50 Eyes of disgust. (1/2)
I just hope that the queen understands my intention, because there has to be at least some sort of pay off. Otherwise, I get all these strange gazes for absolutely no reason. I did not wait for them to position themselves, so I kept on moving to see which kind of pattern or tactics they use.
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 passion, 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 hell 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.