Master's Apprentice (Completed) Undergoing Edits

So Sad So Lonely

Author's note: 3 chapters left after this one for the epilogue. That means it'll be finished by next week-eek!

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The absurdity of the whole situation had just hit him when a cry of anguish rang out in the distance.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!!!!", Tomas shrieked until his lungs gave out.

He collapsed to the floor and broke down for the first time ever that night, muttering, "I lost my wife and I killed some guys. No, they tried to kill me first; it was self-defense. I didn't mean for it to happen."

His breathing started to suffer as he kept gasping out the words, "I'm a freak. I'm a freak. I'm a freak. I'm a freak." The only other sound heard at that time would be the manic swaying of his whole body as he tilted it as a young child would by comforting themselves after a long nightmare.

"Hello?", a call was heard from Tomas's brother out in the hallway.

Tomas, however, chose to ignore it and continued his childhood antics, hoping in the back of his mind that he would soon wake up from the horror present before him and not have the blood of two men laid right by his feet.

"Tomas? Are you in here? Oh, Tomas. I heard...wait, why is there red stuff on the floor? Did you eat in here?", Alexander inquired as he stepped around what he presumed to be ketchup.

Tomas remained silent and stared at the floor, wondering if Aila was really deceased or not. Had it all been just a bad dream and he'd imagined the Russian gangsters this night? Were his wife and he still not speaking and he somehow sleeping on some bench in the city?

One thing was for certain. Somehow there was unexplained spots of liquid now where there weren't before, and the only adequate explanation terrified him.

Tomas stuttered, saying, "Aila...gone...Ukrai...nians...bro....thers...try...murder...I...think...I...might...kill..."

"Brother, I know you've been through a lot tonight. If you want, we can just go home and..."

"No!", Tomas interrupted, "Alexander, something happened tonight that can't be explained by logic."

"You're not making any sense, Tomas. You're always the sensible one in our dynamic. I know Aila's death must be traumatic and we will get through this together, I promise."

"There were men in here.", he confessed.

"What?"

"I said..."

"What do you mean..."

"Alexander, I may have gotten involved with the wrong people..."

"Tomas, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!", he yelled as he threw his hands up and stood up to face his brother.

"Are you alright? Do we need to get a therapist to see you?"

"IgotanintershiplastyearwithourfamilyrelativeanditturnsoutheisamajorcriminalandfiredthesemenbecausetheywerestealingandIcaughtthem."

As Alexander tried to process this latest information, Tomas, speaking clearly now, added, "Tonight they broke into my house, killed my wife, tried to kill me again here and I think I murdered them, but I don't know how I did it. One minute they were there; the next, there was taco sauce on the floor."

"You manifested your power? Wow. I did not expect that to happen."

"Did you just hear what I said? Two men are dead! And I killed them!"