Promise? Chapter 9
Fuggin Sandy :B
Chapter 9: Hurricanes Lulz
I woke up with the howling ringing in my ears. I tried piecing together what had just occurred but my mind was in a blank. I couldn't think like usual; it felt like someone had just punched me in the gut.
The figure is his mother? Why would she kill his dad? In her letter, it sounded like she had no hate or anger towards him. And then there was Saladin, which I'm assuming is the boy which theoretically means that my real name is Saladin. He seemed so much more... evil than ever before. It's like the entire time he spent training was growing more and more demonic. So if we piece together everything that has happened so far and assume that the boy in my dreams is me as well as the dreams having a relevance to my past, we can determine that: I lived with my father in Sei-an city, before my birth, dad was with the figure that murdered him and they created me. If the figure is a demon, which I can pretty much determine to be true, then it would explain my appearance as a human as well as my demonic powers. After she gave birth, my mother ran away. Afterwards, we lived in the city for so many years until I was about eight or nine when she came back and murdered dad. I swore revenge on her, and went to train with Onigiri-sensei after his funeral. After about 5 years of training, I graduated from the dojo and even then I couldn't beat her. I went back to my old house in a rage, destroying things all over the place. I then discovered the truth about my mother and flew into an even fiercer rage. If this is true, it would explain that birthday night. Even though, why would she murder him? It doesn't make any sense!
Ammy was curled up by my side; thank god she got off of me. I rose from the futon and looked outside. It was still dark out. I decided to try and get more sleep.
The boy looked a bit older now, and even darker. He still had his long black bangs and red fox eyes. The only thing that seemed missing was his determined look. Instead it was replaced with one of hate, one of anger. The boy looked around the age of 16, maybe 17. The boy was in the city in the farmers market. He sat at one of the benches and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a note which read, "If you want revenge, come find me in the farmers market tomorrow at 5." It was signed -Mom. And so the boy waited, and waited until a woman appeared in front of him. The boy instantly recognized her and summoned his blade. The woman responded, "Uh uh uh, we're going to play a game. If you can guess who I am from the row of people that I will show in front of you, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. If you don't pick me, you will lose your one chance at payback. If you refuse to play my game, then you will also lose your chance. Deal?" The boy replied, "Deal, but how will I know if you are actually in the game or not? How will I know if the person I pick is you?"
"Well, I'll tell you of course. And why would I leave? It's not like you'll actually find me."
The boy growled in reply, "Fine, go. I want to begin."
So the woman vanished and appeared a row of people, all commenting on how confused they were from the sudden transportation. The group included a small boy, a young woman, an elderly man, a pregnant mother, and a father who was calling out for his son. They were bound by some magic that the woman most likely casted. The boy, without a second thought, sliced through the group of people in one swing. The screams carried all through the market place and the five people were all dead, killed instantly. The boy sheathed his weapon and waited for some indication that he won the bet. The woman appeared in behind him, shaking her head. "Now now, was that really necessary?" said the woman. The boy turned around and replied, "Did I win?"
The woman smiled wickedly, "Yes, yes you did. Congratulations for winning, hope it was worth it." Said the woman as she vanished into thin air. The boy was shocked, and he noticed that in the space that she was previously inhabiting was another note. The boy picked it up and it read, "Didn't daddy ever tell you not to trust strangers? This was your last chance, so sorry."
The boy's eyes flickered and the dark aura surrounded him. Then he went on a rampage, killing random civilians in the area with just a flick of his wrist. The guards tried to stop him but they did nothing. He must have killed about 50 people before a familiar man used his power to stop him. They arrested the boy and he was taken to the jail. The bodies lay on the ground, bodies of parents, couples, and children.
I woke up shaking, sweat beading down my face. Ammy and Issun were both up and stared at me. I couldn't stop shaking. I...killed....all...those...people.... I murdered....kids... I can't....I couldn't of....
I got up and went straight for the door, I heard the others calling for me but I didn't listen. I ran outside to the field where I was the other day and I had my knees to the ground, hands holding me up from the dirt with my head hung low. I needed some time to think, I couldn't be near other people right now. Their screams were ringing in my head and they wouldn't stop. I threw up, still feeling nauseated. Is this...real? Did I really...kill all those people?!
Maybe I've been wrong all along; maybe my dreams aren't really my memories. They could all just be a coincidence. If it really was me, I wouldn't kill innocent people...
