Differences

Chapter 27 - Luke

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Warning: this chapter contains a lot of inappropriate language as well as mentions of neglect, abuse and suicide. These are sensitive topics, please look after yourself and read what is most comfortable for you.

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Ash found no information about the De Luca's abusing their children. Nor did he find any information on how the children were raised. They were all cloudy, there was no proof, and there were no witnesses. Or at least any, who would open their mouths for us. Whether it was because they were loyal to the De Luca's or if they just damn straight preferred to die in our hands than their kind, only God will know.

But the one information Ash could fish out was that Alaina was . . . she was . . . she had lived in an orphanage. For over a year.

Only to be brought back to hell, my mind processed.

And the reason as to why she was brought back, was again, unknown.

So, not only was she neglected, and severely abused, but she was abandoned.

Literally.

By the people who should be the one taking care of her. By the people who should be protecting her at all costs. By the two people who should love and cherish her, unconditionally.

But like time and time again, it was clear as a day, that they had lacked the basics of humanity. 

What made infuriate all the more, was that the orphanage Alaina was thrown into, was known for its severe abuse and neglect they have put upon the children. It explained why there were so many children died there (both reported and unreported). Some would be from the abuse, and some chose to unalive themselves. An act that may have been better for them, than to endure the legitimate hellhole they had to live in.

Every single day.

My vision turned into a dangerous crimson and bled around my office to receive, whatever this goddamn report was. The amount of children who had to suffer weeks, month, even years of abuse to the point where the only option left for them was to disappear, voluntarily.

And the mere thought that Alaina had to live there for almost a whole year, turned my surroundings from crimson to an array of ash grey, vicious yellows, fire orange, and bloody red. I could see their blood on my fists from beating the shit out of them when they arrive in front me. I could smell the copper, iron twang sticking onto the walls and assaulting my nose. I could sense their pathetic brains that can only take it upon those who were deemed as 'weaker' than them.

I couldn't wait for that to turn into bloody reality.

Most of the abusers were in prison. Where they should fucking stay. But sentences for abuse were way too loose. And God knows prisons does nothing praiseworthy for those scums They were gonna be out in a couple of months, it was the way the normal world worked. But I wouldn't let them though. I've already conveniently sent some men to bring them to me.

Makes life a lot easier when you have some governmental and police force, both men and women who are on your side. They easily agreed, knowing it was better than those lower than animal shitheads walking around the neighbourhood, more than likely not have learned their lessons under the barbed wires.

Because those kinds? They never do.

But fuck their lives and fucking welcome to the dark side. They were gonna get everything they've ever done onto those helpless, vulnerable, defenceless children. Everything single thing. Every slash, shot, drop of blood, every millisecond, I was gonna make them feel them feel it. And then, end it all. 

The world will be a much better place without them anyway. Amen.

As for the situation they had happened to Alaina a week ago, like I had promised to her I only told my parents and Ash. But this, was a whole new problem. She was a strong, independent, courageous woman. But that didn't mean she didn't need protection or care. 

I had noticed on multiple occasion where she would flinch to loud noise or when people tower over her to get something, or when people begin to shout. Especially when it comes to curses and slurs. But she would recompose herself in a split second. Like nothing ever happened in the first place.

Like always.

Always pretending like nothing wavers her.

When it bleeds her out all the god damn time.

And I couldn't face her. I was scared shitless for her. And I was a weak bastard. I didn't want to pity her. Pity was a disgusting emotion. Only those who seek attention love the glory of it. And Alaina was no attention seeker our side of the world make her out to be.

What was worse was that the flinches were nothing of the exaggerated sort. Just a very subtle one, barely noticeable. Like she had trained herself to suppress as much of it she could.

I had initially thought it was just that she was pure and wasn't used to these sorts. Which now that I think about it was ridiculous.

Unlike Rei who was just a public citizen a couple of years ago, with no knowledge about this world, Alaina grew up in our environment. Curses, loud noises, and shouting was our language. It would make more sense if her response to the above was a shadow that trailed after her.

Out of sight, but not, out of mind.

Whether the cause was from years of abuse and or neglect, I was going to obliterate them all. Each and every single one of them who continued to walk the path of life and still breathing like they had done no wrong. I will slaughter every limb, feature, and organs until they're just useless, worthless, shitless pulp.

And I was to save the most messed up bastard for last, with the most painfully excruciating, torturous one for them. It is befitting. A man like him, had no business being in her life. Ever.

But for the moment, I had to save that. The present matter wasn't as important, but in all honesty, nothing was important than Alaina. But family was important too. And the supposed threat letter that was put into the hands of my father informed that they were supposedly going to get rid of us.

Highly Unlikely.

The supposed threat letter was poetic, strangely so. Sure, many of us who sit atop others had to calculative and have some sort of intelligence. But not literature. Nonetheless, it still seemed like a joke. With the exception of the fact that we have no idea how and when this letter made its way to us, which was loose part on our end.

We have heightened and increased security, and now begun planning what we should do, since we were supposedly going to meet them when 'the moon shines brighter than the sun'.

Full moon, at midnight.

We had one week till it was full moon.

One week to get our heads in the right direction, with the right mindset, with the right people.

Originally, we were planning for a light mission. Smaller the number, the more likely we can catch them off guard, and the more likely that the word wouldn't spread. There was no need to display that we could potentially be in a vulnerable position if we don't need to. Not that we were vulnerable. We were stronger than ever before. 

But after much discussion, and due to lack of information and being unable to trace back the letter, we had no idea the number they would bring on their side. And as much as thrilling it can be to go with risky moves, it wasn't right when our supposed family was on the line.

Safety was better than devastation.

And I couldn't afford to lose anyone.

Not my friends. Not my family and definitely not Alaina.

Especially not her.