He took a step towards the flower. White and pure. But he knew that the flower just started blooming. He knew the powers the flower possessed. But yet, it looked so innocent, so wholesome, just like any normal flower a little girl would pluck and stick in her hair. Seven petals on the bottom, six on the top, as always. No more, no less.
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Bright streaks of sunlight shone through the window, barely hitting Adam’s face. He snarled at the stupid light. Light. Something he hated even more than the human race. Reaching a hand out, his long, slender fingers snatched one side of the curtain and thrust it to the side. He tried to snuggle back into the warm covers and get another wink of sleep, but to no avail. The accursed sunlight had woke him up from his reverie.
The birds were chirping, the kids outside were singing. Even in this miserable, cold weather, people could still be happy. He detested it. He detested it all.
After putting on something decent, he went downstairs, only to find the icy, dismal body of his brother on the floor. He remembered last night, when he found his brother crying on the wooden floor. He hated it when people cried, hated it even more when people smiled, or were happy.
It was like a swift flashback. Knife in hand, he plunged the knife into his brother’s chest cavity. Blood spilled. It was painless and quick, which was unusual for him. The smell of blood and death still lingered in his nose. Oh wait, it was because he didn’t bother clean the body up. He shot a smirk of satisfaction. I ended your misery, he thought. Be happy.
He stepped over the body, slowly prying out the knife that was still in the chest cavity. He walked into the kitchen, taking out some cereal. He took out the canned milk and poured it into the bowl.
(Breakfast fit for a cereal killer. :DD)
Breakfast fit for a murdering Grandmaster. Or Grandmaster of murdering. Whatever.
A small figure emerged through the kitchen doorway. Adam glanced up sharply, only to find his timid apprentice, Darien there, dressed in the most ridiculous clothes. Sandals, a thin, worn jacket and shorts. Shorts. In this bitchy weather.
It wasn’t that Darien’s family were poor, in fact they were one of the richest families in the whole town. His family just disliked him. Disliked.
Taking the remainder of his canned milk, he poured the contents into a porcelain mug, and heated it over the fire. Darien watched Grandmaster heating up the milk, and thought about the dead body. This man. This cold hearted, dejected man had actually agreed to take him in. This man who could kill his own brother, actually had a little sympathy for him.
Oh how strange the human mind works.
Adam placed the mug onto the table and watched Darien put his freezing fingers around the warm mug, and threw the remains of his soggy cereal down the sink. (Waste of food >:|)
Darien sipped the hot milk, relishing the warmth and comfort the milk gave him. Adam placed the bowl and the spoon back into their respective cabinets, and went to clean up the rotting corpse that was still in his living room.
Darien looked around at the small kitchen. He dreaded to go back to his hell hole. No food, no water, it wasn’t even shelter to say the least. He was strained to live outside of his house, with a box above his head, and that was it. He hated his family. He hated it all. (No wonder Adam and Darien can get along so well.)
Adam slipped back into the kitchen and took a good glance at his apprentice. He took a chair and sat beside Darien.
“Have I ever told you about the flower?”
“The flower?”
His apprentices’ dark blue optics looked at him meaningfully.
“The death flower. Thirteen blue petals, red centre. It’s sweet, enchanting melody will put anyone to sleep forever. It is the strongest during the thirteeth hour. When triggered, the flower will put the whole world to sleep.”
Darien stared at his master.
“But of course, that is just a legend, can’t be true, can it? Now off you go, to the chessroom. We have a lot of training to do for this year’s games.”