Right?
.....
Right?!
Maybe the monkey was right; maybe I am just a monster needing to be purged. Maybe he knew what I had done and tried to achieve justice. I have to get to the city, I need to know if all this is true or not. What do I tell the others, though?
"I don't want to be alone..."
What? I didn't think that... but it's true, I don't want to be alone. But if I lie to them and they find out, the likelihood of them leaving me increases. Gah! How do I tell someone that I've murdered dozens of people?
In the midst of my thinking, I felt something nuzzle against my neck. I looked and saw Ammy there, she looked at me worriedly and looked like she was going to ask something but instead, she just shook her head and continued to nuzzle my neck. I noticed that a tear rolled against my cheek out of nowhere. I wasn't worried or sad, I was just confused and scared. I wiped the tear away and stood up, wiped the dust off my clothes and said, "Sorry, I'm ok now. Where's Issun?"
Ammy looked up at me and said, "He's checking us out of the room, we packed your stuff while you were sleeping so don't worry about that. Yu..."
I started to walk, but the thought of lying to them kept me back, "Yeah?"
"What happened?"
I hung my head to the ground and tried to think of a way to explain the easiest way possible. The saddest thing was that the easiest way was the hardest. Ammy saw my look and she told me to sit down over by some rocks farther into the clearing. I just nodded and followed. After we sat down, Ammy to the left of me, Ammy just stared at me waiting for my answer. Her look told me that I wasn't getting out of this without at least revealing something.
Well, here goes everything.
"Ammy, before I begin, please realize that everything that has occurred in my memories could just be a coincidence and have no relevance to my past at all. That being said, if it really is glimpses at my past...then that will be revealed when we get to the city."
"Last night, I dreamed that the figure that killed the boy's father was actually the boy's mother, who was a demon. The one the boy swore revenge against was his own mother. When the boy found this out, he flipped. Then a few years later, he was given one last chance at revenge by the mother, who gave him a test. The test was that she would summon 4 people in a row and 1 that she was disguised as and if the boy could guess who she was, he'd win and get his revenge. The boy...he...."
Why can't I say it... I've spoken in the third person so she would ignore that maybe the boy was me but I ruined that with my stutter. Damn it!
But Ammy wasn't fooled, it was obvious by the look she had. She knew that the likelihood of him being me was very high. She held her face low while I finished.
"Ammy, he killed all of them. He killed them all in one swing. He...had no remorse from it. He enjoyed it! Then....then...his mother...was still alive. She teased him by leaving him a note as she vanished that said he failed. He went insane and started killing more people! Women, children, mothers, fathers, it didn't matter. He killed them ALL."
By this point, I was sobbing. I wasn't the type of person that cries but I just couldn't stop it. I ruined the lives of so many people...and I enjoyed it! I didn't want to exist. I didn't deserve to exist. I dropped to the ground again, still sobbing.Ammy was still there, just sitting, thinking of how to punish me most likely. After about ten minutes, I finally stopped. I hated myself for crying, I hated myself for doing it in front of others, I hated myself for existing. I wanted to die. At least then I couldn't hurt any more people.
"Let's go." I heard Ammy say.
"What?"
"You said it yourself that the chance of you being the boy is still a chance."
"And what if it turns out I am?!"
"Then make it right."
"How can I possibly make up for murdering dozens of people!?"
"Try something, hell, you've probably already given up! You probably think that you shouldn't exist, right!?"
I hung my head, this time in both shame and anger.
"You can't just give up and want to die all because you THINK you've done something wrong. Even if you did, you really think dying makes anything better!? You think that you die, and everything's ok? What about me and Issun? What about us, your friends? How do you think we'll feel if you just disappeared? I hate to break it to you Yu, but you exist. That's not changing, not while I'm around. So pick yourself up and let's go."
She's right, god I never thought I'd get scolded by Ammy and actually feel like I should have been. Even if I didn't exist, even if I were dead; it would fix nothing and shame the lives I took. I have to fix it, and disappearing won't do the trick.
Sei-an City, that's where it'll all make sense. That's where I will know the truth, know how to spend my life, whether it be making up for my crimes or helping prevent them.
And if it turns out to be all true in the end, then I'll just have to commit my life to fixing it.
That's a promise.
-END OF CHAPTER!-
Hurricane Sandy, stop taking down all mah gawd damn trees!