Missions from God: Pisces

Chapter 13

‘Amaliza’, an exclusive jewelleries shop for the elites in Crowbark Street has just tumbled down abruptly in public. Screaming, shrieking and mourning were heard; there are people taking this chance for robbery, people crying for help… a total chaos.

Taylor grinned as he merges with the darkness, no one has seemed to realise him and his plan has succeed. The shop has stumbled down, along with its occupants, along with Pisces… he touched the left side of his face, well hidden under his hair and felt the cool surface of his mask; the burning sensation is still there. Taking a final look at his masterpiece he turned around and became one with the shadows.

He could still remember the pain as William; the man in charge of delivering slaves to his chamber for retouches in the black market slash through his left eyes with his dagger in the mist of confusion; the very mist created by that girl, that exceptionally girl with otherworldly beauty. Pisces was her name.

Unable the withstand the pain in his left eye, he smashed into the dirty wall, he crawled his way through the filthy path into a equally foiled cottage, crouching down inside a small room where no lights could reach, he lifted off the silver mask hidden beneath his hair, revealing an enclosed eye ruined by a long, unhealed scar with flesh peeling off. The man lurking in the shadows with shaking hands gently stroked the fleshy scar and whimpered. He raises slowly on his kneel with an aid from the chair nearby to a bucket fill with water. He saw a figure with crimson hair, emerald eyes with one hand covering its left face staring back at him; it was a figure with outstanding beauty.

Slowly he let go off his left hand and revealed the disturbing left eye, the figure was no longer beautiful… with irritation, and Taylor dived into the freezing water. He didn’t care about the coldness or how it was filled with disgusting creatures, all he knew was that his eye, his beautiful, emerald eye is gone, his astonishing beauty is gone; nothing would ever be the same again… that’s why he wanted revenge. Revenge on the girl who has caused him so much misery.

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“Felix…?” Pisces sobbed as she crawled toward Felix, “Please be alright.”

“… P… Pisces…” Felix coughed up some blood, making him look even worse “Are… you … hurt?”

Pisces wiped away her tears but they just keep on flowing out “Your head is bleeding.”

Felix tried to pull up a smile to comfort Pisces, but a smile on a face half covered in blood seem to do no good with calming Pisces down. Pisces tried to rip the bottom part of her dress to stop Felix from bleeding, she has seen Gemini did it before when he got injured and it looked easy enough creating shreds out of his clothe. But why, why is it so difficult when it’s her turn, why can’t she even rip them apart?

Tears started to drop as Pisces realised her futile effort, she begin wiping the bloods of Felix’s face with her bare head, causing a bigger mess on both of them as she tried to wipe her hands clean with her dress. “Oh Felix, I’m scared” she snivelled.

Felix tried to open his eyes although he closed it almost immediately due to the bloods soaking into his eyes; he raised his hand slowly above Pisces’s head and gave her a little pat “We’ll be alright.”

Pisces buried her face into Felix’s cuddle, trying her hardest to believe him, if only… if only she was stronger… if only she could do something, if only… she tried to be positive like Sagittarius has always been regardless of the situation but she couldn’t, the fire and explosion has taken away all the water element in the air, she’s as useless as a human, in fact probably worse, a strength less human, she couldn’t even rip out a strand of her clothe!