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Entry 9

| D e c e m b e r – 14ᵗʰ |

F r u s t r a t i o n
Followed by my indecisiveness

The only defect repetitively fogging
up my mind these past weeks. 

I don't know what i'm doing anymore.
What exactly am I really suppose to do?

I'm in between meddling to find the truth

Or

Ignoring the situation
to focus on my own hectic schedule
that's officially packed.

What should I do?

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| Chapter • N I N E |

R a y    P a d o v a n o 

I kept tossing my damaged coin into the evening sky. Where darkness was about to take over in a couple of minutes.

My mind is still being ruffled up from these unexplained questions that keep invading my empty thoughts. I can't exactly fully concentrate on this task which irritates the hell out of me.

I stood up stretching my sore arms that took a mild beating last night. Simply because pretending to be a pathetically weak victim was the only available option.

How much longer am I going to keep allowing myself to go through this? Would Father be disappointed if he found out that I'm beginning to get fed up with these overly busy nights?

It hasn't even been half a year since my thoughts were the polar opposite. I wasn't consumed by confusion nor frustration. Followed by my indecisiveness. I didn't have to think about the problems that could potentially affect my title. To be honest, there was none besides striving to be superior to everyone else.

To be considered truthfully worthy in his line of view.

In the end, this escorts me back to the same conflicted thought. What decision am I going to take? Which limited option would even be the precise one?

I took out my phone noticing there's still no reply. I sigh in disappointment. Going the extra lengths to get a hold of your number, and for what? To be possibly left in the blocked list. Why are you ignoring my existence that's desperate for recognition to your empty eyes? Why did you secretly sign to keep my distance?

Can't you see, I'm genuinely worried about you Mia? Especially now that I know who you're related to.

When I was going to place my phone away, There was a sudden notification that made me have a bit of hope, but was left in disappointment. I was going to discard his message, but I'm sure Father had a say in this. He wouldn't just message me, unless it was crucial. As much as I wanted to pull off the: I had no service bullshit excuse, to piss him off, I couldn't. And here I thought I finally had more than enough spare time to make an uninvited visit.

I extend my bruised up fist, and glance at the coin for the last time. Slightly smirking, I take my leave towards the abandoned bike station below to finish up my current task.

"I'll allow it just this once."



I creeped into the alleyway avoiding any attention to be drawn towards me. It's already close to being two in the morning.  If it weren't for that mild delay, I wouldn't be so far behind schedule. Sighing my frustration out, I put my cigarette aside. Now to proceed with the night's next obstacle.

How exactly am I going to deal—.

"You're late."

He showed up sooner than I expected him to. He should have still been more than a few rooftops away, waiting patiently at the gathering location.

"It was a last minute meet up. How do you expect me to appear on time when I was across town finishing up another task?"

He didn't answer, because he knows I have a point. I'm more than certain I'm probably going to need some painkillers after the bloody moon finally sets.

"Now, why the sudden invite? Last time we ran into each other, you labeled me as unworthy." I add realizing too late.

This comment was unnecessary. The last thing I need tonight is to piss him off.

"We're short on pursuit from the sudden turncoats."

He scoffs taking a few steps towards the official marked location.

"The head Chief thought it would be a resourceful approach for you to gain learning experience. So don't bother thinking so highly of yourself. You're still a basic amateur in training."

"Is that jealousy I sense? Or am I interpreting this incorrectly? If you need someone to blame, Blame him for this." I paused, knowing I couldn't keep my mouth shut. "But who knew he would find me trustworthy at such a young age."

Now I should really stop irking him before I end up with a broken bone again. His short temper isn't something to deal with. Once he gets enraged, the pits of hell will rain upon you.

I can't believe my mother was so close in naming him Hades.

There wouldn't be a difference if that would have happened. A god and a mortal sharing the same personality traits. I think that's the last thing we need in this reality. Great, now I'm getting all geeky with this mythology stuff my Mother was obsessed with. Though I'm beginning to comprehend why my eldest brother got stuck with that sunshine name.

Meanwhile, I'm just Ray. Her love for her third child really faded, and it shows. Did it really take me this long to realize this?

I back down a few steps when I hear his hand gun unlocking. He must have gone through a really shitty night to end this incense.

"I don't plan on being the mature one here," I found myself saying, ready to dodge a mere bullet. "But I believe tracking down subjects 22-23 is more important than getting my body pierced, and possibly be left crippled—."

He suddenly shoots, alerting my now vastly beating organ. From pure instinct, I tilt my head to the side, sharply perceiving the bullet passing by me. It wouldn't have hit me if I didn't dodge at all because, surprisingly, it wasn't for me.

Once I looked over my shoulder to see what he was aiming, a silhouette fell from the neighboring rooftop. How did he sense the assassin so fast?

And why did I fail to do so?

"Your senses are inadequate. Have they always been this futile?"

He places his weapon away.

"At this rate that trust Father has on you, will promptly fade."

He walks off. Alerting the guide through the line. All while I stood there having difficulty understanding my lack of perception.

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