Chapter 84 - 84. Back To Earth (1/2)
Time ticked as the drops of blood fell to the ground.
Mack, with complete dark clothes and two dark red swords by his belt, was chained in the middle of a dark chamber.
His foots didn't touched the ground, and the contrast between the chains and the dark room made the silhouette of Mack appear as enigmatic as the moon in the sky, one side full of darkness and the other bright as the day.
His head was down as if tired or unconscious, and sweat rolled down from his neck to his hair mocking the owner about his own fate, as if to anounce that a head should roll today.
Drops of blood mixed with sweat on the floor forming a pool below Mack feet, while the pungent smell seemed to permeate every corner of the small chamber.
But Mack was healing.
Healing too fast.
Normally someone would be happy about healing, but not Mack.. Because by the end of this what awaited for him was his death.
His doom.
There was nothing that could change this invariable end.
”Is that so?”
Asked him back to the voice in his head.
[What could you possibly do it?]
”HaHaHaHaHaHa”
[Kid, don't even think you are smart now just because you have grown a few muscles in the tower. The brain has no muscles]
”You watched me all those years, but seem to not know me.”
[...]
Mack, still with his head down, stood silent as if reflecting upon the choice of every single word he would say.
”Within the chaos of life I find myself, with nothing, thus nothing to abide.”
”Life and death, thus, I cast aside.”
”I may not be the master of my life but my death is mine to decide.”
[hm.... nice poem.... So you plan to kill yourself?]
”You know me, maybe better than I know myself. Tell me. Give me one reason that holds me here.”
[...]
Without an answer from his ancestor, the creeping silence in his mind and the thoughts about his unfortunate and bleak life until now made Mack ponder if someday things would change, or if he would always feel as if it was all in vain as always.
A bleak life.
Why he felt like that?
[You desperately wishing to die and me desperately craving to live. Yet, you would kill yourself before letting me win]
”HaHaHaHa”
”Indeed. What a dead lock”
[You and your dad jokes as always]
”I had the best teacher. My father.”
Thinking about his father again, and how that old man loved to tell bad jokes, made him nostalgic.
His father was the only thing that kept Mack living a sane life.
But now.
~sigh~
”Just end me already”
Said Mack in a saded voice.
The hair covered his eyes so no one ever saw that drop of tear that rolled from his eyes.
”I'm tired.”
Said Mack again to reaffirm his will.
”I will not kill myself. You can go ahead, maybe it's all fate for us to meet here. Because I have nothing that matter anymore. A perfect vessel for you, ha.”
[...]
”I just can't anymore. I'm tired! And sick of being tired.”
Said Mack, amidst tears that came from his solitude and the longing he felt for his father.
His rage was gone.
Only sadness remained.
He could never see that man again.
His father.
The only person who Mack loved in his entire life.
He was gone.
And today, Mack only wished for the pain to stop.
He didn't care anymore.
He stopped pretending that he was fine or strong.