Astrogia

Lethargy

As much as he loved the water Preston wasn't a fan of being surrounded by water twenty four seven. The only reason he agreed to this trip was because his mother cried when he refused the seventh time she asked him to. It wasn't that he was afraid of the water Preston just felt that there was some deeper connection he had with the water almost as if him and the water were one.

He left his room on his parents' yacht and went up,onto the deck to get some fresh air. The sun was bright that day and his mother seized her opportunity to work on her tan. She wasn't his real mother she was his stepmother but she never made him feel like she wasn't her son. His real mother passed away when he was twelve due to a bad accident and his father married this lady three years after. He tore his eyes away from his stepmother and saw his father in the makeshift kitchen mixing a fruity drink for the three of them. He walked over to the railing and sighed looking out at the open water.

"Preston if you continue to act that way then you're gonna scare all the mermaids away." A colorful drink in a fancy glass was held in front of his face and the aroma made his mouth water a little.

"Can't you let that go dad? I was three when I told you that. I'm eighteen now and I don't believe in mermaids." Preston took the glass and frowned when he tasted no alcohol in it.

"Yeah but it always brings a smile to your face when I say it. We're on a family vacation just the five of us. At least try to act like you're having fun." His father gave him a small smile. And Preston chuckled.

He had forgotten about his younger sister and the dog Lucy in the space of one night. "Right. Sorry. I'll try to be more exciting when I can be bothered."

Preston's father sighed and pat his son on the back before heading to the spot his wife was in.

"Preston?" The boy looked down when he heard his name and saw his younger sister looking up at him with big bright blue eyes. "Can you play with me please?"

He wanted to say no but his mouth moved before his thoughts did. "Sure Adayla. What are we playing?"

"I'm a beautiful princess warrior and you're the evil wizard that wants to take over my kingdom!" Preston blinked at her words and made a mental note to keep her away from anime.

"Well Princess Adayla either you hand over your crown to me or I'll destroy the whole kingdom!"

"Never Preston The Great! You'll never have my crown! Take this!" Adayla thrust her little arms forward and a loud bang went off with her. "What was that Preston?"

Preston looked up to see his stepmother standing from her chair. His eyes wondered to the floor and he saw his father laying on the floor in a pool of blood. "Dad?! Mom what happened?!"

"Shut up you brat!" His stepmother turned to face him with a gun in her hand. "I've had enough of this pretending shit. All he had to do was sign me on to be legal business partner and he'd still be alive but no. He had to make it hard for me. Now he's dead."

Preston felt Adayla hold onto the back of his shirt tightly. He felt her small hands shaking and heard her whimpering. Of course his stepmother would choose now to show her true colors. He looked around for anything he could use as a weapon but everything was too far away from him. He set his sight back on his stepmother and saw her hanging up a phone.

"Listen brats you both can either pretend that your father was killed by a stray bullet or you can share the same fate as him. Either one is fine with me." The woman turned her back to pick up her cover up and felt an object wiz past her head. Without looking she held her hand back and fired off two rounds. She heard the little girl scream and a sound similar to when she would throw her shoes at the dog. "Well Preston. Either you aim properly this time or you go along with my story. Which will it be?"

Preston stared at his sister on the floor while her lifeless eyes stared back up at him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to kill the bitch that killed his family. He didn't dwell on his feeling long when he felt something smack his cheek. He looked up and stared into cold eyes watching as his stepmother pointed her gun at him.

"Time's up." Another loud bang filled the air and a loud thud followed.

Preston opened his eyes and found himself unscathed and saw a man with black hair holding onto the bullet mean to kill him. He looked at where his stepmother once was and found her on the floor. She didn't look like she was dead but she didn't look like she was alive either. "Who are you?"

"I happened to be swimming and saw this psychopath about to kill you. Good thing I got here in time." Ophiuchus threw the bullet towards the woman and smiled at Preston. "I can take you away from all of this. I can give you a happy life. You only have to do one thing for me in return."

"Why should I trust you? What kind of person catches a bullet fired from a gun? You have to be a demon." Preston inched away from the man slowly until his back met with the boat's wall.

"I assure you I am not a demon. In fact you and I are very much alike."

"Liar! I'm nothing like you. Leave me alone!" Preston covered his ears with his hands and closed his eyes.

Ophiuchus simply bent down in front of the boy and touched his forehead. He saw the boy's limp body heading for the ground and caught him before he could fall. "You don't get much of a choice. Now to find the last one." Ophiuchus disappeared into the shadows with Preston and left behind his symbol burned into the boat. The symbol shone in the sun light then burst into flames along with the boat, burning everything and everyone on it.

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Haha double update. I'm proud of me. This chapter not so much but I'm proud of my regardless. Remember to vote and comment.