chapter 5: Parent

Cyrus quickly wiped his face , pushing the table to the side. He kicked his shirt out of the way. Trying to clean as fast as he could

"Hum. Well, you look energetic to say the least "a masculine voice came from the image. a man with an imposing build nothing compared to Cyrus mosquito one. Despite barely in his forties, he looked older. Wrinkles all over the face. The most striking feature was the huge scar on his left eye.

Cyrus smiled awkwardly, that was his father Chase "how have you being dad? "

"Things aren't easy but we are both copping "the old man smiled, genuinely happy to see his son.

"Hey my darling are you taking care of yourself correctly? "a feminine voice followed. A lady with striking resemblance to him.

"I am perfectly fine but what about you? "He asked his voice broken crushed under the might of guilt. his mother Cherey. she was only thirty-five but looked eighty.

"don't worry your father is taking good care of me "she nudged her husband

"As long as am here she would be fine "he raised his muscle. Carefully hiding the bruise and wounds. unfortunately, nothing escapes Cyrus eagle eyes. His sight had always been abnormally developed so much he could follow almost all object in motion.

The work in the mines looks to be even worse than I expected.

"Am so sorry dad mom I …" Cyrus fell to his knees unable to hold his tears anymore.

"Oh, my baby, cry if you need to. we will always be there for you don't worry. We will keep working hard for you to have the best possible "his mother tried to cheer him up

"I know my son wouldn't disappoint us. by the way how is it going with that project…. I guess project T if am not mistaken "his father asked

Cyrus fell silent, a nail piercing in his heart, "it wasn't a good one, I threw it away "he said evading their eyes

"Are you sure about that? "His Moher insisted

"When have I ever lied to you mom? "He asked innocently.

What have I become?

Suddenly a loud explosion sounded from the other side. Dense cloud of smoke rising out. "The karmic monsters are back. retreat "a loud voice echoed within the dark cave

He blinked, bouncing back to his feet, he darted towards the image stretching his arm in a futile attempt to grip their hands as if he could enter the image.

"We just wanted to greet; we must return now "his father said hastily

"Bye baby we love you "his mother waved before the object went still

Falling into his hands. He fell silent. The familiar sound of the broken window flapping in the winds. He yelled at the top of his lungs, smacking his forehead on the table in frustration.

I hate you I hate you I hate you

Within the silent apartment, the sound of his head smashing against the table repeatedly flowed. the annoyed cries of the others living withing the building creating a symphony of chaos a mirror of what was about to befall on him.

Cyrus eyes flashed opened, his hands darted to his forehead, a scarlet red substance sticked on his face. He grimaced not from the wound but the violent headache storming his brain. He stood up leaning on the sofa.

Glancing at the time it was almost midday

Damn I have zone out again. it happens every time I knock my head too hard. and just like magic the wound never last. sometimes I counsel myself with the idea of being non-human huh... funny you think? when we know every single soul of this damn planet will rather die than fall in their hands. yeah, I think it's crazy but at least that way the bureau could spare me from this hell

A series of violent hard knocks bargaining at his door. "Who the hell is that? calm down am on my way "he yelled. Pulling the handle.

A blurry figure brushed passed him followed by a younger teenager. the teenager looked respectable and clean a far cry from Cyrus.

The man glanced at the apartment. "How do you like it "he turned to the teenager

"It requires a lot of renovation but its nearer to my school. my parents will handle the rest "he said. Giving him a pile of shining ores. They were black like the darkest abyss but shining like the brightest sun. that was the karmic ore. the currency used in Arkania and the reason why his parent where in the mine.

He felt frustrated such a kid could effortlessly fling such a pile of karmic ore but he could barely afford his apartment.

"what's the meaning of this Mr. Han? I though we agreed for next month "Cyrus stepped out blocking their path.

"Yes, but you didn't hold you part of the contract "Mr. hand crossed his arms. his eyes unyielding

"I have no other place to go. Hey listen I have this project once I get it done, I will pay you everything "Cyrus joint his hands, his eyes pleading for mercy.

"don't make me feel guilty. I gave you a chance. you simply didn't take it. Have you ever tried ? Sorry if I don't think your 'brilliant ideas' will ever work "Mr. Han shoved him to the side. The teenager observing the drama laughed following after him. "Mr. Han you shouldn't feel guilty for such scum. They only know how to take advantage of others. Your too kind, my father has someone in the bureau just in case "

Cyrus stood rooted on the spot. Their voices slowly fading as they got away. "Now what? "He yelled out.

Cyrus gripped the few karmic ores he had left. Staring at his meager saving his resolve hardened.

I have no choice anymore

Under the bright moon , Cyrus stepped out that night.