'Worthy' BLOOD

Nightmare

My face crumpled as my eyes shifted from the corpse on the ground to the blood on my hands. A scream rose from behind me, "Why did you do this?" It was a bitter cry, a plea, a lament. When my eyes met the corpse lying on the ground, a tear fell from my eye. I turned to the screaming woman and looked at her with disgust, just as I looked at the corpse on the ground. When her eyes found the sword in my hand, she collapsed to the ground and continued to cry.

It was pathetic, very pathetic that a woman who could not raise herself was in need of a man. My eyes rested on the woman who was older than me, was I supposed to answer her question? No, I didn't have to do anything. For me there were only my own wishes, my own desires. There were many who thought this was selfishness, beings who were slaves of a system could only see their own wishes so small. They were slaves who said they lived free, they did not have desires and dreams as slaves cannot have anything. Hope had been taken from them long ago. When the woman's cries rang in my ears, I looked at the collapsed woman on the ground with my erect shoulders.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You are no different from an animal that cannot live without the protection of another person, are you crying because of the death of your owner? They have tamed you with punishments and rewards like animals were tamed years ago. A mouse on the street taking care of itself is more valuable to me than you. If your cries and pleas will bring him back, go ahead! Cry. Weep for your owner, but I have bad news for you, he will never return. I think what you should do is to beg for mercy just because you are a despicable being. Apologise for every breath you've ever taken, every bite you've ever eaten, every drop of water you've ever drunk, and make sure that the same sword won't cut your head off. And then move on with your life.''

I walked away from the kneeling woman and walked towards the corpse. I passed my sword through the man's body once more and watched the lighter coloured blood that had begun to coagulate on top of the dried blood on my sword. When I took my sword to the wall, the letters began to be written on the wall with unworthy blood.

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I sat up from my bed as my eyes widened in fear. I could hear my frequent breaths but I couldn't see anything. After a few seconds I came to my senses. When I realised then that what I had seen was a nightmare, I took a deep breath between my frequent breaths. Nothing was real, I wasn't a murderer, I didn't have enough hatred in my heart to kill someone for blood. I lay down on my bed again, thinking about the nightmares I had started to have frequently lately. I turned to my right side before my gaze found the ceiling.

Nightmares. Nightmares in which there was blood in all of them and I was the murderer in all of them... I felt my grandmother's words about nightmares whispered in my ear again, just like the last nights; "There are two reasons for having nightmares. One is punishment. It is the spirits of the dead punishing you for what you have done. Some people believe that nightmares are shown to you by the spirits who love you, so that they prevent you from being hurt in real life by taking the punishment you should receive in your dreams. The second is a warning. When you start having nightmares one after the other, it is time to review your behaviour.''

I thought. I reviewed my behaviour as my grandmother said. I turned from right to left, then from left to right. After a while, when I realised I couldn't sleep, I tried to lie on my back. I closed my eyes, lay on my back, and when I realised I couldn't sleep, I opened my eyes. What I didn't expect was to see the family oath written in blood on the ceiling of my room.

Live worthy of your blood, die worthy of your blood.

Don't be a slave to the system! Be the system itself.

Don't be ruled. Live for your freedom.

Don't let those who want to take your freedom live.

When I jumped up in fear, there was a writing on the wall in front of me that I was sure had not been there before.

Can you find the cause of death before death finds you? You broke the blood oath. Try to be worthy of your blood so that the blood circulates in your veins, or let it be absorbed by us.

-by R.W.

First episode, I hope you liked it.