In a castle in the sky, memories unravel the truth.
There lies Yan, a woman who delves into her ghost-infested past, knowing it will give her the answers she seeks. What she doesn't know: if she stays in her past for too long, she may never wake up...
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gun to the head—the sweetest scenario in my life.
It comes with a brief smile, like still water, yet radiant as hellfire. Perhaps this doesn't suffice so Adolf adds a steely gaze and lets his veins loose onto his flesh. The Hypno beside him swings zir white ring, inciting after every oscillation an ugly giggle. It's working well, messing with my damn senses.
My voice, stuck on tenterhooks that prick both body and soul, floods into the dim area. It is not light, and it can never be.
"Why does it have to be like this? I thought you were helping me."
His smile twists into a sneer. "A sinner has no right of choice."
"No. This is not the truth. This isn't right." I back away, toward the peeling wall, running my hands across the paling yellow and their spiderweb cracks. "You know you're denying the truth."
"But it is the truth. Or we're both denying our own truths." Adolf takes a step forward. He seems calm, composed, and cold. Has he killed before? I wouldn't want to know. Before I could draw any conclusion, he speaks, "Whatever. It is not truth that matters, but victory."
Silence cuts the air between us.
To whom does this victory belong? It isn't so clear in a stalemate as this.
Though, I hate to admit that I'm shivering. It's as if I'm in a blizzard, caught in a judicious white while trying to find some hint of shelter. I think I must be insane, out of my mind. Off-centre. There is no way I can accept this scenario.
"Then kill me." I try to sound firm. I try to hide the growing, sickle-shaped fear creeping about my heart that's soon ready for harvest, but I can't do it right. I deflate. My voice goes down with me. "If you feel satisfied with this, kill me."
Adolf offers a quick frown. "Why the hell not?"
A silver bullet penetrates the air and whooshes right into the centre of my forehead. Blood explodes the instant it sends ripples of agony in short wavelengths into my nerves. I think I'm dying. There's no way I can survive this.
"Hypno." Zir cries are faint. I can tell, that devil is enjoying it. Heck yeah, twisted audiences, come one, come all, this is so entertaining.
His voice is hushed, but I can still hear Adolf. "If you stay in the state of hypnosis for too long, you may never return to the present."
Why did he only say it now? I can't deny that I have placed my trust in someone so shallow. But then, it is expected. Betrayal is expected. When someone betrays you, you know you are superior to him. That's why I'm smiling as I fall.
Everything unravels in slow motion. Cliché, but time doesn't travel fast. Even time is hellbent on making me suffer. Sanguine spills onto the floor, creating dark splatters all over the area. I might be drawn in chalk afterwards. I don't know.
