The Wheel

31. Michael

It's impossible!!! How did he get here?!

"Do you see him? You can see him, can't you?!" I asked, listening to the mirror.

What the hell?! This freaking glass is soundproof!

"Are you on something?" asked Japer nicely. "Doesn't look like you, dear brother. And you haven't dressed like this for a thousand years," he pointed at my formal outfit. "Who are you talking to anyway?"

My younger brother started moving toward me, leaning on his cane.

"Is it all your doing, Jasper? How did you do it? Why?"

My little brother stopped – a genuine surprise reflected on his face.

"What are you talking about, Mikey?"

"I'm talking about you kidnapping my university friends and dragging us into this friggin' room," I threw up my hands, pointing him at square black screens. Jasper started to look around.

"What?" he laughed. "You are definitely on meth! Anyway I like this version of you even more, since your eyes emanate particular fear. I think I haven't seen it for a long time. Oh, it reminds me of that day! Do you understand what I'm referring to?"

Jasper walked up to me and started touching me. Smiling maliciously, he was tracing his long fingers along my head and softly stroked my hair.

"Do you remember that day? You had the same expression on your face..." he said in his angelic voice.

Jasper was waiting for me to answer, but I was completely numb.

"Do you remember?!" he exclaimed suddenly and his blue eyes were filled with anger now.

"I will always remember it, Jasper!" I told him pleadingly. "I remember about it every day!"

My knees began to tremble. My brother noticed that and grinned viciously, he waved his cane and hit my knees with it! Damn! It's so painful to fall on this glass floor.

"Varan..." he was laughing, walking around me. "You are not a Varan, because I know that you are just a brat. All of your fights, going to the gym is nothing. I see the real you: lonely, unhappy, weak and simply miserable! Look at him: my puny hit is enough to knock you down on the floor. Are you hurt, poor boy?" he asked dramatically.

I groan, letting him know that it hurts.

"Please, don't, Jasper. Please."

"Repeat it," he said to my ear, kneeling before me.

"Please..."

There was this grin and that laughter of his. A moment later I felt Jasper hitting me in the nose with his cane. Then he hit my right hand. There is nothing I can do except for enduring this awful pain which I'll never get used to.

"Stupid little brat," he repeated over and over again. "Mikey, you are so pathetic!"

At that moment Jasper turned around and looked at the mirror: we suddenly heard sounds of thuds.