Madman || A Kim Taehyung FF

XI

"You're bound". 
"I'm sorry?"

He heaved a heavy sigh before continuing. 
"That mark engraved on your chest and neck has bound you". 
"You mean the one you tattooed me". 
"I didn't". 
I was growing sick of this excuse. He had been attempting to feed me lies.
I raised my voice a little, not too much but just enough, "So God put it there?"
Is that what you're saying?"
"Well in a way, not 'God' but I'm sure there's some form of a higher power behind all this". 
This guy is crazy
"Let me go now". I demanded.
"Can't". 
I took a while to think about the situation at hand.  Coming to the best conclusion I continued. 
"Okay, so who's this higher power".  I said shakily. 
"I don't know, but I can tell you what I do know".  He replied blandly. 
"I was born with it, my mark".  He lfted his shirt to reveal a similar mark on his lower abdomen. The mark was similar but not quite the same.
It's hard to put into words but it just felt as though it belonged to him. 
"W-what is it?"
I gaped in awe. 
"The same thing you have. A symbol that binds us. "
I took note, he used 'us'.
"It's called the Zarakah, without it, you'd be dead. "
Dead.
The word rung in my ears. 
"I'm sorry, what?!"
He stopped. 
"Just listen for now before asking questions. "
I made a little nod with my head accepting his conditions. 
"Zarakah, given to us by an unknown source, harnesses and binds our chakara or 'powers'.  Chakara, every human has a little bit of it, not enough for it to affect us, only affect it has is sending pain signals to the brain, ultimately ending in what humans refer to as headaches. However the minority are born with an excess amount. What happens when you blow a balloon up with air? It expands right? Now what would happen if I continued to pump that balloon with air? It would explode. The same concept applies to chakara, if one person harnesses too much chakara, the chakara will do whatever it takes to escape, even if it results in the death of the host. Many deaths occurred this way.  One day a child was born with a mysterious symbol behind her ear. The parents of the newborn were confused but they knew that their child was not normal, they hid her. They hid her from the rest of the world. She grew up in solitude. Not understanding why she couldn't leave her house. However what she did know was that she could bend reality. This only worked within a five meter diameter however as her parents never let her advance her power. She turned 16, she was sick and tired of the life she was carrying out. That was when she snuck out. A carefully devised plan. Got her outside the walls. For the first time she saw the outside world. It was a thrill she never thought she would experience. Seeing the groups of people clustered around the town square and observing the prices on the stalls laid out across the small  town. She became confident in every step she took. She fitted right in, or at least, she would. She thought everybody possessed these powers she had. Whilst walking along the street she noticed a carriage zooming down a hill with a frantic mother running behind. Her, being the kind hearted soul she is decided to help. She warned reality and stopped the carriage in its tracks and saved the child. Proud of herself she picked up the child and returned the child to their mother. She expected applaud and gratitude but she was met with curses and spits. 
Monster. Die. Freak. Leave. Go to hell.
The words lingered in the air around her. They rang in her ears. 
She dropped to the ground. She felt wet, she brought her hand to her face and realised they were throwing rotton fruits and vegetables. 
Someone from behind, she couldn't make out who, grabbed both of her arms and slung them behind her back. 
She was put to court, her parents arrived, tried to fix it. Her parents were sentenced to death from, and I qoute, 'harvesting a monster'. 
She watched as they brutally cut her parents lives short. Screaming in agonizing pain. She was to be next, she knew it. Her last words were not those of vain but those to protect the others that knew would come after her. She warned reality once more. She couldn't prevent death, no one can, but she could make them forget what they saw. She wrote a letter before she was murdered, a letter to the future generations of Rayas, to warn them. To avenge her by living their lives, she transferred the last of her power to a spell bound to the paper. Her power is divided between every Raya and their Zarakah it aids it in concealing the majority of our power. Not all of it. We have to train our bodies and mind to be able to host such power. It's ranked and sadly there is battles between each rank but that's a story for another day. Nobody knows exactly where the source came from but we know that it's here and we have to work around it, we have no choice. 
I'm offering you a chance to join our group. "
I was speechless, as one would be.
"Join you? Join what? What group?"
"Hard to explain, you have no other choice anyways, I'll introduce to the others correctly another time". 
He started to walk away, but not before saying;
"It's getting late, aren't you going to go home? Or would you like to stay another night?" he smirked. 
I shuddered.
"No thanks". 

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