ideas.

Future me: Updated it to be longer