Chapter 62 - An idiot (1/2)
In the small room, Aiden was resting on his bed, eyes closed. He was recuperating currently. He wasn't bloody or bruised, but he was mentally tired.
'Making sure you only defend and disarm your opponent during a battle is more taxing than I have thought.' he sighed wearily.
He was tired, but, at the same time, he was extremely happy. He banished 2 more Nightmare spawns, and resolved the issue with her mother and father, thus making progress. His quest objective indicator showed a proud 3 instead of the previous 1.
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Back about an hour ago…
”Pesky brat, who do you think you are to lecture me?! I'm not gonna stand for it anymore!”
The man bellowed and as he stood up, he pushed the middle-aged woman, the mother to the side.
”Get out of my way! I will show him today that he shouldn't have messed with us!”
”Don't do it!”
”SILENCE!”
*SLAP*
With a loud slap, he silenced the woman who was now on the ground with reddened cheeks, on the verge of crying because of frustration, sadness, and worry. She didn't know what was happening to her husband, he never acted this way, aggression was something he detested all his life. Now suddenly being so overly aggressive, was very out-of-character for him. Yet, she couldn't do a thing.
”Aiden just run! Don't let him get to you!” she shouted at the boy.
Aiden, who was standing and facing the slowly approaching raging bull of a man, smiled and while not taking off his focus of the threat, he calmly said.
”Don't worry, mother. I am more than enough to handle him. Rest assured nobody will get hurt, and I will force him to regain his senses.”
Hearing his words, her mother wasn't sure how to react. He felt the confidence in his voice, and while she couldn't believe it, she couldn't help but nod her head.
At the same time, his father, upon hearing his words, he felt his rage soar even higher than before.
”How dare you still look down on me?! You can 'handle' me? We will see about that!”
As he was already in front of the boy, he suddenly swung the knife towards Aiden's throat.
While the speed his father used was higher than the average human of this world, it was still like slow-motion in Aiden's eyes.
'I guess his strength and speed have increased because of the Nightmare. No matter, it is still a far cry from me. I will have to make sure to not hurt him, and just tire him before I disarm him. I have to shake his will to have any chance on waking him up.'
Looking at the approaching blade, Aiden simply leaned back avoiding it by a hair's breadth.
Seeing how easily his attack was avoided the man growled in anger and stroke again, drawing a horizontal arc around Aiden's chest area.
Aiden once again, simply leaned slightly to the back, using minimal effort to once again, barely avoid the tip of the blade.
Cutting nothing but air once again, the middle-aged man grew frustrated.
”STOP DODGING! FACE ME LIKE A MAN!” he bellowed.
His next attack was a thrust, once again around the middle of Aiden's chest.
The attack was, once again, only met air, as Aiden leaned to the side, still not left his original position.
Frustration bubbling in the middle-aged men, he repeatedly slashed and thrust with his knife, only to cut, slice, and thrust the air each and every time.
As time passed, so did the limited stamina the middle-aged man was blessed with. The slices lost their power and the thrusts became weaker, but no matter how hard he tried, he never managed to cause any harm.
”ARGH! I CAN'T EVEN DO THIS RIGHT!” finally the frustration reached its peak, and while dropping the knife, he also fell to the ground. His frustration slowly turned to silent sobs, as he buried his face into his hands.
”I'M A FAILURE! I'M NOTHING BUT A FAILURE!” He cried out. Raising his head slightly, he looked at the knife on the ground, and as a dark thought crossed his troubled mind, he suddenly reached out for it.
”I DON'T DESERVE ANY OF YOU. I'M A FAILURE OF A MAN AND AS A FATHER!” with that he thrust towards his heart hoping to end his bleak existence.