15 Chapter 14

POV: Burandon; Onryō clan

10 years before: April 16th, 2009, Shanghai

Screams fill my ears. Smoke invades my lungs. Tears stream down my face as I witness the death of my little brother. I can't move, I'm paralyzed.

"Burandon! Help Akio! What are you doing!? HELP YOUR BROTHER!" My parents scream for me to help him, but, I can't.

The house is on fire, flames licking the walls. My mother and father are trapped, stuck behind fallen beams. They don't care that they could die, as long as they know that their son is okay.

"Help Akio, you freak!" They scream.

"SHUT UP! HE DESERVES TO DIE! YOU ABANDON ME! YOU GIVE ALL YOUR ATTENTION TO AKIO! NOT ME! YOU ONLY CARE FOR HIM, HE GETS THE FOOD, THE CLOTHES, THE LOVE! AND I GET NOTHING!"

The fire intensifies, growing stronger and stronger the angrier I get. I can hear Akio's screams, trapped in his room, the fire eating at his flesh. His screams cause a smile to spread over my face.

*Yes, little brother, SCREAM! WELCOME DEATH WITH OPEN ARMS!* I thrust my hand out and part the fire blocking Akio's bedroom door.

I open the door and step inside. Akio is on his bed, crying and screaming. There is no floor anymore, only fire. I haven't let the fire spread to his bed, I want to tease him, make him know that I'm the one in control.

"Hey, Akio? How are you feeling?" I ask, laughing at his fear, consuming it.

"Please, please, get me out. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that Mother and Father don't love you, I'm sorry." He cries, tears falling onto his sheets.

"Saying sorry doesn't do anything, little brother . You have everything, I have nothing! You have love and affection, I have hatred and disgust." The flames begin to crawl up the bed, Akio's sheets burning.

My anger is powerful, my sadness is powerful, everything about me is powerful. They don't see that, they don't know that a simple snap of fingers, a wave bigger than then the tallest building of the world would appear and destroy and entire city.

The flames reach Akio, burning his skin. His screams grow louder. I laugh at his pain. The fire crawling on his body. I slow the fire, I want to relish in his pain, I want to torture him.

He deserves this, all of it. Akio deserves to die, to scream, to feel pain. The fire reaches his face. I can see his flesh melt, his eyes turning to liquid.

When it's all over, he just ash and burnt skin. It's done, he's gone.

I walk out the house, perfectly fine, content. Neighbors are gathered around the house, they gasp when they see me, unmarked, safe.

Since then, I've dealt with my sorrow by drinking. At the time, I was proud of what I did, but now, I'm ashamed.

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