Cryptic Asunder [Ver. 3 outdated]

32: Beloved

Gyunya- An elongated carriage that would be the equivalent of a limousine. The cabinet length of a carriage is usually around '4.5 x '3, but a gyunya is extended to '6.5 x '3.5. This extra room is usually made for a passenger to have some leg room or lying down and makes an easier rest. This is why they are commonly used to transport an individual to the hospital as an emergency vehicle. It is, however, also used by the rich.

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Chapter thirty-two: Beloved

Zaru vomits out a spurt of blood that splats onto my face. His eyes remain wide open, staring at me.

"Shit!" Uncle Kakashin shouts in the background of my hearing.

My focus is on Zaru. The event is trying to process in my head, but nothing is coming out.

The protruding blade leaves Zaru's body from where it came and Uncle rolls him over to lay him down.

I still can't-comprehend this...

Zaru is now huddled in Uncle's arms as the red fluid gushes out of him. I can hear him hack out the precious liquid. He's coughing himself to death.

My body manages to sit itself up so that I can watch Zaru slip away from the living in my uncle's arms.

Uncle licks up some blood from his gloved hand like he plans to do something with it. "Vila," he sweetly calls to me in my state of shock. "Vila, I need your help; can you come over here for a moment?" He does his best to not sound so panicked. His obverse tells that he's about to break into tears. "Vila?"

With a blank mind on what's going on, I lean my body forward to come closer. It takes a lot of effort for me to speak in return, "Yeah..."

Uncles stretches an arm a little way to touch my elbow. "What's your friend's name?"

It's becoming more difficult to think of the words to say. "Z-Zaru..."

His attention goes back to the dying man in his arms. "Hey, Zaru, can you hear me?" He places a hand on Zaru's cheek to keep him focused. "You need to stay awake; okay? Can you stay awake a little longer?"

Despite the blood that forces its way from his wound and mouth, Zaru is able to nod his head in agreement. His wheezing and hyperventilating mix in with his choking as if his body is unsure of what to do with all of the blood that's not supposed to expel from him.

Uncle tries to perform a healing spell on his chest whilst talking to him like a father comforting his child. A white glow emanates from Uncle's hand as it rests on Zaru's chest to regenerate some cells.

How am I supposed to feel about this? What am I supposed to be doing? Why do I feel so numb? Are tears coming from my eyes, or is that just the rain? I can't tell anymore...

Uncle takes his hand to his mouth and bites the end of a finger piece to take off his glove. I watch vacantly as he viciously sinks his teeth into his own skin to draw blood from his body. He takes the wounded hand to Zaru's lips and gives him a command, "You have to drink my blood."

Zaru, now with a smaller hole in his chest, turns his face away from the opportunity to be saved. He's huffing out what little life he has left.

Uncle curses my father under his breath and then directs his attention back to Zaru, "I'm going to turn you into a servant. That's different from a holin."

Giving up with fighting his demise, Zaru turns his head back to Uncle and does his best to prepare for the foreign blood to enter him.

Uncle lets the ichor creek down from his hand and pour into Zaru's mouth.