Chapter 229
Chapter 229 of "The Villain's Story" begins revealing surprises: In a lavish room, filled with the colors of silver and gold, lay a grey-haired... Read on to find out!
In a lavish room, filled with the colors of silver and gold, lay a grey-haired boy, sulking in the corner.
A bow lay beside him, as the boy cried.
'His' voice was heard.
I stood there silently...looking at Henry.
His figure materialized... A golden-haired man wearing a metal mask, and possessing jade green eyes.
He sat on the bed, whilst looking at the crying boy.
[Our little Henry Fornum, A child who had the trauma of being Talentless.
A child born in the wrong time, in the wrong generation, overshadowed by his siblings...and most importantly his sweet, talented Brother.]
He said...and I stood still, silent.
[To have your entire efforts, your hard work all amount to nothing, because of someone else.
What would you feel?
To have the skill you spent so long to master...]
He said, picking up the bow beside Henry.
The bow disappeared into grey light...and He went over to henry.
[The trauma of being Talentless. The Trauma of Knowing that no matter what...You will never be recognized for your own efforts because of the presence of someone Greater.
Someone who overshadows, dominates your effort with pure talent.
A thousand hours it took one to perform, Mastered by another in a second.]
He lifted Henry's crying face, which was hidden in his knees.
...I did.
Yeah...I know.
The scenery changed. turning to dark...the last thing disappearing being Henry Fornum,
I know...Henry never...ever could surpa.s.s Ezra...despite doing everything.
A young girl, bound by chains...and a gag placed on her mouth so she could not scream.
A pink haired girl...witnessing horror.
'Serena...'
I thought.
He appeared again...and hs d.a.m.ned voice was heard again.
...I stared at her figure...her eyes open due to metallic contraptions that made her watch...'everything'.
The Sight of her helpless mother...the screams of her misery.
I turned to see the 'sight.'...but could not look at it.
My face scrunched up in horror and discomfort as I looked down...unable to witness it.
His voice tempted me to look at the poor child...forced to watch her mother be raped,defiled and tortured in front of her eyes...and being forced to watch.
[To see such a thing at such a tender age...such a traumatic event that made her mind go broke...after countless days of torture.
An event that broke her mind, an event that her brain shut down from her memory...but it was too late.
The girl...Serena Soubuelle...was gone!]
He held up her face...towards me...
The broken face...the emotionless eyes that still shed tears...and the face devoid of life.
[The trauma of being broken, The trauma of torture.
That broke the young mind of a girl that even the medicine of this age could not fix it.]
His smiling mask...as he held up her face...made my heart hurt...
The scenery changed...and showed Harrison Soubuelle sitting in a chair, with soulles eyes.
Outside of a room, and watching His daughter connected to a machine that examined her mental state from a window...and a machine that he himself made for his daughter...for her health.
Harrison's dead eyes...as he ripped his hair apart...
Harrison's voice rung out...and James laughed.
*Thump!* The beating of my heart resounded in my ears...unable to watch this sight.
A young man with bright red hair, a strong physique covered in sweat swung a sword countless times
Elijah Ardor...the Hero.
James said, laughing as he watched Elijah swing his sword tirelessly.
He said as he circled Elijah.
His voice rung throughout the room.
He danced around the room as he yelled out some of Elijah's t.i.tles.
He asked me...and I looked at him hate and contempt.
He declared as he raised his hands high up in the air... as the flames from Elijah's Swords flared up behind him.
...Elijah never won...
His smile creeped me out.
Elijah's tired figure fell on his knees...struggling to catch a breath.
He looked down at Elijah,s figure...gasping for breath.
His smile widened...and his voice seemed to be close...whispering in my ears even though he was so far away.
He laughed...and said.
He pointed towards me...the 'villain.'
But I knew...or thought it was at Ara.n.u.s who he was referring to...but was I wrong?
[In his case...the Villain won every time, And he only had to win once. A victory that was far away, A victory that didn't seem possible!
A fight against Impossible odds.]
His Sinister laugh...looking down at Elijah...who still continued to train even though I could see his body failing...wanting the sweet release of Rest.