*Clack*
The sound of a plate rattling in the kitchen, Debbie and Nolan turned to see their son, a knife in hand and a plate cut in half.
"Sorry, I'll clean it up" Thoya took the two pieces of his plate and the remains of the pancakes now filled with the small pieces of porcelain from the plate. He got up to put them in the garbage can and walked past his parents without looking at them and out the door.
Debbie looked at her son's back with concern, clasped her hand to her chest and looked at her husband.
I'm worried about Thoya, he's going through a difficult time right now, I can feel it. I shouldn't have agreed to you dragging him into this whole hero thing."
"We had to, you know. He awakened his powers when he was only 5, how would you expect him to survive and fit into a society where every move could kill a normal person?" Nolan looked reassuringly at his wife, with all the stress she was under, dark circles beginning to form under her dark eyes.
"It's just me who's worried about their future, afraid they'll feel left out. Do you think Mark will awaken his powers soon too?" Debbie's voice gets smaller at the end, as if this subject is likely to create tension.
Nolan doesn't answer, just presses his wife a little harder into his arms. He thinks back to what Cecil had just said to him and thinks.
"Just a little while before we see if Mark awakens his powers, otherwise..."
Nolan sighed and Debbie did the same.
"Time will tell..."
*ploc*
*ploc*
*ploc*
The sound of dripping water echoed off the 4 walls of the bathroom. Those same droplets of water falling from the showerhead into the bath, creating small ripples on the surface that reverberated on the body lying in it. Thoya, his face devoid of emotion, was fixed on the ceiling, only the constant sound of water falling as he breathed could be heard.
*fooch* *splash*
Thoya lowered his eyes and focused on the hand that had just surfaced from the water. A small drop ran down his right hand, then onto his wrist, and continued down his forearm before ending up in the bathtub.
*ploc*
*ploc*
"please! i can do anything you want; i can go to the police if you want!"
*ploc*
"I have a lot of money!"
*ploc*
*splash*
"I-I can"
*thumb*
A head rolled and a man's last words could be seen and heard in what appeared to be a warehouse or storage room. Dusty shelves and cargo crates were the most common objects in the place.
*ploc*
The noise of the fans and the cockroaches roaming around were the only sounds to be heard.
*ploc*
A new noise was added, similar to a droplet falling into a flac. This now omnipresent noise adds a sense of order to the warehouse, the only indication of order in this...
Massacre
Bodies, heads, limbs, arms, legs, bits of brain litter the walls and shelves, creating a scene of pure macabre.
*Ploc*
A young boy, 13 years old, stood in the middle of this massacre, his white body glove stained red on his arms and torso. His hair, abysmally black with small white dots at the ends, recalled the emptiness of space.
Protect, today I followed Dad's orders, I succeeded in my mission?
The boy looked around, the light from the bulb, the only remaining light in the warehouse, creating a concentric circle around the boy and the body of the last man alive.
The silhouettes of ripped-off bodies and limbs tried as best they could to hide, as if even in death, they were afraid of the boy.
*ploc*
Another drop of blood fell into the puddle at the boy's foot.
The boy's hand, filled with the blood of all the men he'd just slaughtered.
*tap*
a hand came to rest on his shoulder and in less than a millisecond, the boy turned to see a shadowy figure in a cape?
"I'm seriously disappointed in you Thoya, I told you to be quick and you wasted time being diplomatic." The shadow spoke, but his mouth movements didn't match what the shadow was saying.
"It's true, you should be quicker in your mission" The shadow appeared this time to his right.
"Yes, and did you protect the hostages?" The shadow point is finger and the boy turned towards the back of the warehouse where lifeless bodies were tied to chairs, a man and two women, all three without faces, flayed by the corpses around them.
"It's not true! I've succeeded in my mission! I've killed all the bad guys and saved two of the five hostages!" The boy's angry voice rang out, then he pointed to the other two chairs with ropes at their feet. The shadow turned away from the chairs to look down at the boy.
"Are you sure?"
"Shut up!"
*BOOOOM*
The boy in white threw a punch at the shadow and turned into smoke, but it wasn't just the shadow that turned into smoke, but half the building. Finally out outside, we can see that this warehouse is located on a quay, the waves crashing against the harbor walls creating a gentle melody.
"Haa, haa, haa, I've succeeded in my mission." the boy's jerky breathing and mumbling continued for a while before calming down as he looked up at the moon, or the one if not completely full.
He turned away and looked at the rubble on the ground before seeing himself in a shard of glass, destroyed from the building from which he had just emerged.
Black eyes looking at Thoya, emotionless eyes where drops of madness swirled. Hair containing stars but unable to shine, stuck in a world of mud.
*Ploc*
Thoya stopped staring at himself in the bathwater, stood up, opened the stopper and let the water run out. He took a towel, dried himself off and put it around his waist, tying his hair, now long enough to reach his lower back, into a knot so that none of his movements would be in the way.
Thoya exited the bathroom before running into Mark, the two of them stopping in the corridor before Mark nodded, followed by Thoya, who pulled back to let his brother pass.
"I'm off! See you later! "Mark's eyes grew smaller and smaller as he ran down the stairs and opened the door to join his friend William.
*Clack*
The sound of 2 doors closing, both by people with very different fates, but who in the end would never part...
ever...
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and that all for today, see you next time, hero...