Perceive

Cremations and Revelations

We found Maria's body, man, had they ravaged her.
Rat fuckers.
I picked her up gingerly. By her temperature I could guess that the murder had happened at least two or three years ago. And then she was kept on ice, like a sick Captain America joke.
Like I said, guinea pig fuckers.
It was nothing grand, but I cleaned up abuela as best as I could. And then, we proceeded to thaw out Maria.
I took some of the broken wood furniture and broke it further, till we were able to arrange a funeral pyre for two people. I went into the backyard, and got everything ready. I would have liked a small prayer session, but seeing as there was no time, we covered the bodies reverantly, in white curtains, they would have to make do since there were no sheets. Though, my religion, should have technically been Catholicism, I was raised a Hindu, by my mother, and therefore, the cremation ceremony and prayer session before that was important to me. Death ceremonies in my religion were elaborate, but they would give the family and loved ones peace and closure. I did as best as I could with the available resources, sent up a small prayer,to guide them and help their respective afterlives have peace that they never received here.
I wasn't much of a believer, but even I knew now, that there were some things, I would never be able to explain.
After I set the cremation in motion, I saw him. George Cianti. He was standing in a corner, crying. I almost thought I was hallucinating again.
I asked Adri and he confirmed. But George Cianti was torn, between murdering us, and crying for the love of his life, that he, by the by, tortured to death.
He stormed to us, and said," What right did you have, she was preserved in her monument forever."
Yeah so not a slimy reptile. Ha!
Jerk!
" I don't know if you know, but she is my extended family. Your daddy dearest, that rat bastard, broke my family into pieces. All because of some acquistional crap brought on by your nutjob ancestors. Tell me this, how much did you know. Did you know you had acquired, that side of the family. Is that why Alex and Gia weren't murdered by your psycho of a wife. At least complete your damn research, assrat!",I suddenly yelled back.
Now the thing about us highly trained assasins is that we're not trained to have emotions, or speak, certainly not yell, and certainly not when we were about to hand in our resignations. But me being me, I did exactly what I felt like doing. That being, yelling, screaming and shouting, till I raised hell, and bought the house down.
Adri realised it way before I did, there was a guard. And by that I mean, George's goons were alerted. Everyone filed out quietly around us. I was certain, that if he realised now, that he had more juice than we did, we would be exterminated like cockroaches on the spot. So I did what I always do, I talked my way out of it.
" So tell me Georgie, how much did you know your girlfriend. Fell for a face, body or was it blood acquistion? How did you not know, she was being tortured by your resident psycho? Or did you know, and you had your voyeuristic pleasure while you were at it? What right do you have to stand here and shed tears? You knew, all along, who she was, where she came from. You knew where she was kept, all you had to do was protect her and your kids. And you shamelessly didn't. You have the gall to come here and demand why I set her free. Do you even know, how close I am to ripping your spine out of your throat, you twisted slimeball!"
"Bold words, for a trained whore. Oh, but of course, you're delusional, aren't you. You can't see the bigger picture at all. You don't know how much glory you were capable of bringing. To the new Golden Age. And this, your pet boy. Tell me sweetie, how much do you know your boyfriend, or should I say....m....-"
He was cut off by a loud snarl. And by loud, I mean shatter the glass loud, it had my ears ringing for a while. Adri had somehow, managed to finish an entire army of those locusts, and was now standing at a distance. Since I wasn't wearing my glasses to the fight, I could barely make out an outline, it was hazy, but I could see him stalking us. And his mind was focused on the prey, George Cianti. I could feel that much emanating from him. It was crazy, like he was shaking and shivering, to maintain his outline, his face, it seemed to be elongating, but I couldn't be too sure.
As far as he was, less than a minute back, it should have been impossible for a regular human being, to cross the clearing, stand in front of me, and snarl at the guy opposite me. He continued snarling and snapping, like an overgrown dog, and I couldn't still place it. Because, Occam's razor, in this case, meant that the boy I loved for most of my life, well he wasn't a boy in the traditional sense anymore. Something had happened to him. It had not altered his existence, it had also altered who he was, and what his future should have been according to that. It was only right, for me to have questions. He had almost promised me, his whole life, on multiple occasions, and yet, had left out such an important part of it. It wasn't like I wouldn't accept him as is. After going through, what we had been through, in the last few months, I would accept him with three heads and four feet. But that didn't mean lying to me, to supposedly protect me, was allowed, or alright. I was going to scream blue murder at him, after this was over, or may be angrily toss him on the bed, and ring him out, till he was unable to move anymore, but, now, didn't that depend on how nice he was to me???