Timeless Hero Without a Goal

76th Tick: Gemini 7

It was a few weeks after the twins had escaped. Gira and Mini were beside a lake, washing up. Mini rubbed her long white hair, the red blotch not going away. Gira simply said, “it doesn’t really matter.”

She frowned and threw some water at him. He laughed and threw water back. They were still children, thirteen years old, but they could hunt, survive. Members of the Church were searching for them, so they mostly hung out in the trees high above. Their pursuers did not even think about looking up. They ran away as best they could, Gira always holding onto the possessions of his adoptive father.

“What do we do now?” Mini asked Gira.

“I don’t know.”

“Where’s mom?”

There was a long pause. “Not here.”

Mini rubbed her eyes and slumped herself over the branch. “I want to see mom again...”

“Me too...”

there was a c***k and Mini fell down, falling from the tree. Gira was too slow and was unable to reach out to Mini in time. She fell among their pursuers, the timing almost unnatural. Gira did not jump after, he was smarter than that. Mini was gagged and taken away. Gira panicked, he had simply left his sister to die only after a few weeks after their reunion. He tracked the men and followed them to the Church.

Mini was taken into the Church. And they announced, “Kill her.”

There was no hesitation in their commands, as if they had already planned everything. On the spot, a sword was plunged into Mini’s heart. She coughed out blood and struggled, the sword still through her chest. She squirmed in an attempt to free herself. The humans stared at her, shocked.

The man who gave the command shouted, “Burn her!”

She was moved to a different location where she was set on fire. Her skin burnt, the air she breathed in burnt. She scratched at her skin, her skin ripping away and regenerating again. She had just separated from her brother and all that had happened. The burning lasted ten minutes before she managed to crawl out, breathing heavily and scowling, wanting to kill the humans. The man scratched his head and shouted, “I heard from that family, she won’t die that easy! We need the other one, then they will die!”

Mini tried screaming for help, but oddly, despite having healed her skin and flesh and lungs, for some reason, she was unable to speak. She was taken into a room where a sole person stood, wearing a mask. He held a pair of pliers in his hands. Her voice returned not too long later, her vocal chords finally healing. Just in time for her to scream as her nails were pulled out. Her toes were crushed one by one, and her skin was peeled. She was held in place by two pegs hammered through her hands and into the wall. She screamed and screamed for three days, hoping and wishing her brother would save her.

Gira had not been doing nothing. In fact, he was forming strategies on how to save his sister. And three days after, he had rushed the last part of his plan and walked up to the Church, the guards noticing him too late. He held a mirror in his hands, reflecting the sunlight. The mirror curved, the heat itself being reflected and concentrated to a single point. It started with a single dying fire, but the results were extraordinary. The guards ran him through with their spears, but instead, they fell, dead. Gira walked into the Church casually, no one able to do anything to him nor stop the fire. He calmly made his way into the chambers, a mirror appearing at the entrance. No one could escape as the building shattered around them. Gira found the t*****e chambers and opened the door. The torturer looked at Gira, and Gira looked back at him. Seeing the state his sister was in sparked an anger inside him like never before. He walked over to the torturer and touched his forehead.

Gira’s ability was not to control mirrors, but to repel. He created an endless chain of repulsion inside the man, his internal organs being tossed around until he fell on the ground, vomiting blood.

He freed Mini easily enough and helped her walk out of the Church as it burnt around them. Gira felt repulsed by the humans at what they had done not only to their mother, but his sister. His hatred for humans did not settle for years to come. He walked out, the humans left inside to die slow painful deaths.

“I’m sorry.” Gira whispered as they walked out.

She shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. They walked in silence for a few more minutes. Gira said, “Where... should we go now?”

Mini did not reply.

“Say something...” Gira whispered. “Please, say something, anything.”

Mini could do nothing but stare at him. He grabbed her hand, tears flowing. He begged, “Please... say something. Blame me, praise me, anything at all. I feel so lonely...”

She patted his head, Gira unleashing his sorrow. They were twins with a deep connection, twins who share emotions and pain. They knew what the other would have went through. Gira knew what she had gone through. The t*****e had broken her. Days of screaming, days of crying, it only took less than three days. Continuous crying and screaming from pain, she had not only become numb to pain, she had another side effect. She, at some point, had simply stopped screaming. She did not speak, she did not produce a noise. She was unable to speak any longer. The t*****e simply made her subconsciously stop using her vocal chords.

Gira vented his sorrow, sorrow from the both of them. When the sun set, he was lying down. “Let’s go back home...”

Mini nodded in reply.

They set off that night, Gira carrying the package and they tried to find their origins, the island their mother was killed on.