Blue Mansion : Deadly & Obsessive

01 : Rue

I came from a place, a timeline where it shouldn't be too shocking to know that some parts of the world has a habit of owning atrocious furry animals. As pets.

Or un-furry, since some prefers snacks and reptilians as pets.

Bears, alligators – the likes of the predators which are known to tear a man limb-to-limb in minutes.

Yet, some people, the obnoxiously filthily wealthy beings always find the oddest things to be amusing.

This introduction pretty much extends to mother and her newly wedded family members. I didn't have the faintest idea, or the possibility of owning – not one or two, but fuck – four Siberian tigers?

Was that even financially and politically possible?

The revelation itself tells me more than enough, of how affluent mother had married into.

The unexpected visit of my maternal mother from a couple weeks back had left me nothing but confused and melancholic.

As much as I'd like to blame my loving parents, my mom and dad, who cared and raised me as though I was their own. I didn't blame them one bit. They took care of me, gave me everything, and sweet memories that nothing could replace.

It's the woman who abandoned me, and finally decides to show up at our doorstep. She infuriates me. When she revealed the truth of my birth, everything came pouring on me like a bucket of cold water.

I didn't know how to feel. I was numbed.

Mom and dad didn't seemed surprised with her visit, it was as though it was planned. Which insinuates that they must have been corresponding behind my back.

I don't blame them. I blamed her.

"Y'know, everyone has heard of the Blue Mansion , at least once." The taxi driver which I'd opted instead of accepting mother's offer of a fancy SUV, driven by a chauffeur, to pick me at the airport.

I didn't want to rely on her.

I may not have been raised in an extreme well-off environment. In fact, for half my life, I'd lived in an average neighbourhood in a two-storey house with three bedrooms and a picket fence.

I would come home every day to mom's cooking after school, and dad would be back in the evening for dinner. On a good month, he would returned with gifts, or take us out to the bookstore on the next day.

The was my life, and I loved every bit of memory of it.

Even when dad's business had took off, and we were basking in new richest, mom and dad would still keep our humble tradition of visiting the old bookstore in our old neighbourhood. The drive from the city to our old place, has been nothing less than an exciting car journey to a 15 year old.

The taxi driver was old, with a beer belly. He's got a white beard and hair, all ruffled up, and sitting beneath his sailor hat.

"I'd never step foot into the place before. Never got the opportunity to drive passed the gates. And I heard the securities are top-notch. They even have pet lions or tigers guarding the compound." He uttered excitingly.

Well, it's not the first time I'd heard those words. In fact, I'd done a thorough check on the place before I decided to follow my mom's opinion to fly to meet with mother.

Securities are armed at every corner of the area, with only one way in and out. But those aren't as ridiculous as the countless articles that focuses on the sole heir of the Petrov empire. The handsome heir is known to inherit his dashing good-looks from his father and biological mother, who was a niece of some royal family.