[ONGOING]Crimson Heroes (Ikarishipping)

CHAPTER 6

Warning!: Gore content up ahead! I just wanted to point this out so nobody would be surprised. But I don't think it's gory enough though. But anyway, thanks for reading! On to the chapter!

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Chapter 6

The cold and gentle wind of early Wednesday morning breezed by Paul. The morning gust pushed past his purple locks and sunlight playfully tapped his skin. He was staying on the rooftop of the apartment complex meditating for what it seemed to be more than an hour already. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and black shorts.

He decided for himself to do this every morning in attempt to control his curse. He knew better now. All those that adopted him that died were his entire fault. He was an immature crybaby for believing otherwise.

He really was a killing machine. He was living a lie and there was no other way around it than to believe it. And control it if possible.

If only he was able to accept that ugly truth sooner he would have avoided many unfortunate events which only fueled his nightmares.

Things could have been different now.

He now viewed his thirst for family as something trivial and unneeded. He was never going to have such a thing.

Not to a monster that makes killing as easy as counting one to ten. He had to at least control it.

He surely knew better now. Happiness was never something you'd wish for. It's something you'd work hard for. And sometimes people just aren't meant to be happy, but just to be contented. Paul was one of them, to be content with loneliness. For him, seeing the people he cared about in safe hands was all the reason he needed to live.

He made the right choice to leave his foster home. He was only being a burden to Sister Cheryl and her own happiness.

He slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

By his far right, he saw a young plant sapling in a pot placed at the edge of the complex. It basked in raw sunlight. Surprisingly, the more he looked at it the less healthy it seemed to get. Slowly, its leaves went pale and brown and they fell one by one. It wilted as if the soil had absorbed it.

In less than a minute, what was left was an unrecognizable carcass of a sapling.

By the reflection of himself on a water tank in front of him, he could vividly see his own right crimson iris.

He cussed.

Even though it was just his second time seeing his eye red, it still gave him that implausible feeling. He placed a hand over his eye. He was tempted to pull it out and maybe it might remove his curse.

But he knew it wouldn't, for he had tried it already.

Was everything futile?

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"I need to talk to you." Kenny started.

"Save it." Paul interrupted. "I will be leaving."

The moment Paul saw Kenny by the door, by the hard look of his eyes barring the fear behind it, he immediately knew he wanted him to leave. But he didn't mind. It was logical for him to be afraid, just like everyone else.

They barely spent a second with each other.

He closed back the door and prepared his stuff.

Being pushed away and feared had always been his life. He had grown accustomed to those looks of anxiety and horror peering over him. He had grown accustomed to people walking silently on tiptoes wherever he was around.