Myra's PovNow I had been in my seat for longer than an hour. Almost days if I calculated the pain and cramps as well as my emotional and mental cacophony. I hated being here and I hated how the air in the room had seemingly begun to constrict. As I felt myself breathing with effort more than usually necessary.I stared at the man in front of me as he laughed again, seeing my frown. I didn't expect what he had said, but even now I wanted to know what more had happened, as I wanted to hear even more about my vague history."I know it sounds strange and eerie..." he said, shaking his head. "But his plans could be considered nothing compared to the attacks of the enemy back then..." he groaned, facing the floor now. "As our people were beheaded, and dragged across the street till only strips of skin remained; some boiled in oil and others even crucified..." he cheated.I frowned deeper and in disgust as the words hit my ears. As I wondered how they would boil someone? And who were my peo
Noah's Pov I stood there for a few seconds watching his face, and his eyes stayed on me with a deadness I had never seen before. I knew he always had cold looking eyes, but now they were frozen solid."I said what do you want?""Look Colin, I just want to talk..."But his face stayed the same, showing no surprise or thought, or anything. He just stayed expressionless and motionless."About what?" "What I said..." "Did you say something?" he asked, feigning surprise.My head went down in a sigh."Look, I'm sorry Colin...I didn't mean those things I said, I...I was just angry..."His face still didn't move. And he didn't respond. The silence that swooped in was awkward, and as blue doves squawked in and out of the surrounding trees, the atmosphere became strangely tense. I could feel the weight of it like an invisible burden.I didn't know what else to say. I had only planned an apology, and that was already a failed outing. I had set some questions in my back pocket but as I reach
Myra's PovThe words rang in my ears disturbingly and I sat confused."How?" I asked.And Flanagan straightened in his chair at the question. He belched again, and minced his teeth, feeling the after taste of whatever that red drink might have been."Because I am your father..." "That's not possible..." I retorted, almost immediately. "Like I said, you are so uniquely gullible..." he chuckled. "You still believe in a stupid lie even after years of living in hiding, even after you've grown to see fear as a second shadow...""You can't be my father!..." I yelled back, refusing.A part of me knew he wasn't lying, but another part refused to accept a monster as the one who gave birth to me. I just couldn't accept that someone who was a killer was my father."You haven't ever laid eyes on your father, yet you just know it can't be me?" he asked, frowning now. "I know the reason is because you imagine your father would be someone better..." he said."But life doesn't always give us what w
Myra's Pov I was still on the ground when I felt an arm wrap around me, raising me up and placing me back in the chair.I sobbed as rough grimy hands wiped my tears and straightened me by my shoulders, setting my head straight forward and into suddenly caring eyes."I know it's a lot to process but you'll be fine..." came a low calm voice. "And I just want you to know you should take as much time as you need to accept this..." I kept sobbing as his voice continued and his hands kept me from falling limp the second time. A headache grew in my skull, bashing my brain as though with a mallet, as I struggled with confusion. I had become the embodiment of a flurry of rapid emotions. I was suddenly embittered, hurt, saddened; sullen and reeling from betrayal. I felt so downtrodden and broken beyond repair. "There's still a lot I need you to know, so please take it easy Myra... I just need you to keep yourself in the chair long enough..." Flanagan explained. "I'll take you somewhere else
Noah's PovI could hear the blue doves squawk back into focus; right over my head and up into the sky, as I stood there reeling from Colin's statement. I had said the exact same thing, but his tone had made it carry a different weight that slammed me into the ground even though I was still standing.I felt weightless, and as a flurry of birds swooped around, it felt like the wind would carry me with them.I didn't know how to react and I paused, with my head down to my feet and my hand going through my hair. But as I heard the sound of his footsteps fade farther away, I suddenly raised myself up and chased after him."Hey, hold on!..."I ran and in a few paces I caught up to him. I reached up ahead and in front of the craggy path, then blocked him again with my hands."Look, Colin...I'm sorry okay..." I said, drifting to a stop. "I just have a lot bothering me right now, and I feel I'm way in over my head..." I explained. "I'm stressed because I'm just not sure if I can handle all th
Myra's Pov I was being assured, but I knew I wouldn't be fine. Because I knew the world wasn't made for me. I knew life was supposed to be hard, but my own adversities seemed to be baked by the devil himself in Hell's kitchen.I was raised in chaos, forced to live in chaos, and now destined by fate to die in chaos? A happy ending isn't it? A nice little crescendo to a beautiful asylum song? A blessing even?..."I need you to understand that my first attempt failed..." Flanagan said now, and solemn.His countenance was stern and he looked as calculated as a jaguar. He held a mixture of annoyance, regret and reflection on his face. And the combination made his features arch and crease in intermittent directions."The first uprising was a sham, and we were barreled through with ease..." he said, shaking his head. “Counter attacked and laid waste to…”He had moved from me and was now standing a few feet away, with his arms gesturing his words. I was sitting unconsciously laid back in t
Noah's PovI stood frozen in shock as my eyes stared in disbelief. I couldn't move, and for almost ten seconds, as my breath seemed to hang from the ceiling like the chandelier in the middle of the room.I stared confused, having my eyes gaze on a dark crescent with four spheres riddled over seemingly a million canvases. My mind ran insane with thoughts, and I stood there, stopped in my tracks even though I had walked into the room.The sight before me suddenly disabled my sense of time, as I found myself rooted in space; blinded by what I never expected to see. I was tone deaf as all I now heard was only the revolving wheel of questions powering through my consciousness like a steam train.I moved my eyes, too bombarded to move anything else, glancing around the room, and seeing only walls of white covered in black lines. There was nothing else in the room. No chairs. No table. No bed. Nothing. It was just a white room filled with vague-detailed illustrations.And the only thing goin
Myra's PovHe walked up to me steadily, almost carefully, like he was afraid he would step on the pieces of broken glass from all of Flanagan's outbursts. I could see his eyes still glow emerald above the candle light, and his tattoos glimmer in the brightness. As he moved towards me with a slight limp, and almost the same as Flanagan, strutting rudderly; and I thought maybe in fear the cloth covering his loins would fall off and embarrass him.His smile stayed fixed however, and as it remained wide, his rotten teeth displayed themselves in full glory. I stiffened in my seat as he drew closer and with his hands coming forward to touch me. And I gasped as I saw his brown stained claws retract forward then touch my skin. He squinted, and ran the jagged tip in a line across my face till he reached my jaw, then cupped my face with one hand."Been a rather long time since our last meeting..." he smiled, scanning over my face. "And it seems you've grown into more knowledge than previously..