Onism

Chapter 17: Screwed Morality

I had given up.

The mist had my baby brother in his arms with a gun to his head.

The mist bastard had killed my parents. Galina's and Roman's brains splattered out in the cold.
Animals were probably consuming their icy insides now.

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The last remaining symphony of cloud flames sang around Sonechka in deep dangerous baritones. The gritty feathers grinding against its surroundings. The echo of Sonechka's state of being bouncing around the insides of Vanya's mind. The shattered remains of Roman and Galina fluttering through his brain, kissing his organ with butterfly kisses.

The violet demons demanded Vanya keep its last child safe. The violet fire that begged him like he had once done as Lucinda sobbing as though they'd never see the light of day. The flames groped their brittle nails against the flesh of his arms, wanting nothing more than to shred itself in self hatred.

Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mimineminemineminemineminemineminemineminemi-.
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And then theirs me. An absolute failure of a cloud... I couldn't save them. I had used my flames to make me stronger and yet they had beat me. The men that had taken me down were cowards.
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Or maybe it had been the fact that Vanya himself was to stupid to understand that maybe being blunt wasn't always the way to get what you wanted.
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Bound with my eyes covered.

I didn't know what I was lying on, my senses felt numb to the world. My eye lids were crusted shut, a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes.

The fear that had buzzed in my brain still burned strong. I felt nasty like my purpose in life had been ripped from me.
My thoughts swimming through sap before they reached me.
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. My throat that was to tight to speak, constricting my airway.
The flame restricting cuffs latched tightly around my wrist and ankles. My flames withered under the cuff's control, screams of agony that didn't even feel like they belonged to me wrecking my brain. The feathers bouncing around my insides, digging into my organs. They pulsed with hostility, it's person assaulting my own with foreign feelings.

I didn't feel like myself.

It was like my identity had been stolen from me. Like I was no longer Vanya the son of Roman and Galina.

My sense of self had been taken from me- I was no longer full of liberty!

My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. My brain felt lethargic, like I just wanted to give up and permanently go to sleep. Like I wanted to cease to exist-.

Clang.

A loud sound of hollow wood hitting metal broke my brooding.

A small gust of air wafted over me.

"Cloud boy, our Pakhan is ready to meet chu."

The bratva. The Russian Mafia known as the brotherhood are big deals.
Pakhan is a name for boss.
These people have murdered my parents.

Vanya's breath shook as the sun cuffed his wrist. He was staring at the mist who had murdered his parents. The indigo man held an unconscious Sonechka in his arms. Vanya's eyes never strayed from the man. His brain was not yet blank. The flames of cloud joined in his seething.