A strict warning: The centered indicator (+++++) means that the specific part of this chapter is extremely gruesome that may not be suitable for some audiences. I deem that age restriction will be useless as some thickheaded minors will still continue on reading this chapter from top to end of the line of the said indicator but, for assurance and for those individuals who are eager to follow the restriction, it will be rated 18+. Reader's discretion is highly advised. I am sternly warning you before you proceed!
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"Is your backstory sensitive to your sharing, my child?"
Hesitation started to stir inside Brandon's soul as he got asked by the robotic woman.
"It's just... it's so fucked up, you know? I apologize for the cuss but, the term is necessary to describe it. Well, for the very least," he replied.
Without notifying him, she approached Brandon and hands over a weapon. "Hold this."
Hesitantly, he looked at her and slowly approach the weapon with his right gloved hand. After a few seconds, he reminded, "Uhh... Now wha-"
His response is interrupted by his mind being manipulated. But, it feels weird.
Totally weird.
He can't scream for help. He can't feel pain, as he would generally expect from it. Instead, he feels... a comforting embrace.
The woman's power started to cruise down his memory lane. As she slowly falls down to the ground, clearing a soft landing, she began to look around her surroundings. All she can see as of now is his childhood.
His childhood consisted of stick gun warfare game (where he is carrying an assault rifle-shaped wooden stick he picked from a random place), patintero with his relatives (the players must pass through a variety types of human barriers capable of catching them [moving or stationary] while in a certain line and arrive to the other side of the court), taya-tayaan with the boys (players must do their best not to get touched by an assigned red flag player), and swimming in a portable, lip-inflated pool. She smiled at what she witnessed.
But then, everything slowly went red, with him outside witnessing a sudden civil war and getting grabbed by his mother to return back to safety, turning 19 and defending their home as everything has gone haywire since its start, the moment he started to make and wear his first custom helmet, and their home getting raided. She also watched him wiping an entire raiding team with a powerful type of gun that shoots several metal pellets in the blink of an eye, exploding the unfortunate's flesh around the interior of his family's home, and a rifle that is so powerful, everybody who was standing its way will deemed to transition to inexistence.
"Putangina ninyo!" He continuously fired a round to still arriving enemies while reloading his other gun. "Mga demonyo! Mamatay kayo sa impiyerno! Pinatay niyo ang pamilya ko! Dinamay niyo kaming mga inosente! At ano ang makukuha ninyo dito? Wala! Tanging kademonyohan, kagaguhan, katarantaduhan, at katangahan lamang ang makukuha niyo sa giyerang ito! Walang nananalo dito, akala niyo ba?! Walang nananalo sa giyera, mga putangina ninyo! Salot sa lipunan!"
The very last remark he shouted transitioned to him panting, making his rifle as a makeshift cane to help him recover his breath. Afterwards, he cried.
He cried...
Then dropped to both of his knees...
Looked at his bloodied gloves...
Then, the cries of his family began to take a disastrous hit in his head.
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