His Plea

Part 1

One day, two days, three days, Lien spends his days counting days like that. It has been exactly 9125 days since he opened his eyes on planet earth. And exactly 4745 days since he felt like he wanted to disappear. Not die, just vanish into thin air. And now he once again opened his eyes in front of a man in a black suit, black hair, black eyes, face a bit horrendous since both eyes have scars. Maybe that man was in his twenties? Or thirties? It's hard to know. 

"You awake now?" He asked puffing a cigarette with outmost annoyance, not showing in the face but in his voice. It's this kind of man that's dangerous, hiding all emotions behind that poker face of his. If someone could embody what mafia actually is, it would be this man, in front of him. His name is exactly like the emotion everyone feels as they see him, Terror. Lien looks at him, his seemingly conscious yet hazy brown eyes sweeps over Terror. That look of Lien must have pissed off Terror. He grabbed his chin with his left hand and used his left cheek as ashtray.

"Where is he?" He asked with furious eyes. Lien seemed to have lost his ability to speak. Being used like an ashtray must have hurt. But Lien has come back alive from the abyss. Something like this was like a tickle to him. 

"Ha" Lien's mouth let out a sigh? Or is it laugh? "Hahahaha" hysterical laughter filled that worn out run down garage where beat up Lien was tied to a pillar. "Where, huh?" Seeming confusion was seen in that poker face. "Maybe the thing you looked for flew away? You know like the precious son of that fruit seller, crows took it," 

"You fucking traitor" this time the enraged voice wasn't from Terror, the demon king himself, but from his aide, right hand and most trusted subordinate, Jeff. A vicious punch landed on Lien's face. But since when was it, that he has became so numb? Maybe the day he learned colors. "How could you?" Jeff threw another punch, "I freaking trusted you, u dumb shit."

That's right, if Jeff was the right hand, Lien was soon to be left hand of the demon king. And yet, no one thought Lien was that kind of person, no one thought Lien could kill and take the demon king's most prized thing, lover as well as child. Emotions, huh? So every being is emotional. 

"Tell me where my Mitch is," Terror asked again with a commanding voice this time. All emotions probably left Lien by then. He felt like he was on drugs even when he has never tasted it. So that's how his pathetic life comes to an end. "Killed him," he mumbled. "What?" Terror said again, fear and disbelief in that poker face. They say, someone who has nothing to loose is the most dangerous kind of man. Lien has no fear now, he has already lost everything and now he has nothing to protect. He, without hesitating, repeated, "Killed him and burnt him. Your child along with that wrecked bitch that you were so in love with, I FUCKING KILLED-" a blade went through his heart even before he could finish his words. That blade was the blade of the demon king, punishing greater evil than the world needs. No, that blade was of a man who lost his only sense tying him with reality. And the blood that dripped on the floor, was the blood of a man, who lived miserably, misunderstood and in the end, was left with nothing but regrets. No, that was the blood of a man who sold everything off for his love, just to be killed in the end by that very love.