5 Damnation of the Sovereign (2/2)
”Ok then, in a count of three” The goddess, like a high class-trained musician, sat on the edge of the bench, her back, straightened and her arms relaxed with her hands in front of them. She then graciously started playing the instrument while counting backward, one tone at each count...
”3”...
...”2”...
As she was moving closer towards the last, she raised one of her hands looking like, she was preparing to showcase a bit of her authority over nature.
.....”1”...
”SNAP!”
What I later heard was her fingers' loud snap that echoed through the living room. And then everything around turned black and white.
In the pitch monochrome scenery, there was utter silence except for a whimsical melody that sounded like the tick-tocks of a clock. And then...there were these loud consecutive chimes.
”BONG!... BONG!... BONG!... BONG...”
At the fourth loud bong, the gray scenery returned to normal and my brother, who was a minute ago, frozen in the chains of time starts gasping for breath desperately as if he was deprived of air being frozen that entire time.
”You well?”
”Cough-cough.” He got into his knees and started panting for air. It looked like as if he was strangled by some unseen force that introduced him an inch to death. With heavy sobs and sweat running down his face he got back on to his feet and with difficulty.
” Wha- cough. W- what happened?”
”Oh, don't worry brother. I just got help from someone unexpected. I am alive and well.”
”Wha...what are you talking about? ” He said, baffled of the situation.
”Now, this is the real face of a devastating confusion” After all, who wouldn't be? I guess anyone who's in the same predicament as this cannibal here, will also react the same.
Moreover, now is the perfect opportunity for the greatest and most satisfying ricochet of the time- frozen bullets.
”Wait, I shot you! How come you-y-...” With unequivocal confusion, he then examined the gun he was holding, supposing that it has some kind of defect as it failed to kill me in its three fired attempts.
”With all honesty, I can testify that the deadly weapon your holding is in fact...working”
”Then you should have died seconds ago!” With desperation, he checked the gun again looking stupid.
I never imagined that my brother was like this. No, not at all. Usually, he would act fit as the next heir of our family. He was excellent in both academics and extracurricular. Everybody expected good and anti-mediocre outputs from him. Yet, looking at him at this angle has proven his admirers wrong. He wore a mask that many of us failed to unravel. A mask of deception and blatant intent of havoc.
Prior, I would consider him as my greatest pedestal of identity. I wanted to be like him, and to surpass him at things he liked doing would be like the greatest achievement of the recent. But today, all I see is a demented animal, let out from the dog yard.
Most hailed man in the Cendrillon Aristocracy, I, Jaiden Cendrillon shall demonstrate to you, the proper art of killing someone, who has unquestionably done you wrong...