BornAndTorn 50 Eyes Of Disgust.

The first thing I noticed is that the frontline consists out 15 men, acting in teams of 3. The rest just stood far behind and kept their distance. Now that is a good strategy, keeping me in check while the backline can use their magic efficiently.

If they can act confident in entrapping me after all the show I had pulled off, then they must have a very good plan or trust in their abilities. I was forced to wait. until my claws were laced in poison, because the current situation, could not get solved by mindless violence. I just hope that a small scratch is enough to incapacitate them.

The real danger is those kids in the back, who are just watching at the moment. Just being in the close proximity to that heat, made me feel really uncomfortable. There was a feeling of despair when I encountered it, though that fear did not stem from my brain, rather it was deeply rooted in each and every cell of mine.

If the response is already that strong, then I do not want to know what will happen when actual contact occurs. Rather I do not want to get to know the extent of such an event. Because from what I know, there has to be a viable reason for such a response.

As the horde came closer and closer I wondered why they had not used their magic till now. If they had used their magic, it would have narrowed the list of potential choices by a lot. But their action leads me to the conclusion that their goal was to entrap me first and foremost.

Even though they hated me with pa.s.sion, they still followed a plan. Seems likely that they are just here. so that the little girl can get her revenge. In hindsight, I should have killed her as well, if the outcome stays the same whether you provoke the bigshots or not.

After running for close to 20 seconds, I pulled out my fingernails and started to just stand still and waited for the fight. The cause for that was not the thrill of battle, rather it was the appearance of yet another group of people. I could instinctively tell, those people were different and not in a good way.

So I would rather duke it out against those minions, then risking a fight against them. Even though the group only had 5 members, a short look was enough to know that both of them were in different realms. Even the fire lady looked a bit awestruck upon seeing the group. Hesitation became visible but after seeing them not take any action, she was relieved and shouted with increased vigour.

I already forgot about the fiery lady and her henchmen, all my thoughts were revolving around that group of 5. Even as I got trapped in a cube of Earth, that every mage had infused their power in. I did not show any signs of reacting. Even as their boss began to laugh will of scorn. I did not care that she walked up to me, without any worry in the world. She might be holding a speech how she is here to get her honour back, what a menace to the world I am, she might as well try to tell me what she is about to do to me.

I could not care any less about her feelings and her honour. The only reason I still could see, because they left a small spot to see my surroundings and what was about to happen to me. Her triumphant look, that looks full of pride, the pure look of disgust. How could I ever forget the meaning behind an expression like that?

" I hate you" " I wish you were never born" " I hope you rot in h.e.l.l you degenerate" those phrases kept on resounding in my brain. My sister has always been really nice towards my end. The magic, that was thrown onto my face did not hurt, the pointing and ridiculing did not hurt. I am a social outcast I get it. The vision in my eyes got slowly replaced by pictures of my past. I saw how my parents lived on without me, the happiness in their eyes. There was no alcohol or violence anymore.

I saw how the girl I helped, turned into a fine woman. She had a nice job, a caring husband and 2 beautiful daughters. She lived in prosperity and did not any worry in the world. She was on her way to live a very fulfilling life. I was glad that she turned her life around.

The next scene was my funeral. It was a day full of rain and only a single person came to my burial. There was no need for a eulogy, but the priest still told about my "eventful" life. What a nice human being I was, the usual stuff. It was a bit ironic that the person that came to my burial, was the person that hated me from the deepest part of her soul. My sister stared at my open casket and asked the priest to be left alone for a while to say her goodbye in peace.

After the priest left, her face returned to the gaze I was most used to. It was a gaze of pure loathing, pure utter disgust. She looked at me like that and began to whisper to me.

" I have given you so many choices, you should have just disappeared out of our lives. You were always so focused on yourself, that you deliberately ignored the problems of others. You just moved away to not face our troubles anymore. Yet, even after you degraded to a parasite you had to the gall to appear in front of our eyes from time to time. It was all about the heritage, you needed it to fund that filthy lifestyle of yours."

"It would be a lie if I said that I never loved you, but those were the days of my early childhood. You did not see every tear of our mother, every beer father drank because he was under such high pressure. No, you just lived your life. As long as they provide you with money you were content and left them alone. I had to see it, I wanted to change it, I asked, begged and pleaded for you to see the errors in your way, but no you did not care."

"I had enough, my parents did not deserve such a fate, so I decided to sent you to the house you lived in before your death. I oversaw any step and made any contact impossible. But even after all the misery that our family suffered our father still loved you and send you money behind my back."

"You always acted like a real a.s.shole, but of course that was only on the surface. What do you take me for? Of course, I am able to see through that play of yours. You are the type of person I despise the most. WIth all your intelligence, what did you do what did you achieve? With all your possibilities you gave up when it did not turn into your favour. You still had the gall to treat me as if I am something better than you.

In school I was never really good, every result I got was by hard work. Yet, you were the point of focus for their affection, after all, you were their heir. Did you think, that the poor little girl would be satisfied by your attention alone? I wanted to prove myself not get approved just because I existed. But you had no strive, no compa.s.sion. I tried and tried yet it was never enough. But what did you do? You pushed me in the front, made me the focus of all the affection. Should I not be happy? Even after I got what I wanted, your shadow still loomed over everything I did. It is a war I just cannot win.

"I did everything just to get their approved and you just nodded and took it without any objections. How nice of you, but you did not see, how it is to be d.a.m.ned to live in your shadow. I still hear them saying, learn a bit more and you can be as good as your brother. Brother here, Brother there. I was so sick of hearing that. I just wanted to break that s.h.i.tty facade of yours to watch you slowly break and blame the world. I wanted to see, that you are as impure and filthy as I am."

" But even after I destroyed your livelihood, made you cut all your social ties and forced you to sustain your life by doing odd jobs. You still did not blame anyone. I was so close to breaking you, but that idiot had to f.u.c.k up and cause such heavy injuries to you. So I never got the chance to see you down. But now since you are gone, I can take the full heritage, without worrying about sharing something. I hope there is no afterlife, so I do not have to see you ever again."

So she was responsible for my demise. I am not angry just disappointed. She put all that energy into making me feel miserable, while she was the one suffering in the first place. She can finally be at rest after I am gone.

She just looked at me, with that face full of disgust. She was savouring the moment, was I really that despicable towards her? She just muttered one last thing to me. "Do not worry, about that little wh.o.r.e you brought from the streets, I will take care of her. I will enjoy crushing her till the very last"

I did not care what else she had to say, what her motivation was in doing so. She hurt her, HER. She, who did not do anything wrong? But you see her connection to me as a crime?

Something new appeared in front of me.

This place looked oddly familiar. It was the street, that I had lived in before I died. I saw my sister talking to me. I remembered now, we had talked about the girl I picked up from the streets only this one time. But with that eyes of pure disgust, you looked and me and said. "You should savour the moments, with her because you might never know when they end." That was the day before she left and never came back.

That d.a.m.n eyes I do not want to see them anymore.

I wanted to choke her, watch her suffer but I was obstructed by something. Blinded by rage I just punched the obstruction, so that I can reach her and rip out that d.a.m.n eyes of her. My whole body felt like it was melting, but I preferred to hurt her. Everything was aching, every felt like falling apart. But the sensation of grabbing her throat and slowly crushing it, made me forget about everything else.