Lillya
"You have to make a decision!"
The words echo through my ears as I feel my limbs regenerate for the second time, white clay-like material slowly stretching and extending, then smoothly molding into the proper bone of its body part. Thin strings of pink and red laying over it; mounding tightly, pressing together; creating a blanket of muscle atop the newly exposed bones. Sharp pains coursing through my body as each individual nerve reconnects throughout my body, as if making me aware of their rebirth. The pain I felt was just as unbearable as when my body was being ripped apart, I could feel each small particle of my regenerated limbs form onto my already tortured being. Tears stream from my eyes as I begin to feel the ability to move my arms and legs again, knowing what awaits is the repetition of this pain until those words finally make sense in my clouded mind of denial.
"Don't know if you remember, but when your daddy went bye-bye, there was blood splattered all over the walls and furniture in your house, even though he was a total dick, there's no way a human could go through that much torture and not die until later; and since you haven't made your choice yet, you haven't gotten the full picture." Mo hoists the club onto her shoulder again, awaiting my full recovery again like the last time, and smiles.
"W-what are you talking about? What 'full picture'?" I ask, stuttering my words.
"You don't die, until what's-his-face is here, Kou. He has to witness your death in order for you to die, since you're the new target." She says smugly, completely enjoying herself.
"But I'm a Handler; I'm not supposed to be a target!"
"No you're not; you haven't properly accepted your duties, so unless you accept it you're fair game."
"Fine then, I accept it!" I plead.
"HAHA! Idiot, you can't just say the magic word and poof, it happens." She grabs me by the neck, and lifts me up, cutting off my breath and letting my feet dangle; I grip her arm, trying to get her to release me but the room begins to shift as I feel my conscious slipping further and further from my grip.
"Ah!-" I try to gasp for air, any amount to fill my lungs but none enters my mouth, I grit my teeth trying to hang on to my life; because even though I know I'm going to come back to life, the pain of death is still in full swing, and suffocating isn't an easy way to go.
She pulls me close, our faces inches apart, her stare turns from mocking to ice cold, "you have to truly accept your duties; you can't just do it for the hell of it."
As my heart beat pounds through my ears, everything goes silent and all I hear is my attempts to breath, and a steady ringing in my ears; THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.THUMP.THUMP. THUMP. My last breath escapes and the words ring through my ears once more.
"You have to make a decision!"
A sudden image of a woman appears, an elderly woman with snow white hair, I remember her in my dream when I was first told about all of this, I was shown this woman and was told her name was Gloria, yet I didn't meet her personally; she was standing at a large window where she gazes out at a fiery wasteland that's destroying itself in numerous natural disasters; earthquakes rumbling all over, lava flooding in from the earthquakes cracks in the ground, flames bursting from every cloud with each raging thunder, acid rain falling after each thunder, flooding water destroying everything in its path. On the bits of land that are yet to be touched helpless people cry for someone to rescue them from this nightmare, running in fear trying to find safety, yet in a disaster such as this, safety is an obvious impossibility. She does nothing but stand there watching like it's not her concern; she smiles a bit, as if proud of her handy work. She turns around and sits down at a large round table with a large group of other elderly people, everyone dressed formally and talking like nothing is wrong. She grins as if she just obtained some sweet revenge while nonchalantly gazing at a particular old man, who from his expression must be where her revenge was directed towards. She finally speaks, saying only one thing:
"You may be fine with just throwing your pieces anywhere on the board and hoping fo the best, but I have a special plan for all my pieces." With her smug smirk burned into my memories the image dissipates instantly, just as I feel my life end, again.
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Holding Everything
AbenteuerWhat would you do if you found out the hard way, just how weak and small humans were? That when up against a real terror, they would be torn down easily and trampled upon; would you, as a human, still try to do whatever you can to surpass such a thr...
