Sealed fate

Part 5

Arestair's Pov:

"Well well well, looks like You're still alive. How does it feel to face death.  Regret your decisions yet?" my father said in a taunting voice.

I was so immersed in talking to him I hadn’t realised how long I had been down here. He must've come to check on me.

" I Don't regret any of my actions and I dont care if I die. I am proud of what I did and I would do it again if I could". At this dad's jaw clenched, clearly not pleased with his answer.

" Looks like my son hasn’t punished you enough. He's still young after all. Forgive his rudeness". Saying this he took a sharp rod from the weapons shelf, and started hitting him with it.

"Your son would make a wayyyy better leader than you. " he said between dad's hits.

" You don’t deserve.."

" to be a.."

" leader. Heck, you don’t even.."

" deserve to be called a human. " More hits.

"Calling you..a pig would be an insult.....to the pigs kind.."..

I stood there in silence and awe. Was he crazy! He's gonna die if he keeps this up. I would have cowered if I even saw dad's angered face just once.

But this man didn’t fear him, didn’t care for death. Even at his old age, despite of him being beaten he still fought back.

And suddenly, a thought came in my mind. A thought I never thought would come. 'If he were in my dad's position, he would make a damn good leader. A great mafia leader.'

I felt an emotion I had never felt before, respect. Respect for a man I never met before. But it just felt right.

After beating him almost to his death dad stood up. " Enough playing. I'm bored. " Saying this he took out his gun. My eyes widened.

The man's body laid limp on the ground, one eye opened.

"Don't kill him!" shouting I ran to the man. I stood in front of the man in a protective way. 

Dad looked shocked. This was the first time I stood Against him. He told me to move aside, but I didn’t. My heart didn’t cower, my legs didn’t shake. I dont know how I was being so brave.

He told me to move aside again, this time louder. When I didn’t he tried to shove me out of the way. But I held on to the man's body. 

He punched me and threw me across the dusty dungeon room with another punch and before I could move or stand up I heard a loud bang.

I froze, still looking down, I jerked my head up to see he had shot the man right in his chest.

I ran to the man screaming while father watched me as if in amusement. I held him in my arms, shaking him,wishing he would magically live somehow.

Still not believing he is dying. I had seen so many deaths, killed so many. None of those deaths made me feel so much pain, so much agony, then why did I feel those now!? Why did I not want this man to be dead?!

With his last dying breath he whispered in my ears
" Don’t become a monster. Be a good person. Save this gang. ".. He breathed a little. Then whispered with the last bit of his strength ,

"3rd floor of the main house, last room on the left side. Serve...justice...my....daughter"

I couldn’t understand what he meant, his voice was becoming faint as he could hardly form a word...And I felt his body becoming still.