The Inky World Of The Ink Machine

Chapter 13 - Typhon

Uma

The day before Roxana came into this world

Master Dead Machine wasn't my master. The one, who was my master, is Typhon. Me and Typhon communicated through a special open space, which is pitch black. I hate it.

"Why are you doing this to me, Typhon?!", I shouted at him, questioning him at the same time.

He wasn't happy of how I spoke to him.

"WATCH YOUR TONE UMA! I'M GETTING SICK OF YOU!"

"Then why don't you let me go?" I asked.

Typhon looked at me with disgust. He seemed to be angry. Then he told me:

"DON'T FORGET TO WHO YOUR TALKING TO! I CAN MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE."

"You already did.", I said, a tear flowing down my cheek.

Typhon noticed the tear. He might have thought I am being childish. But I am a child. What can he expect from me? He asked:

"AND WHY IS THAT SO?"

"Cuz you're the one who killed my mother. You killed her without a purpose!"

"I just made your father a little favor."

Wait what?! He knew my father?! My disgusting father, who was a threatening man and made our life very hard?! One bastard after another. He giggled under his nose. I spoke up:

"From where did you knew him?! This coward!"

"OH...dear. he was my twin brother after all. Why should I know him?"

My brain stopped thinking for a moment. All of this information had to be puzzled slowly. He killed my mom 'cause my father, who is his twin, asked him to. That's why he knew about all of this.

My father told him everything. He knew who I was. Why did he it had to go this far? His voice as I heard a few sentences ago was calm again. I asked him:

"Why are you doing this to me? Why had you done this to my mom?"

"You don't CARE about YOUR father?"

"Why should I care about this coward? He literally was hurting my mom and was shouting at us! Why should I CARE about him?!"

"Fair point. What about your siblings? Why don't you care about them?"

" 'Cause they never cared about us or even came back from Germany. They left us only to see their friends there. They left us in this horrible situation.", I told him, tears coming out from my eyes.

I couldn't handle the lost of my mother the day I've lost her. Mom was the last person I wanted to see dead in my life. How I see...wishes don't come true for me.

Typhon looked annoyed at me, like I was such a disgrace. Why won't he just let me go then. He turned to me fully and not only with his head as he always did and spoke up:

"Look...you died at a very young age. 8 years old, am I right?"

How did he knew my age? I don't believe that my father told him that as well. I looked up at him. He grinned at me, his smile bright. I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Don't tell me my father told you about it as well."

"Nope. It was your precious sister. She lives a very good life there in Germany."

"Well, she ain't precious for me."

"I know that. But for me, you're underrating her."

Excuse me?! Did I just overheard myself? What was he talking about? Why should I care?