Why you?(corrected)

It had been a long night in Melen, plant monsters coming out of nowhere damaging the town and crazy amazons complicating the overall situation.

Fortunately, the monsters that had attacked the town had been killed and the problem with the amazons had been solved. Kali was put under surveillance and the habitants had settled in an area that had not been affected, where they would wait for the various buildings to be rebuilt.

Meanwhile, the Loki Familia, who had been the main protagonist in dealing with all the problems, had finally a moment of peace, allowing their members to rest from all that they had faced.

(Change of perspective.)

'splash' 'splash'

Walking in a world that seemed to have no light, the only perceptible sound was that of his footsteps treading water, but without light, it was impossible to be sure.

What Mark was having, was a lucid dream.

He was aware that he was asleep and could move freely in that space, and since he could not wake up, he decided to walk.

But nothing seemed to change in that darkness except the sound of his footsteps, and when he was considering stopping and waiting for him to wake up, he heard an unfamiliar noise.

'hic-hic.' -Someone was crying.

He decided to walk in the direction from which the sounds were coming and the closer he got the more they became heard, finally being able to see who it was.

Sitting on the ground with his legs folded to his chest and his head covered by his arms, a child was sobbing.

Mark called out to him, but nothing came out of his voice, so he decided to change his position since where he was now, he could only see the child shaking back.

He walked slowly around until he positioned himself in front of him, but the child kept crying, so he decided to move closer, and when he was close enough to touch him, the child asked him a question.

"Have you seen my mom and dad? 'sniff'." -Still crying in his arms, he asked Mark a question.

Mark looked around, but besides them, there was no one, and although he could not speak, it seemed the child could understand him.

"hic-hic are you sure you didn't see them? You must have seen them when you ran away."

Mark's sense of uneasiness rose as soon as he heard the child's words.

"Hic-hic it hurts, the crystals hurt both me and my parents, but why are you okay?"

Lifting his face to Mark, he asked sadly.

'Splash!

Falling back, Mark looked terrified at the child's face completely mutilated by what looked like crystals, the same ones that were in the chandeliers on the cruise ship.

"Hic-hic tell me, why are you the only one alive?"

Rising to his feet, the child hobbled toward Mark as tears fell to the floor along with the blood that covered his face.

Mark tried to back away quickly but was grabbed by the ankles by bodies coming out of the water.

"It hurts so much."

"My body feels like it's on fire."

The pained cries of the male and female figures pierced by the crystals resonated in Mark's mind as they pinned him down tightly to keep him from escaping.

"It hurts."

"Why do I feel cold?"

"Dead are all DEAD!"

"hic-hic mom I'm cold."

"It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts."

"It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts." "It hurts."

One after another bodies began to come out of the water. Children, adults, and old people, all of them had fatal wounds, missing limbs, and purple bodies from hypothermia, but one thing they had in common, was the lifeless eyes with which they looked at him.

Their cries of despair and suffering were driving Mark crazy, but he could not move, because they had started to climb on him as if trying to bury him with their corpses.

With his body immobilized by the hundreds of bodies that completely covered him, only his eyes were not covered.

'hum.'

Amid the cries of torment and suffering, there was a melody that stood out. It carried with it kindness and happiness but when he saw who it was, Mark's eyes widened.

"Isn't she wonderful Mark?"

The person holding a baby with a loving smile on his face was none other than Tomas, the same person who had killed him in his last life.

But it was not just him who had shocked Mark, but the whole scene. Tomas was holding the still not fully formed child, while lying on the ground there was Silvia, Tomas' wife, with her rotting body and slit belly.

"You know I had a hunch it would be a girl, but why doesn't she cry? Don't babies cry when they are born?"

He asked confusedly, looking at Mark as he continued to cradle his daughter.

"...Hehe right she died with my wife, it's normal for her not to cry, but the real question would be, why are you still alive?"

Gently laying his daughter next to his wife, he approached the pile of bodies that covered Mark.

"Shouldn't you be dead? After all, we killed each other hahaha!"

Laughing like a madman, he showed the places where Mark had stabbed him.

"But now you are alive unlike us, you can eat, you can sleep, you have the right to life which we don't have... WHY?!"

"Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?"

"Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?"

With his shout, all the bodies began to shout together full of resentment.

"WHY WERE YOU CHOSEN! WHY WASN'T MY CHILD WHO WAS SAVED?!"

Arriving in front of Mark, he plunged his hands into the midst of the corpses and cupped his face, putting it in front of his.

"Tell me, Mark, how does it feel knowing that you have been given a chance to be reborn into a world that allows you to become a superman, while we have to continue to suffer."

He asked him, looking into his eyes.

"I bet you must have thought 'how lucky,' but I just can't understand why you were chosen. If you were a saint I would have accepted it, but that day you were running away like us, no...you were worse, you knew about the existence of the other lifeboats, but you didn't tell anyone so you could survive."

Withdrawing his hands from Mark's face, he pulled something from his pocket.

"Do you remember Mark? this is the knife we used to kill each other, and now I'm going to use it to kill you again, who knows, maybe by doing so my baby might be reborn."

Approaching Mark again, with a soft smile, he placed the knife right in front of Mark's eye as he tried hard to move, but in vain.

"Remember Mark, you don't have the right to be happy, you don't have the right to love, you don't have the right to think about the future. So always remember, your rebirth has prevented more innocent lives from doing so."

With those last words, the knife penetrated Mark's eye.