The Secrets Behind Them

۵{Villains}۵

   The two of us, Tahain and I, are walking down the corridors of my childhood home. He killed my father, but how? He's so short, and he's awkward as hell. What the fuck?

    "So, Grayson," Tahain speaks in a quiet voice, "are you going to be in any plays or musicals soon?" I look over to him for a moment, seeing him looking ahead. I stop where I'm at.

   "Are you sure you're the same Tahain that supposedly killed Lucius?" He stops after two steps, then turns around to see me. He sighs, most likely realizing that people won't just believe that a small dude like him could take down one of the strongest scyras, if not, the strongest scyra known. He would have to be extremely convincing.

   "Well, if you don't want to believe me," he pauses, just to make sure we make direct eye contact. "Then I'll make you believe me." Tahain then turns and continues walking as I'm left confused for a moment. My eyes widen at a sudden realization that comes to me.

    Tahain did kill him, but why do I suddenly believe that he did? Two seconds ago, I couldn't even believe he was capable of anything like that. I stand there for a moment, thinking to myself. He makes me curious, but why? Looking up from the ground, I see his jet black hair turn and open a rather beaten up door. "Tahain, wait!" I go after him, nearly tripping over a metal bar on the ground.

   I make my way through the door and stop right as I notice the broken toys accompanied by a dry pool of blood on the wooden flooring. My eyes trail upward, meeting the scorched walls and the torn bed covers. A heavy weight comes about my chest when I find the crown that was meant to be mine on the dresser. The drawers are covered with burn marks. My eyes lead back to Tahain, who's pulling out multiple rolled up posters and drawings from shelves at the end of my old bed. He unrolls one of them,  revealing an old commission drawing of me in one of my costumes for a musical I was in a couple years ago.

   I step towards him, getting a better view of the art. "That was drawn during my role as Julian in Cursed Lovers' Tale. You know, the musical about the couple that kills themselves in the end." I smile, remembering the amount of fun I had in the production. I found out that I not only had sexual interests in women, but in men too. "Julian was the guy that I personally think deserved a lot better. I mean, he just wanted to marry Joseph! He shouldn't have been killed." Tahain then gives me an odd look, as if I said something wrong. I return his look of confusion with a "what the fuck is up with you?" face.

   Tahain then gently rolls up the drawing before sitting down and unraveling another roll. This time, it's a promotion poster of a play based off of a novel by my very one mother, Maria Snow. The book was about a celestial being falling in love with a quill. And if you don't know, quills are angel-like beings with wings and they live in warmer climates. They're an interesting race, I just wish they weren't as strict as they seem to be.

   "Didn't you play the bad guy in this one?" Tahain asks, in a seemingly innocent way. I sigh, remembering when my character, who was in love with the quill, was stabbed in the back by the god's quill form. I recall actually getting knocked during rehearsal out due to the god's actor accidentally pushing me off the stage and onto the hard ground. I forgave him...but my father surely didn't. "Yes, I did. Can we stop looking at these? Please and thank you." I roll up the poster, putting it back in the cubby before Tahain could protest.

    "Tahain," I sit on the floor in front of him, "Tell me about yourself. I want to get to know you." Tahain just glares, as if he isn't interested in sharing things about himself. "What do you want to know?"  He asks, blinking with his brows furrowed. "Do you have any friends? Or interests? What about targets? Who are you planning to kill next?" He jumps at my last question, meaning he's not some kind of assassin or at least shocked at the notion.