Author's Note
Ok, so this chapter is a little short, but it's a flash back, so it's worth the short length.
Mum, if you're reading this, know that I love you! None of this story applies to you :P
I'm glad to answer any questions or if you have have any suggestions, please don't be afraid to ask/tell.
Any feedback will be grately appreciated!
Enjoy! Taco, out.
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The room is dark, however a small amount of light is coming from a hole is the wall, but it was quickly fading as the sun was setting. There was nothing in the room except an old wooden chair stained with red, a table covered in an assortment of weapons, and a heaped body on the ground in front of me.
I sat down on the chair and looked at the body, waiting for it to make a sound, but it just looked at me with sad, droopy eyes. Dirt, grime, blood and tears stain it’s cheeks, it’s hair a raven black birds nest and hands tied behind it’s back. With me being on the chair, it has to look up at me. I smiled.
“How are we this fine evening, Mum? I hope you’re enjoying your stay; I picked this room especially for you. You should know it well enough, because this is where you tortured me for years,” I looked down at her, tilting my head to the side, “not only did you torture me, to do that, you had to rip me out of Heaven to do so, and that was even worse.”
I waited for her reaction, but instead of getting a whimper or a cry for help, I got a small smile that tugged at her lips, a blank look in her eyes. I huffed out my frustration in a quite breath.
“I assure you there is nothing to smile about,” I say to her whilst a frown pulls my lips down. What is she planning?
“Oh darling, I know all too well this is something to smile about. I know what you’re going to do; I’m not stupid after all. I’m smiling because of what I have achieved. I’ve created an Angel who wishes to see the destruction of others, and that is something uniquely rare,” her smile widens while I look at her in horror, “you want to kill me, don’t you? You want to see me fall? You want me to suffer everything you’ve suffered and more. I’m not afraid, darling, oh no, I’m proud of you. Carry on darling, don’t let me stop you. Become who you were created to be.”
Who I was created to be? What was she going on about? She’s psychotic; she didn’t mean a single word she said, except one thing. I want her dead.
I want her suffer like I did all these years, I want her to feel my pain, to feel my scars. I want her out of my life more than anything. And I’m going to make that happen, but without all the fancy details about torture.
“I will kill you, but quickly, and cleanly. I am an Angel after all. I want you to know, that you will not be missed, Seeker of the Shadows, and that you will rot in a hell that will break you more than I ever could.”
I got up out of my chair and walked slowly to the table holding all the weapons. My hands ran along the different instruments of torture and death, the sharp blades cutting my fingertips, but I couldn’t care less.
I came to the weapon I was looking for and picked it up off the table slowly, carefully, like it was made of glass, and held it up for my mother to see. I balanced it in my hand, feeling the weight of it. I pointed it at her still smiling face.
The gun glinted silver in the last rays of sunlight, the engravings on it standing out like scars.
No Hell can stand in my way
There was one bullet in the chamber, one bullet to represent how one act can change your life.
I looked at my mum with a steady gaze, and saw that her façade was cracking; she was scared of me.
And she should be.
“Goodbye mum,” I tell her in a clear shrill voice, and her mouth opened as if to say something, her face now crumpled into a look of pure horror, but I aimed the gun at her heart…
And pulled the trigger.
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