Kabanata 1
[Someone else's POV]
'Whatever it takes. I'll do whatever it takes'
Those thoughts relentlessly hammer in my head, pushing me to go far this time. After everything that happened. Do they really think that they can run away? Yes. They can hide, but No, they can't run away.
I looked around as I try to bring the emotions that ive been holding for so long while watching the fire that I caused roaring through the air, I try to feel guilt but it failed.
I keep hearing screams of the doctors inside the burning hospital.
"Seems fitting," I murmur under my breath while walking backwards, being amazed on what my eyes seeing, there's falling things inside. The whole place is slowly being eaten by the fire. The whole burning hospital is going into ashes sooner or later.
"He's on the rooftop," Chase informs me using a earpiece. A cold shiver runs down my spine, but it's quickly replaced by a surge of adrenaline. My motivation to kill someone is as far as a simple Revenge.
I don't know why I should go this far when I should've move on from these shit instead of doing this kind of immorality. I once tried again to bring those tears that I kept for years but nothing comes out. My guilt is now gone. But it's creeping myself.
It's amusing me so well that making me smile even knowing that I commit the biggest crime. Arson, a mass murder.
I continue to grip the metal baton that my dad gave me before the day he died. I'm so desperate, mad, or even anxious. Imagine, the person you trust the most, the one who made you fell in love with was behind of all the scenes happened in your life. Would you still forgive the bastard who did those merciless killings just to have you?
Every time I remember on how did I learned about that thing makes me chuckling. I'm being entertained by my own stupidness. I'm so sad leaving those memories yet happy enough to be freed and breath yet getting crazy little by little.
"Hah..."I scoffed by myself, looking at the burning building infront of me. "Funny."
Leaving that impression, I turned my back and walked away towards my next destination. Do you really think I'd let anyone continue their happy lives when I'm so miserable? No.
Like my mom said. "Eye gives the perception, but it'll be based on the human's mouth for the impression."
"But mom... words of affirmation isn't my love language. It's acts of service." I mumbled chuckling.
After few reminiscing moments, my feet brought me to a huge expensive black mansion despite the bad weather and rain. That's the main view that caught my eye.
'My first... and last... My beloved bird cage.' I lovely thought, releasing the lighter, igniting the fire around the estate. I Came back for an amazing show. Not to be enslaved by love but to.. please myself.
My body moves by itself, entering the dark mansion and walking on my way towards the rooftop, drenched in these clothes.
"You'll taste the same experience as what you did to me. For God's sake.. why did you took everything from me? If you really love me... Why? " I asked to myself as I opened the door unfolding before my eyes.
He's leaning on the railing, observing the chaos on the ground floor as the fire continues to spread through his estate, resembling hell as if he's already expecting this. His expression seems to revel in it, holding a gun in his right hand while his left offers support.
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FSL01 || Stay Down, Cara Mia || Narra Fabroa (ON-GOING)
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