Caesar

CHAPTER THREE • CARAMEL BROWN EYES

His feet two steps from his trauma 'his father's study' a place where he was beaten up, flogged till he crawled on his limbs, with his blood colouring the floor beneath him.
Standing, he faces the huge door, his face blank so are his emotions. He feels nothing unlike before when he felt like a sheep and his father a wolf ready to devour him.

A step away from the huge wooden door, his demeanor radiates confidence and dominance. A drop of blood slowly falls down from his leather jacket landing on the floor. Finally he stands before a huge door, without hesitation his fingers wrap round the knob and swings it open.

The door drags on the floor opening to a massive room filled with shelves. The shelves blend in with the tall wooden walls giving it a cabin look, the chandelier hanging from the celling is golden and extravagant so are the giant wooden shelves. His eyes stray from the walls to the shelves, chandeliers then to the exits. Unlike most normal study rooms, his father's is located outside the Devoy mansion and is a whole building itself with almost half a dozen doors and passageways. The knobs are different with sharp edges, with a twist, the knob draws blood from your hands; 'A worthy exchange...blood for time! " his father words plays like a broken radio in his ears, refusing to stop.

The sound of various footsteps hard on the wooden floor is followed by a loud 'bang' as a man dressed in an ash uniform is thrown down to the ground, his head hits the table hard and blood gushes out of it. Caesar's eyes open wide, finally conscious, unsteadily moving round, his eyes faces the ground in submission as they view various boots, their leathers thick and ebony matching the stern looks on each face.

"Where am I?" His voice is low and inaudible. As he looks up, his view is blurry and his eyes squints trying to see through the blur.

He slants down as a head ripping migraine starts, his hands holding on to the edge of the table. The last image his brain could recall was his driver driving him back home...

" Turn left, towards the woods...I am not going home..." His voice plays in his head. Eyes squinting as his brows tighten up. The rest of the memory after that were blank filled with screams...

"What happens when you try to play smarter than daddy??" His father's voice sounds from the end of the room. His footsteps loud and poised, hands jingling a bunch of key which he tosses up then down.

Caesar's eyes remain down on the ground, finger nails boring deeper into his flesh within the clutch of his fist.

" For generations, the Devoy name has always been a household name...we Devoys pay for everything we do.... intentionally or not...Suicide... " he snorts.

Caesar eyes come up widening with tears and fear. " How did his father know he was planning to kill himself?"

"...is not a word in the Devoys' dictionary... It's a sign of weakness and we Devoys don't have weaknesses..."

"Today we'll kill ur weakness..."
Weak and feeble, he is dragged on the ground, his ash uniform soaked with his blood from his battered body. Water filled eyes staring back at Caesar.

"I won't blame you for the accident earlier today...but you must pay the price..." His father's fierce looking fingers wrap round a gun, heavy, black and metallic.

"Let's start with the appetizer, my favourite... Your driver!" He throws the gun to Caesar who catches it after it hits his chest hard and a nasty cough escapes his mouth so does some drops of blood.

In his shaky hands, the gun trembles. His sad eyes locate those eyes of the driver who begs him through his red bruised lips and sees through his swollen beaten eyes.
"Sir, please..."

"This is what happens when you forget who's paying you and obey the commands of a baby...A child...one who can't even speak! A dummy!" A scornful laugh escapes his mouth.

"Now Caesar... Shoot him!"

Caesar's eyes move down, Anthony stares back at him. His young features dampening with fear. Anthony, a poor creature who had worked for the Davoys for almost fifteen years with prestige now kneels on the ground, soaked in his own blood, begging for his life...

"Shoot em!..." His Father's voice serves as a ticket drawing him from the present to the past.

Six years old Caesar stands in the shadow of his Father, the Oinking of the pigs louder with every passing seconds. The sticky mud beneath his boots is clingy and he struggles with it.

A massive gun is handed to His Father who smiles through his gapped teeth, handsome features blooming with sardonic ecstasy. Young Caesar stands in his tunics and long pants, smiling as he spots a pink plumb piglet.

The happy being jumps around waggling it coin snapped tail Oinking the loudest in happiness. The cold metal even colder on his palms, his father hands him a gun...

"Shoot em!"

"Nooooo!" The pink piglet lays down lifeless, its pink fur dyed red with its own blood. Caesar stares up to find his father, dimples on both sides of his cheeks as a sickening smile forms.
"Caesar, you can't pity the food..."

"Now Caesar...shoot him!" Anthony's face growing paler with fear, his lips constantly begs without stopping..."sir, please...I have a child who is without her mother, she's just a toddler...she'd be orphaned!"

Tears streams down Caesar's face, the gun shaking in his already trembling hands. His eyes stares into Anthony's eyes which is grey with sadness. Soon, huge hands wrap round his trembling hands and forces them to pull the trigger...

"KPAAAA!" The circular bullet drills a hole on his forehead. Anthony slumps down, mouth opened wide.

The laughter that emerges from their mouth is deafening and his father constantly repeats in slow motion to Young Caesar; "Wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Caesar's eyes remain static on the dead body; rigid, cold and still, eyes locked and keys missing forever...

Caesar impassive eyes stare at the hole in his head.

"You didn't do your punishment... Did you Caesar?"

Those stern faced men draw closer to him, lifting him up. He doesn't struggle and gives in to the aggressive treatment. He is lifted off his feet in slow motion and laid on the table;
"To kill something... You have to get inside...cause you can't hurt it from the outside...!" His father draws closer with a bat.

The bat lands hard on his back, again and again till blood starts flowing freely out of him, eyes remain static, he could feel no pain, no tears, just nothing...

His static eyes look up at a shelf sorting out a pair of Caramel brown eyes staring back at him, the eyes are big and circular with thick lids which are unable to cover the empathy in them; obviously a girl's eyes. The tears that are devoid in his eyes, he finds them in hers.

For over an hour, as the bat lands on his back, his eyes stare at hers, the water from her eyes flow out like a waterfall; never stopping...

"For the main Punishment, dear Caesar... Kill him!" Another man is thrown down close to his own beaten up body. Finally his eyes stray from hers as he raises his blood filled face to meet the wrinkled one of the man before him. Finally staring at the man 'his victim' water floods his eyes.

A sack is placed in his father's hands and he empties out a bunch of different sized daggers; " Choose your pick!"

Here he was...slanting down, bleeding profusely and worse...he is to kill the only man who ever looked at him with kind eyes. He looks down to find those same eyes staring back at him...pure, kind and understanding.

The eyes of his music Teacher...