Chapter2
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'Do- you- wish- to- live?'
Was my mind playing tricks on me, once again, I couldn't help but be perplexed.
Was this some sort of cruel joke from the afterlife? I couldn't tell.
But those words...
Those words filled me with hope; whether it was a prank or not, the fact that I was already dead was certain.
That much I could tell.
I slowly reached out my trembling hands, my teary eyes, but blurry, as it adjusted to the scenery.
"Y-Yes... I want... I.. I want to live, I want to see my family, just once."
The gold-crafted words remained unchanged, and for a few seconds, nothing happened.
Until it did.
The words dispersed into gold motes, dancing across the void with a tranquil grace before coalescing together to form words once more.
'The-price-for-power-is-never-cheap. To-gain-something-another-must-be-lost, are-you-willing-to-lose-yourself-to-save-your-life?.'
The words sounded ominous, but then again, I wasn't exactly in a position where I was free to refuse. I wanted to live, even if it meant threading the wrong path, even if it meant selling myself out to a demon or an unknown existence. I needed to live, not because I wanted to cling to life without purpose.
No, I'd already lost that, Juliana —no, Camille. I was going to make them all pay; they needed to suffer for ending my family.
If it were me alone, I wouldn't have felt this way, but now I can't, like a burning lava smothering my throat, the inexplicable feeling or anger didn't die down, not even after death.
Even killing wasn't enough to soothe my ire; I wouldn't be satisfied with just killing. I would make them suffer so much that they'd wish they were dead, and when their end finally approaches, they'd wish to be spared the torment that would follow.
'I swear, Camille, you will regret the day you and your accused family decide to tear apart my life.'
Without hesitation, I answered.
"Yes, I don't care what you are, a go, a demon, whatever it is that you are, I don't care, if it means return just to kill those bastards, then I'd gladly do it."
My voice echoed within the dark space, and once again it was silent.
Well, in truth, it was always silent.t I was the one talking, and only my voice could be heard. The unknown entity was speaking to me using those words in golden motes.
The silence lingered.
For a heartbeat or two, there was nothing, then...
I felt it, a subtle movement within the void, but it was too late.
Before I could even realize it, the void had devoured half of me, already reaching up to my torso, just a few inches away from my chest area.
"W-What is this? What are you doing?" I called out.
But there was no response.
I remained that way, and my panic only grew.
I stared down at myself, my expression taut.
The void was swift; it was already eating at my neck when the gold motes returned. However, what followed next stunned me greatly.
'You-who-was-once-dead-will-be-revived-at-the-cost-of-your-humanity-everyone-has-their-seperate-trails. You-will-no-longer-be-able-to-feel-emotions, with-exception-being-only-rage-and-the-desire-to-kill'
As soon as the words formed together, I felt the cold embrace of the void kiss my skin like the frigid caress of an emotionless mother.
My sight turned dark, and my world was enveloped in darkness.
Night came.
But a never-ending one.
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Cold!
That was the first word that came out of my lips.
My lungs were burning, but not in a manner one would expect; it was an effect, or rather a testament to attest to the fact that they got rid of my corpse by leaving me to die within the lake.
The fact that not even the prison warden did anything even after my death meant that they were all in on it.
The mere thought of it made my mind burn with hate, and like a possessed being, I began walking with no direction in sight.
But was I really walking? I couldn't tell.
It was my body, no doubt, but at the same time, it felt like it wasn't mine.
If it were up to me, then I wouldn't even be moving; however, I wasn't in control of my own body.
Hate... I felt hateful, like a machine with only one purpose, I continued.
Minutes trailed, crossing into hours, and only then was I finally able to see the vast silhouette of the juvenile center.
It was as busy as always, inmates moving about the fields, with the same damned hierarchy system.
The stronger ones prey on those weaker than them but avoid confrontation with those they deem above them.
Funny, isn't it? They bully the weaker ones, preaching about strength and whatnot... And if we didn't like it, then we should become strong, or so they said.
Maybe they're right, despite the absurd hypocrisy; they were right, the weak get preyed on without the choice to retort.
I, too, was one of the bottom feeders, as someone who only stuck to my mother and sister, helping out whenever I could. I never had the opportunity to get into intense fights, so naturally, I had no say when I got into the juvenile center.
However... It matters not, at least not anymore.
I was already killed once, and before that, I was hit, stabbed, tortured, and bitten to death.
This time... I won't be the one to feel pain, I won't be the one begging pathetically and cowering before them.
Hierarchy system be damned, weak or not.. this time they'll be the ones to feel pain.
I won't leave a single one of them alive.
- Writer
