The Park By My House

Together?

(( Warning: Gore and Potential triggers.))

Chapter Nine:

I opened my eyes and I was met with my own brown orbs in the foggy mirror. I felt wet, cold and my stomach hurt. Wait, I think I'm hungry? I turned and looked around. I was in an unfamiliar bathroom. It looked a lot older than my own. It was dim and the only light I could see was from a tiny window above a claw footed bathtub. The shower curtain was stained with lots of unknown substances and also was withered with age. I looked back into the mirror and I realized I was covered in bruises and long welted lash marks. I reached my hand up to touch the swelling around my eye. "A black eye? Wha-". I hissed as my warm hands touched the discolored skin. I looked at my hand surprised. " Wait, my hands are warm?". It was at this time I started hearing noises outside the bathroom. I turned my attention away from my beaten state and looked at the door. I walked up and gently wrapped my hand around a golden colored round knob. It was locked, I jiggled it. A voice boomed out on the other side. " DO NOT come out. We are not ready yet, future moon child". I jumped at the sudden noise and my body started reacting with fear even though I wasn't scared. "Moon child?" I thought to myself. I turned around against my will for a moment. My attention was pointed to a green hooded cloak and a mask. I looked into the mirror , it was also somewhat against my will. I wasn't quite myself anymore , It looked as if I kept flickering into someone else. I wrapped the cloak around myself and I felt all the wounds on my body as they stung. I gently put the creepy moon looking mask up to my face. As soon as it was fastened the door opened. A man with a mask on looked at me, he also wore a robe. His robe was purple and had golden accents tracing into moons and other symbols on the trim. His mask looked like Majora's mask. But a little different. He held out his hand to me, " Come, it's time to ascend to the moon. " I took his hand shakily and he led me into a bigger room. I was completely surrounded by people in cloaks varying from different sizes. They all wore the same creepy smiling mask, and black cloaks. They all watched me as they made a path to a very old looking door. As he opened the door I was hit immediately with humidity and the sweet smell of some kind of foreign flower. As he held my hand we walked up to a calm pool of water. The moon reflected off of the inground pool perfectly. We stopped walking right at the edge of the pool. Fear started welling up inside me. Another person walked up to me with a knife in their hand. All the black cloaked people stepped in the pool in a circle around us and then there was silence. Then the leader spoke,

"O father, I pledge to youa

O mother, I give myself a hundred times

May the Moon illuminate our path

We bare our souls to you

To that which will Bring the end

Empower us with your infinite grace

May we recieve the greatest glory of all

May we ascend to the heavens themselves

We are the Moon's Children

We are mortal angels"

With that him, I and the other man next to us stepped into the water in the middle of the group. I can feel that I don't want to do whatever I do next but I feel as though I don't have a choice. The man in the dark robe holds out the dagger to me. I take the silver handled dagger in my two hands. It was cold and covered in weird engravings. I started talking but it didn't sound like me. I don't think it was me...

"By my blood, as I draw it here

I dedicate myself to service

I severe all ties of m-my.. old life"

My adrenaline starts pumping and my heart beat picks up. "I-I'm scared.." I hear a male voice say in my head. Then the voice speaking for me out loud speaks up again.

"Th-those who raised me are hopeless...

Those who loved me, a-are worthless...

I now wear this mask to symbolize my trans-transformation....

As a child learns to walk, so too will I learn to fly...."

"I- I don't want to d-die here!" He cries out softly. I look around helplessly. "No one will help me here..." He whispers. I take the dagger into one hand and point the tip at the top of my forearm. "No, NO , NO WAIT IM HERE! DON'T DO IT, PLEASE!". I scream inside my head but it's too late. The dagger plunges half way inside my arm. The other voice starts screaming in pain out loud. The man in the purple robe is in front of me now, and pain filled screams subside. He places his hand on the dagger and looks me in the eyes. "Say. It." he says. Tears are streaming down our faces now.

"Wi-th these wor-ds I pl-pledge myself to my new-new family...

Th-that even tho-ugh this mask may le-leave my face...

Th-the sc-ars that sym-symbolize my devotion w-w-will never fade....

N-now I-I am tru-ly born.."

The leader takes a hard grip on the dagger and pulls down, slicing our arm open. We both scream out in pain. We want to run, we don't want to be here. It hurts. The purple robed man takes the dagger and slices our other arm the same way. Blood starts gushing out of both arms, turning the water pinkish. Our face is being held right above the water. It reeks of chlorine and blood. The screaming from us stops, we start to feel tired.

" O mother, receive my call,

Take this moon child, his soul a gift,

May it ascend to the heavens to be with you

And receive glory from it all, "

The leader screamed out. "FOR GLORY" The rest of the people screamed, and a weird chant started to get louder and louder. Our body felt cold and empty. It was getting harder to stay awake. Then we went under the water. With everything left in us we fought. The strong hands held us deeper into the water. It was so cold."I'm..so tired.." the boy in our head said. "It's okay..." I cooed to him. "I'll sleep with you...". With that, everything went dark.

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