Dammit!!What the in the name of god am I supposed to do here!?
Being surrounded by guards and warriors with powers to crush thousands of trained soldiers is the worst possible situation for me at the moment who has no way to defend himself.
My mind is feeling scared of what would happen if I were to screw up just one more time and anger towards the one who put me in this situation.
Even though the auditory illusion of laughter has stopped, I still feel as though he's gazing at me with his lotus like eyes and smiling an amused smile and waiting for me to do something to entertain him further.
Seriously, I sometimes wonder if I'm a genius warrior,assassin , businessman and politician or a jester dancing on that brat's tunes!?
At any rate, I need to calm down and think of a solution. Even though I can't fight , I can still use my brain to get out of here safely with my family.As once said by Edward bulwer , 'pen is mightier than sword'.
As I once again raced my brilliant mind. I quickly found a solution to this situation, which is ....... SERIOUSLY,WHAT THE ****!? THERE'S NO WAY SOMETHING LIKE THIS WILL WORK, RIGHT!?
After going through every scenario,the answer I arrived at is IN FACT EVEN MORE RIDICULOUS THAN THE SITUATION ITSELF.
OH,COME ON, I'M SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF THE MOST BRILLIANT MINDS OF TWENTY FIRST CENTURY!!! WHY CAN'T I FIND A PROPER SOLUTION TO THIS PREDICAMENT!!!?
........
No matter how much internal conflict went on in my mind the best possible plan remains the same.
So with a heavy heart , I went and did something that is completely conflicting with the word rationality.
[Bhishma's pov]
Just what is going in his mind.
If someone asked him, what it feels to stare at your upcoming death, then bhishma would have answered without hesitation.
Complete helplessness.
In front of this child that took him down with absolutely no effort at all, bhishma did not even have thoughts relating to his ego,duty,pride, family, needs or dreams. He did not even have the mind to beg for help from others or beg for mercy and forgiveness. Not because he was too prideful for it but because when he stared at those dark onyx eyes which felt as though they were the dark flames from the burning black sun itself, he could do nothing but feel utter helplessness.
Nothing can help him from his death.
Not his bow.
Not his weapons given to him by bhagwan Parshuram himself.
Not his experience as a warrior.
Not his family.
Not even the boon given to him by his father can help him.
Nothing....
But when he was staring at those burning black eyes, he heard his mother's call for mercy. But he didn't move his eyes from him. Perhaps because of that he saw things that one normally doesn't.
He saw a moment of trance in those eyes. Even though there was no change in his expression,the once burning orbs now feels as though the flames were dwindling.
The trance only lasted for a moment before his eyes felt more dead than a dead person's for a few moments.
Is... he trying to suppress his emotions..?
His family was trying to plead mercy for him but he was focusing on the puzzle that was front of him.
He tried to focus into his eyes to find his emotions. After peering into those onyx eyes with more focus than ever. He saw ..panick...? And perhaps anger for something..or perhaps someone.
