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Adult +
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11
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1,708
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The makings of A man
Imbri’s POV:
I blinked my eyes. It was cold and dark. I could smell the dampness in the air. Was I dead? My eyes could not focus. Finally I opened them and there he was, his face twisted with guilt.
His eyes filled with emotion, he spoke shakily, "Why would you end your life? I am no one for you to do such a thing."
I looked away from him not wanting to meet his questioning gaze. He delicately turned my face to him. He was openly crying. He seemed to try and control the tears but the beauty of the man had let them come through.
I struggled with my emotions. Should I tell him of my past? He had saved me from fate. This was the second time an Angel has stopped death by my own hands.
Finally I spoke to him knowing that this last part of my past was something I had not told anyone. "I want you to know why I do not value my life. You know of the murder I did to revenge my cousin's death. Well there is more, much more. When I was ten years of age I was made to live with my uncle. I had grown close to a little girl that had lived across the street. She had allowed me to play with her toys and this is where I first learned of my gift.”
”Mind you, my gift would only show me images of extreme emotion. I had picked up her toy and fell to the ground in despair as I was instantly turned into that girl. At night she would be raped by two men, but I could not see their faces.”
”This sort of thing does something to the mind at a young age. I sat there unmoving for several minutes. Suddenly my aunt grabbed the toy from me and shook me so hard that I snapped out of it. Silently I went home and I knew what horrors my friend was going to face. I cried hard that day for the little girl.”
”It was then that I had snuck up and grabbed the pistol I now have, and when the sun had gone down, I snuck into her home. To my surprise, the front door was not locked. I made my way up the stairs and heard the crying. The soft voice of my friend was being muffled. I opened the door to her room. She lied on the floor not moving while my own brother hammered into her and the girl's own father watched. I had loved my brother, he was sixteen at the time, and he had never done anything of this sort. Noticing I was there, his face grew evil, and he withdrew and ran at me. I fired two shots into him. His body slumped to the ground, the father was backing away. I did not hesitate. I emptied the small pistol into his large frame. I slid the pistol in my pocket and ran to my friend.”
”I grabbed her and felt all of what had been done to her. I was grabbing at my own throat as I felt her life being crushed away. She was dead. Her lifeless form not moving, I hugged her and screamed. I took her body into her closet and cradled her there for three days.”
”When they finally found me, I was mentally incoherent. I was mad, insane. I gave up on the world and its cruelty. They had blamed me for the deaths. They didn’t even find out why the girl died. They thought I had killed her. I could hear my father scream at the men who were taking me away. ‘She did not do this, she may have killed those men, but she would not hurt someone out lunacy.’”
”They ignored his pleas. It was then that I was brought to a hospital that I did not know the name. I spent ten years of my life there. I was left alone in a dark cell for half those years. It was then that my uncle had come for me. The evidence showed what really happened and he fought the investigators to know the truth.”
”I came home only to find my one and only love murder the only family I had left. My uncle and his daughter were the only ones who did not judge me. He took her from me and my uncle. We now are both wanted in America. This is the life we have known. Running, always running, I have not known anything else. You are the first reason for me not to run anymore."
With that I turned from him my eyes filled with tears. Instantly his embrace cradled me.
He knew at that moment that the angel of music and the phantom was not needed. It was Erik that she would need most of all. The cruelty of the world had no place for the souls of the beautiful. She was so unlike him, but yet almost the same.
He had murdered for love. No one knew of what horror Joseph Bouquet did to the young ballet rats. None told. Only he and Madame Giry knew of his horrors. And Piangi was the only murder he had did for no reason at all.
He knew now she needed him. There would be no redemption from God for either of them. But they would have each other.
I blinked my eyes. It was cold and dark. I could smell the dampness in the air. Was I dead? My eyes could not focus. Finally I opened them and there he was, his face twisted with guilt.
His eyes filled with emotion, he spoke shakily, "Why would you end your life? I am no one for you to do such a thing."
I looked away from him not wanting to meet his questioning gaze. He delicately turned my face to him. He was openly crying. He seemed to try and control the tears but the beauty of the man had let them come through.
I struggled with my emotions. Should I tell him of my past? He had saved me from fate. This was the second time an Angel has stopped death by my own hands.
Finally I spoke to him knowing that this last part of my past was something I had not told anyone. "I want you to know why I do not value my life. You know of the murder I did to revenge my cousin's death. Well there is more, much more. When I was ten years of age I was made to live with my uncle. I had grown close to a little girl that had lived across the street. She had allowed me to play with her toys and this is where I first learned of my gift.”
”Mind you, my gift would only show me images of extreme emotion. I had picked up her toy and fell to the ground in despair as I was instantly turned into that girl. At night she would be raped by two men, but I could not see their faces.”
”This sort of thing does something to the mind at a young age. I sat there unmoving for several minutes. Suddenly my aunt grabbed the toy from me and shook me so hard that I snapped out of it. Silently I went home and I knew what horrors my friend was going to face. I cried hard that day for the little girl.”
”It was then that I had snuck up and grabbed the pistol I now have, and when the sun had gone down, I snuck into her home. To my surprise, the front door was not locked. I made my way up the stairs and heard the crying. The soft voice of my friend was being muffled. I opened the door to her room. She lied on the floor not moving while my own brother hammered into her and the girl's own father watched. I had loved my brother, he was sixteen at the time, and he had never done anything of this sort. Noticing I was there, his face grew evil, and he withdrew and ran at me. I fired two shots into him. His body slumped to the ground, the father was backing away. I did not hesitate. I emptied the small pistol into his large frame. I slid the pistol in my pocket and ran to my friend.”
”I grabbed her and felt all of what had been done to her. I was grabbing at my own throat as I felt her life being crushed away. She was dead. Her lifeless form not moving, I hugged her and screamed. I took her body into her closet and cradled her there for three days.”
”When they finally found me, I was mentally incoherent. I was mad, insane. I gave up on the world and its cruelty. They had blamed me for the deaths. They didn’t even find out why the girl died. They thought I had killed her. I could hear my father scream at the men who were taking me away. ‘She did not do this, she may have killed those men, but she would not hurt someone out lunacy.’”
”They ignored his pleas. It was then that I was brought to a hospital that I did not know the name. I spent ten years of my life there. I was left alone in a dark cell for half those years. It was then that my uncle had come for me. The evidence showed what really happened and he fought the investigators to know the truth.”
”I came home only to find my one and only love murder the only family I had left. My uncle and his daughter were the only ones who did not judge me. He took her from me and my uncle. We now are both wanted in America. This is the life we have known. Running, always running, I have not known anything else. You are the first reason for me not to run anymore."
With that I turned from him my eyes filled with tears. Instantly his embrace cradled me.
He knew at that moment that the angel of music and the phantom was not needed. It was Erik that she would need most of all. The cruelty of the world had no place for the souls of the beautiful. She was so unlike him, but yet almost the same.
He had murdered for love. No one knew of what horror Joseph Bouquet did to the young ballet rats. None told. Only he and Madame Giry knew of his horrors. And Piangi was the only murder he had did for no reason at all.
He knew now she needed him. There would be no redemption from God for either of them. But they would have each other.