Survive (Discontinued)

Chapter 35: Mikal's P.O.V

Suddenly I heard a loud crash and Stestial flipped backwards in midair. She was smart, skilled, and overall a formidable fighter. Where she had previously been sitting a knife laced with a green poison sat.

"Well, would you look at that?" Came the voice of a short man. He was chubby, short, had a big beard, and dark brown eyes with black hair. He looked a bit disturbing.

"Why are you here?!" I snapped at the man. He just simply looked up at me.

"Oh, forgive me, my name is Jacula, I've been ordered to take Stestial to Whikeria."

"What the heck is Whikeria?!"

"It's a place where all the bad people go. Hasn't she told you her past? Well, more like, two years ago."

"N-no! Don't you dare say anything Jacula! I know who you are. Don't you dare say anything. I will come with you but you have to promise me something."

"What is it?"

"You must make sure I have enough food for four."

"And why would I do that?!"

"Because I have three children and myself." She replied back calmly. I reached behind me when he wasn't looking to grab a blade but something grabbed my hand and wouldn't allow me to move.

'Remember, you can do nothing.'

"Well, is this true?" Jacula turned towards me to ask.

"Yes, they are my kids."

"Then you will be fed for four. The only problem is that they will have to be raised within the prison because they can not learn of their parents. One, killed a trainee by, supposed, accidents. The other had a soul inhabiting him."

"That gives you no right to take Stestial and that gives you no right to judge my kids! I have always been raised to judge someone by their character and what they do! Not by how they were raised or by their parents!"

"Oh but young boy, there is nothing you can do when the world is made up of people who breeze through life because mommy and daddy have given them a way to. My parents died before I was born, or so that was what I was taught. My parents had been killers, murdered thousands." He paused and I noticed Stestial looked down, he must be telling the truth. "I was raised within the prison but because my parents were killers they took that same ability in me and changed it to where I help instead of fight them."

"That's the point. Your parents weren't killers, they were good hearted people. When my mother killed an entire city she blamed it on your father, claiming, 'Oh, it was him, he flicked the kill switch.' Your father was kind, he was killed in cold blood because of my mother. When my father had accidentally messed up a lab experiment that killed fifty children, he blamed it on your mother. Your parents did nothing wrong but simply be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your parents were never killers, my parents were. I remember when my mother told me about you. She said, he's too sweet and kind, never gives us any trouble. Then she would turn around and say, 'I had to give him a dose of electricity for him to realize he needed to cry.'"

It was heartbreaking to hear this. To make it worse, Jacula places his hand on his cheek where I noticed a few burn marks were. Even after years he still has the scars.

"How old are you?" I finally asked.

"He's fifteen." Stestial answered me.

"Dude, how did you get that beard when you're only fifteen?"

"Oh man, that part was easy. Genetics indicated that I have thick hair and I'm an early bloomer. So, of course I have a thick beard."

•••••••••••••••Stestial's P.O.V•••••••••••••••

I watched as the two went from all serious to completely teenagers again, well, they still are but still. Mikal is almost nineteen and Jacula will turn sixteen in two months. They put their arms around each other and Mikal led him away from me. Obviously trying to save me but there was a reason Shadow said that he couldn't help me. I just have to wait here for their return. I knew what would happen if I disobeyed what she said. Something else would happen for me to be taken from him. I didn't want my last moments with him to be dark.