Trio (An Affinity Story)

Prolouge

"Okay!" I shouted happily, knee deep in dirt, despite being on my knees.

I grinned at my parents and swiped a patch of soil of the side of my face, smearing even more across my cheek. My parents chuckled to themselves, and passed me a pack of seeds and I sowed them with an eager smile on my face.

"They'll grow beautifully, with your care." My mother had told me.

Now I know that if I even tried to sow seeds and grow them they'd died. Despite that, I had tried my best and grown one strawberry.

That's a win in my books.

This was one of my happiest memories, one of the best moments of my life.

I sighed to myself in the darkness, stretching my cramped limbs as much as I could in this cramped space. What was happening right now, I didn't know.

My mother, which I loved more than the sun which lit my days, had scooped me up in the middle of the night, tears in her eyes, and pushed me into the closet and told me not to come out until it was safe.

Papa was out, as per usual. He went out every week, or every other week in the night once they thought I was asleep. Sometimes Mother went with him.

But now I sat in the closet alone, feeling drowsiness pull my eyelids down. Sleep almost did take ahold of me, and I wish they had.

The shrill voice of my mother forced them open.

"W-what are you doing here... you... you... Mutilation!" Her voice was laced with anger, a tremor underlying her venomous tone.

Wait a second. Mutilation? As in.. A mut'?

My eyes widened with fear. Oh, God. Not a Mut.

Anything but a Mut.

The voice that followed was a soft purr

"Hmm... Full of fire as always, aren't we?"

"Right - down - to - the - last - breath." A male voice drawled.

"What do you want?!" My mother's voice was high, filled with fear.

"Hm, nothing much." A second female voice chimed.

"Just... Retribution." The final figure said lowly drawing out the last word.

My mother laughed, almost hysterically.

"It doesn't matter what happens to me..." I could hear her sanity fading with every word. "You stupid mutilations will be wiped off the face of this Earth! You don't deserve to live! Even if I die, it'll never bring back your - urk." I heard my mother's body slump to the ground.

"As expected... She lost her cool," One of the guys remarked.

"Well forgive me for doing what we came here to do!" The first female defended herself angrily.

"Cmon." The second girl's voice was quiet. "Let's go."

I curled up in a ball and shivered, crying myself to sleep. But I couldn't help but wonder what was going on, ud it was all a silly dream. My parents... killed by dirty muts!?

I cried, I screamed, my pained voice wailing throughout the creaky joints of the house.

But no one came.

I was all alone.

That was when I heard it. A crack.

I sniffled, wiped away my tears and looked up. Was someone coming for me?

Standing, I warily reached out to push open the door.

The onslaught of heat that met me was more than I could bear.

I fell backwards as the crackle of flames became a roar, a light breeze became a whirling, raging storm of heat. The door burst into flames, disintegrating as it ate at the walls around me, my life burning away with it. I screamed and curled up, away from the reaching flames, tighter and tighter, burying my face into my chest.

Was this the end? I wondered.