Broken Bonds and Stolen Hearts (discontinued)

Chapter 8

The smell of soil and blood took over his senses as Louis opened his now black eyes. The forest looked a lot more colorful than what he remembered, every little unnoticeable movement was now VERY noticeable. Everything looked way too colorful.

The ropes were cut and thrown nearby, and Louis was lying on the bloodstained grass instead of the tree.

"Look down at your body, buddy," the other Louis's voice echoed inside his head. Louis blinked before he slowly attempted to get into a sitting position. Crows cawed loudly before they quickly flew away as soon as he started to move, and Louis took notice of their blood-covered beaks. He looked down at the very big cut that ran through his entire chest. He could see his fucking bones, with nothing inside. They took his fucking insides, left for the intestines.

"Are you fucking serious?" He growled in anger. He didn't feel pain, but the fact that even in death, he was nothing but a spare, a fucking tool, made his blood boil.

"Yeah. That happened... Do you want to do something about it?" he mused.

"Do what? We would be shot on the spot, and for what? What do I do with the organs? I can't just put them back. Do I look like a damn robot to you?" Louis groaned internally.

"Not a robot. But with what you have become, it would work just fine if you put them inside. And even if they shoot you. You won't die, I can take care of it and you can sit back and watch if you are hesitant. Although I think you would want a little action as a payback for what they have done to you,"  his counterpart suggested with a cool tone, and Louis could imagine him sitting cross-legged on the floor without a worry in the world.

"Why would it matter if I got them back or not? I'm still alive, with or without them, I'll still be alive," Louis looked down at his torso again, only to see the wound rapidly closing. Within seconds, the cut was completely gone. Not a single scar was visible from it.

"Who knows? Maybe you will need them one day when you beat me. Either way, it wouldn't hurt you to get them back,"

Louis took a deep breath as he stood up, his eyes trailing the bloodied footsteps his robber left. He couldn't help but feel... Wickedly excited. How would they react when he shows up for his revenge? He will make them beg for mercy.

The sun had yet to rise, but dawn was very near, and so the sky was fading from night blue to faded orange. And despite it being summer, the heat didn't bother Louis at all.

Louis looked at the sky for a moment, looking at the crows flying in circles over him while cawing. He let a sharp breath out of his nose before he followed the footsteps.

The footsteps led to an old hospital from the first world, it looked abandoned from the outside, but Louis could hear the voices coming from the inside. There were at least 32 traffickers inside, 6 guards and the rest are either resting or waiting for their next mission. He could hear his father laughing among them.

"Switch. My turn!" The other Louis declared, and Louis nodded his head and closed his eyes. Letting his counterpart deal with everyone else besides his father.

"Leave the guy who took me apart for me. I want to have a little chat with him," In reality, Louis didn't even know what he wanted to say to him. He wanted to see his face mostly, and maybe ask him about the things he always wondered about but was too scared to ask.

"Fine by me,"

Louis was back in the place he woke up in, and the other Louis was nowhere to be seen. Instead of the area being completely dark, Louis could now see whatever the other Louis was seeing. He could feel everything as if he was the one controlling his body. He could feel his counterpart's lust for blood.

And while Louis never considered himself to be fond of violence, he enjoyed seeing all those who hurt him scurry away in fear from him. All he had was his hands, and yet his counterpart managed to tear them apart in seconds.

For someone who was always weak and unable to fight back, this kind of power was... Terrifying in a good way. He could do anything, and get away with everything. He won't need to plan and plan and plan only to fail.

He was invincible.

"Ahh, there you are! I have been searching for you!" Louis was brought back from his thoughts as the other Louis suddenly spoke up, and he realized that his father was crouching in a corner in fear.

The same man who was violent and big and scary looked so weak and small and old now that he was begging for his life.

"He's mine. Back off," Louis growled as his counterpart started moving forward to his father.

"Agh, what a bummer. Sure, you got it," the other Louis internally complained before they switched places once again.

"P-please...you won't hurt your old man. I took care of you for as much as I could," he pleaded, his eyes were shaking, and he was looking everywhere for a place to escape through even when he knew he was cornered.

"What care are you talking about?" Louis narrowed his eyes at his father before looking down at himself.

"Is this the care you are talking about?" he gestured at his torso and at the organs neatly placed in the storage room.

"I only have one question. Of all the places you could have lived in, and all the things you could have done. Why this? Why me? When you knew you weren't capable in the least," his lips formed a line, his eyes void and staring at the floor.

Kevin took the chance and charged at Louis with the knife he was hiding in a desperate attempt to escape. The knife went through Louis's chest, but Louis just stood there and stared blankly at his father.

"You took my heart out, remember?" he placed his blood-covered hand over Kevin's hand that held the knife. He squeezed it with all the force he could muster, smashing his bones and the knife hilt with it.

Kevin let out a loud, agonized cry as he fell to the ground and held his smashed hand in pain.

"I was hoping you would answer me, but I don't think I care anymore. Goodbye, Dad," Louis looked at his father apathetically before he punched him through the chest. His hand went through his chest, and he snatched his heart out before crushing it in his bare hand. Kevin dropped dead as soon as he was hit, and Louis stared at his corpse as it fell to the ground.

"You better not forget about your organs buddy,"