75th Tick: Gemini 6
1008 Words
Memories returned to Gira. Not actual memories, more like sensations. He remembered the love and affection he felt. A blur image in his mind as he had opened his eyes. He remembered the warm embrace of his mother, her desperation that had led to her murder. She had treated them both like precious jewels. A demon who abandoned everything for her children. She left her authority, rank, wealth, husband and pride behind just to give birth to the both of them. She had taken care of them for years before she was struck down. Gira could not remember every detail, but from the knowledge he got, he could form the rough idea.
The Church had killed his mother, and then taken in the both of them before separating the two twins. He had mixed feelings about what to do. His adoptive father was not bad, he was a nice man. However, he had killed Gira’s mother regardless. He scratched his head, unsure. The next day, the sun had risen and Gira had not slept a wink.
There was a knock on his door. “Gira...”
Gira opened the door, seeing his adoptive father. He had a sad look on his face as he knelt, looking the demon child in the eyes. “I need you to run away.”
Gira was taken aback, what was happening?
“The Church... they’re planning to kill you and your sister.” He explained. “Please, I need you to run away, find your sister and live on.”
He held Gira’s hand gently. He never remembered him having such a soft touch. “I’m... I’m really sorry for what I have done. You can kill me now or later, but for now, just... run away.”
The grown man looked as if he was on the verge of tears as he hugged Gira. Gira was unable to say anything, just standing there. The man shook ever so slightly. “I really wanted you to grow up amongst us... but I guess I have strayed from that path. What a selfish person I am.”
He held Gira at arms length and handed something to him. “Go, now.”
Gira heard shouting coming from down the hallway and turned back, clutching the object close to his chest. He threw himself out of the window and landed before running into the forest. He looked at the object while running, on there a map for him to follow.
He ran and ran, not thinking much at all, until he stopped. He stood there, breathing heavily. In the package was something long and heavy. It was about half to three-quarters as tall as Gira himself. He left it behind a tree and ran into the house where his sister was supposed to be.
On the other side, Mini had already gotten an inkling of what had happened. They were twins with a strong connection, when Gira struggled mentally, so would Mini. That morning, while Gira had just ran away, Mini was at her place, clutching her head. Memories ran through her head, and she started to get frustrated. Things that previously did not affect her seemed to grate on her nerves.
Her brother tried approaching her, but her adoptive mother pulled the child back. She hit Mini with a stick and shouted, “Get up, Filth! You’re going to the Church now! I’ve took care of you long enough.”
Mini did not move, she simply curled up, clutching her head. The lady continued beating her with the stick until blood was drawn. The final straw came when she shouted, “Get up!”
“Shut up!” Mini shouted back, loud enough to make the lady step back.
The lady grabbed a chair and threw it at Mini. She got hit in the head and something changed. Mini screamed and ran at the lady. She jumped on her shoulders and grabbed her head, digging her thumbs into her eyes before howling as she ripped her apart. Her fake brother stood there, too shocked to move. She glared at him, blood everywhere. Her hands were stained with blood, and her hair had a patch of blood. She scowled and he ran away, hiding behind his father.
When Gira had gotten in, he saw quite a sight. Mini sat there, having lost her mind. She chewed on the flesh of humans as she looked around warily. Gira stepped up to her. It did not matter how different they were and how savage they acted. They were still sibling who were born into the world at the same time.
He reached out a hand and patted her head. Her eyes cleared and she looked at Gira. He hugged her, and she hugged him back. There was no need for words, they were reunited.
“What’s your name?” Gira asked.
“Name?” She asked back.
“Yeah, name.”
“What’s a name?” She asked again, tilting her head.
“I... I don’t know... what is a name? Do you have one? Do you know mine?” Gira said.
They had fake names, and they did not know the names given to them at birth. They had lost all meaning of names, and had no idea who they actually were.
“No.” She said, burying her face in his shoulder.
“Weird... what are our names?” He mused.
“I don’t know.” She replied bluntly.
“Are names important?”
“I don’t know.”
They left the estate and walked into the forest. Gira picked up the package and they both hid in the forest.
In the Church, Gira’s adopted father was standing before an audience. Someone asked him, “Is it true that you helped the demon children escape?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“And that you led the demon towards the estate where the other demon was?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“And that you knew this would happen, even giving away your family treasures?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“Do you have anything else to say? A defence, maybe?”
The man puffed out his chest. “I regret nothing, nothing at all.”
The judge slammed his hammer. “For the crime or assisting three murders, you are to be burnt at a stake!”
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