Catharsis II: An Army of Words (AUDITIONS)

Applicant #53: Romans Twelve Nineteen

I press the doorbell repetitively. As Vladimir peeps through the slightly opened window, a sudden reflection flashes back. Like any food that I keep for so long, it starts to rot that when its container has been opened, a pungent smell wafts through and invades my nostalgic memories.

"Please choose."

Those two words of Vladimir reverberated in my heart. I punched him, hitting his right jaw. But it seemed I lost all the strength I could have for it did not cause so much damage. Suddenly, I fell on my knees, my distressed eyes staring at the white-tiled floor.

I kept quiet. A minute or two passed, yet he did not demand for an instant response. Standing in front of me, he waited for me to speak out.

"Why?" I groaned, breaking the deep silence. "Why do I feel that I'm the only one whom should decide?"

"Remember Victor--"

"Of course it would be her!" I yelled in rage.

"--you're part of these."

He was able to contain himself, wearing that white suit in a relaxed posture in spite of the situation. As I wandered my sight, my vexation had hooked already the attention of everyone around.

"Do something!" I dictated him.

"Do you think this is too easy for me"--he pounded the wall with a heavy fist--"that a simple stop or go, yes or no could be answered in just a snap?"

"Damn you!" Tears finally streamed down my cheeks, then to my lips. Maybe that was the given sign to decide: to lose the one and to save the other from falling at the edge of the cliff. "Please, let it be my wife."

"You mean-- you're ex-wife?" he asked, raising his tone.

"Bullshit! Be her my wife or ex-wife doesn't matter anymore!"

He slowly nodded, showing a wrinkled forehead. He then went away while I was left outside to wait.

A mere past, a shattered memoir, and then everything gets blurry. The reality itself hits me when the front door opens.

Like a volcano that has long been quiet, this heart is ready to erupt in deadly heat. As Vladimir comes outside, I position myself like a knight preparing to clash against his opponent. I unveil the hidden gun at my back and to his surprise, a loud bang follows as I shot him straight to his head.

I quickly hide the evidences, leaving the scene with no any trace as I enter inside.

I flash a devilish smile as I cradle a newborn baby. Their baby cries, and its irritating sound resonates throughout their room.

Did I win my battle?

"Victor?"

I freeze as Vladimir appears at the door, panting. He immediately takes away the crying baby in my arms.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks, puzzled.

I'm speechless.

"Where's my, where's my twin brother?"

I'm stunned, and then a sound of siren from a distant echoes. #