𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍
❝He is dangerous, Avery, never hesitate to let your guard down.❞
𝐖ho thought that the best mercenary was going to be under the gaze of a ghost? Avery Muller was doomed.
☆ ━━ avery muller serie...
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AVERY FOUND IN THAT FOREST, LOOKING FOR HIS SHADOW, SEEKING HIMSELF - TO THAT PERSON WHO GAVE HIM A WARNING THAT HE NEVER LISTENED. As if it were a dream, as if it were something so unreal, so perfect that even he couldn't forget. He felt the cold pierce his bones, trying to break them, break them - but without success. He faced himself, his parallel, the person who would know what would come behind him. Avery took that as a judgment that would determine his place in hell or a second chance to continue a miserable life in the world of the living. However, that version of him was much younger, much purer - but aware of the actions done by the mercenary, aware of something very impure that stained his body with blood that was innocent. Something that his own hands did.
Avery opened his mouth to speak, but his parallel spoke first. "I warned you. I warned you that something would happen, and still...you haven't heard me."
"I should," Avery replied, trying to remove the knot that had formed in his throat, his voice breaking immediately. "I should...I had to complete the mission."
His parallel pointed to him, judging him as if he were superior in every way, Avery had never felt so weak and small. "You murdered an innocent woman, that's a crime that violates your principles. You kill people who have done unforgivable things, but this...murdering a woman is a crime that you will not be able to amend for a long time."
"I had to do it!" The mercenary exclaimed, his voice completely broken, feeling that his vocal cords succumbed to that woman's misery. "I have done what is necessary to continue. To protect myself, to protect my friends...I ...I didn't want it to be that way. I didn't want to kill her."
"And still you have the guilt. You feel it in your own flesh, how it scratches every part of your body and makes you feel weak," Little Avery added, looking at him with disgust and repudiation. "Just like the murderer of our parents."
Avery closed his eyes, feeling the child manipulate his head, searching through the deepest recesses of his mind - finding that moment of pain: the murder of his parents. He only took two bullets and a shout to know that both bodies were lifeless in a studio in Jonahesburg. He remembered how tears flowed down his cheeks, feeling pain and sadness - but an incessant feeling of fury, which fueled his cruelty and somehow left him blind.
"It's ironic, isn't it?" Little Avery asked, staring at his adult version. "Your parents are killed, so you kill the parents of another child."
"That was the mission..." Avery sobbed, touching his head. "The mission is what matters."
"Are you listening to yourself?" His parallel asked, trying to penetrate further into the stabbing that Avery Muller's body had. "You want to be HIM. You want to be like the soldier. Don't you feel the guilt? TELL ME! YOU FEEL IT!?"
