HiTams
Chapter 10

I closed my eyes, trying to survive the pain. Aunt Mary still keeps the stifle choking me. Then, zeeeeeeph! It was like something was getting inside me. It was hot and suddenly turned cold. Cold heat swirled within me. I feel like I'm flying. So light. The pain disappeared immediately. I feel relieved. And from the corner I stood, I watched Aunt Mary glare with her one eye. His mouth was wide open. The blood flowing from his eyes grew increasingly heavy.I shuddered in horror and disgust.

What was?ah..benekmatnya...i enjoyed the view. Aunt Mary stuck out her tongue. He's drooping.

” Haha...hakk..hak...” I heard my own voice. I laughed like a child. “ die you!!! Die!!! How dare you try to kill me!” I let go of Aunt Mary's neck. He fell but he wasn't dead.

“ later first, here you are!”. I pulled the tail of his horse.

“ ARRGHHHHH!!” the woman shouted in pain. He grabbed my wrist. I dragged it so easily. Where does this power come from, I feel like a wild buffalo. Strong and ferocious. I fell near the man who wanted to stab me.

Aunt mary shuddered. His arrogance was no longer visible. He was like a frightened cat and hid in the corner of the room.

“ You want to kill me, right auntie? You should have killed me right away. But you even sent this old trash?” I grinned cynically.

“ be..really..I should have killed you a long time ago. You are already cursed! Because of that fucking shaman. I have to wait for today.uhuk..UhuKKK erkkkhhhh”'s chat. I rubbed the woman's neck. Blood came out of his mouth.

“ Hmmphh” I giggled. Exclaim! So exciting.

“ who do you mean?”. I asked the question again. Aunt Mary was crying. Not just like himself. All this time she's been acting like a stepmother. Now she's crying.

“ Better me ma...ti.tu..tu..wait sa...uhukkk ja.... he will come kill you.”.

DAMN IT!!!!! Aunt Mary bit her tongue. Last bite. He's Dead. His already imperfect eyes slowly seemed to stop moving. Kreekk!! I broke his neck as if that wasn't enough to make him run out.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I tucked my ponytail behind my ear. Sitting limp on the floor. Two body figures overlap each other. From outside the room. In a dimly lit hallway. That figure looks at me. His white eyes narrowed.

Diana.diana.now you have risen.

I can't see his lips. But I heard his voice.

You'll know.help me first......

A few strands of hair fluttered in the night wind that entered through the open window of my room.

“ start from that damn shaman.” I muttered. Slowly, the figure began to disappear like smoke.

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Alexi throws all his clothes, photos, things that were once attached to the body of the person he hated into his backyard. His father and grandmother. He vowed not to have anything to do with the two people who had made him what he is today. He decided to clean up and vacate his childhood home. Remodel and repaint the entire smallest corner of the house. Make him reborn.

“ how about this home furniture?” he muttered while shaking his waist. He crouched down to pick up a jirigen of kerosene. He put a lot into the pile of things he had thrown away. In the matchstick..

THE CRSSSS!!!!!

Thrown it and as fast as lightning struck. Fire red to orange and decorate in the darkness of the night. Eyes shiny. He knew his father's secret. That's what made him lose his mother. Until now, if you remember that you want it to feel like you dug up the entire surface of this earth. Looking for his father and making the parents see how he tortures the things that are valuable to his father.

Alexi's eyes glinted sharply. Something in his pants pocket. A dull old photograph. There is a picture of a family so beautiful. Everyone in the photo is smiling. Behind it is written a neat and beautiful straight-forward writing.

“My Daughter Dear Lana”

“Pppftttttttt” Alexi chuckles amusedly. The old man could love his son too. The longer Alexi laughed the louder. He was curled up while wiping the water in the corner of his eye.

She squeezed the old photograph and threw it into the burning flames. He is determined to live in vengeance. It used to be the time of her mother's death, many times she tried to end her life. What else does he have to do? He fought? For what all the hard work he did if no one would enjoy it. Oases for him have dried up. The most beautiful house he's lost. Her mother is gone. He should have just died. But after he pondered for quite a while. He realized why he didn't die. Someone has to reply. Someone has to compensate for all the losses. He should demand a reply. So that his death would be calmer. There was nothing else in his heart.

Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

“halo?” the young man raised his small phone and furrowed his brows.” Where did you see him? Hmm..hmmm.well. Follow it for a while. Then report to me who_anyone she met.” Alexi turned around to enter his house. And ended the long night while sitting asleep in the old rocking chair in the corner of his dining room. Just that chair was where he was most comfortable to rest. Slowly he closed his eyes and put his hands together in front of his chest and muttered like he was chanting a sentence.