Warning: sensitive content
Aria laid on the bed breathing heavily as Abigor finally pulled out of her after going god knows how many times. He kissed her heavily as his harsh breaths slapped against her flushed skin.
They laid side by side on the bed, their bodies intertwined with racing heartbeats. It was still early in the morning so they decided to laze around for a bit longer.
“Abigor?”
Aria asked while continuously looking up at her sky blue coloured ceiling and raising her arm up as if she was trying to touch it.
“Hm?” his reply came as he also raised his burly arm and intertwined their fingers together, her small fingers peeking out from his hold.
“How did you feel when you first killed someone?”
He turned to look at her while she continued staring at the ceiling and sometimes at their intertwined fingers.
“Why?”
She shrugged casually “Just curious”
“Terrible” he sighed as she slowly looked in his eyes, his eyes pooled with hidden sadness that was always somehow covered up with his ruthlessness “I felt terrible”
“Then why did you do it?” she asked. Now he stared at the ceiling blankly as he brought her hand interlaced with his, and kissed it gently.
“Father, what is this?”
A young Abigor asked his father as Draven made him stand in front of the blood-stained road with hundreds of dead bodies.
Some people’s heads were chopped off, some people’s hands were severed. An eyeball rolled down to where Abigor was standing and stopped right in front of his expensive shoes.
He stared down at it in horror as their doctors ran around the bloodied area and started treating anyone who could be saved.
“I’m showing you the reality, my son” Draven, his father, commented “You know why these people were killed?”
Abigor shook his head negative, finding it too hard to form sentences. The Spanish Mafia had surrendered to them after 2 long years of war for power. They had made a pact of peace so that this kind of war never happens in the future.
So Abigor didn’t know why there were still so many casualties.
“There was a bomb blast” his father commented as Abigor saw the destroyed cars and blood coating the cemented road red “Caused by the Spanish Mafia”
“But didn’t we just sign the peace treaty with them?” Abigor asked as he heard a ragged coughing and started following towards the source of the voice, his father following behind.
“They told us the location of the bomb they had planted after we had signed the Hayes-Paulo pact, but it was too late. They said they didn’t mean it” Draven said with contempt and balled up fists.
“Then we can also plant a bomb at their headquarters and don’t mean it” Abigor snarled as the coughing increased and he fastened his pace.
“No son, we’ve already gone through this. We will maintain the peace, what’s done is done” Draven said while lighting up a cigarette as he watched his son halting his movements and staring down at the weakly old body of a man coughing violently.
It was the old man Abigor would find roaming around, who he’d accompany back to his shabby house while talking about random things. The man Abigor had grown so attached to.
“DOCTOR!” he shouted while crouching down beside the old man’s bloodied form. A part of his head was blasted off and his brain was almost visible from outside. It was a miracle that he was still alive.
The doctor came rushing towards them and gasped at the condition of the man.
“TREAT HIM!” Abigor shouted with desperation “QUICKLY!”
The doctor started inspecting the injuries as Abigor felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at his father, blowing out rings of smoke carelessly “Son, it’s no use. Even if we save him now, he’d die in a few days”
“Boss is right, his ribs are crushed and his respiratory tract is ruptured” the doctor commented.
“NO-”
“Give it up Abigor. .” his father cut him off “. . we have our men and more young people to save, they are our priority right now. We cannot afford to save a hopeless life”
“NO-”
“STOP THINKING FROM YOUR EMOTIONS!” his father snarled angrily and grabbed the collar of his shirt, the burning end of the cigarette in his hand digging through his skin.
But Abigor didn’t move and glared straight at his father’s cold hazel eyes.
“You know what? I changed my mind” Draven said pushing Abigor as he stumbled a few steps back.
Draven pulled out his gun from his holster belt and handed it to his son. He pointed with his chin towards the dying old man “Kill him. Right here, right now”
The doctor crouching beside the old man flinched back and crawled away from their line of sight. While the lifeless body laid still, staring right through the young boy’s remorseful eyes.
“No, I won’t!” Abigor shouted while glaring at his father.
A loud sound echoed throughout the area as Draven slapped his son with his all might, the corner of his mouth started bleeding from the impact as Draven once again grabbed Abigor’s collar and pulled him closer
“DO IT ABIGOR, YOU PUSSY!” he roared in intense rage “KILL YOUR EMOTIONS WHICH SWAY YOU, EMOTIONS ARE USELESS!”
Something in the way he said it, Abigor just knew that his father brought him here. Intentionally.
“NO!” but Abigor wasn’t the one to back down as he pushed his father off of him.
His father’s rage intensified as he pulled out a knife from his pocket and pointed towards the man “If you won’t do it then I will and believe me when I say this, I will make it hurt a lot more”
Draven was a torture expert and he had passed on his skills to his son, but still, Abigor was nowhere near his father’s techniques of making people feel pain.
He broke down in cold sweat. Abigor had never killed anyone before this, sure he had tortured countless before but never pulled the trigger at someone.