Battle Born Vagabond

Chapter 22: I'm not my dad, a truism: Warden Aaron Flynn: March 18, 5006

I place a mirror up in the hallway of what was left of my manor. I wipe ash from it being careful of all the cracks so I don't cut my fingers. I reveal the monster I have become. All my burn scars, most are still oozing puss or revealing muscle tissue and bone across approximately 60% of my body. My hair is not growing back yet I shaved the rest of it off that wasn't burned off. My joints ache to the point I'm hunched over using a cane made from the broken banister to hobble around. A tear rolls down my face as I realize my mother and sisters are dead at the hands of my father possessed in body by another man. Later today I'm going to bring myself to bury them, they are under a sheet in my old room. Burying them is a pride thing, I don't want to; I need to do it myself. I have had several offers for people to help. I have to do it no matter how much they smell and bloat no matter how much it aches.

I now am the owner of a kingdom damned to hell rebirthed by the flames. My people are starving, scared and yet still want to rebuild their homes to live healthy lives again.

The three Texan sisters walk through the frame of the doorway. "Warden Flynn."

Without turning around to face them talking to them, I can see them in the corner of the mirror which is bent away from the rest of the mirror coming towards me I sigh, "I wish you would have pretended that I had a door."

One of them apologies, "I'm sorry Warden Flynn."

I am depressed but I still have a job to do, "Well, you came in here looking for me. You found me. What did you three want?"

Sam speaks, "We have officially deserted the Texan Army by refusing to take command from you by force. We were hoping you would welcome the 60 of us no longer as foreign dignitaries help but as citizens."

I become very cross with them but do not raise my voice, "That is not something I'm concerned about. Sure welcome aboard my disaster."

Elizabeth is very confused, "But its adding 60 survivors to the previous 500 something, how do you not care. That is a lot of mouths to feed."

I walk up to her calmly but limping and using my cane very slowly. I pull her by her hair down to my level. "Do I need to remind you of my scars?"

She speaks to me face to face, "Mary and I found you still on fire and trapped in that house. We helped you out of the flaming wall you were trapped in. Oww, oww, oww."

I vent a little bit, "These scars, this rocky voice from smoke in my lungs, the damage that has aged me prematurely. Those are my main concerns, not even my fucking subjects yet! I'm only eight and a half years old! I shouldn't have these problems yet!"

Mary speaks and I get a good look at her, "Why-"

I answer her question knowing what she will ask, "You have to take care of yourself before you can care for others."

Elizabeth speaks again, "So with this being the best we can do what do you want? And can you let go of my hair that really hurts?!"

I become enraged but calm, "I want to inflict more pain on the man who controlled my father than I have experienced in my eight years of life. And as for your hair my dear." I yank on it hard, so she is further and further down in stature as I talk until she is shorter than me. "If I want to yank on your hair while you gargle my burn scared cock you are going to do it and ask for more when I'm done cumming in your mouth because I'm the fucking warden. Do you understand me Texan?"

Sam speaks against me, "Can you even get it up yet little boy? I'm 20 I think I outclass you in matters such as this."

I throw Elizabeth by her hair and put my cane in her throat some of my body weight on the cane,"that's not the point, is it? You fool." I turn to Elizabeth's sisters, "Any leads on who did this?" I press my cane using more and more of my weight onto her throat just enough to make her panic, "answer quickly now ladies, before she turns blue."