Chapter 3

I drove not as far away as there was a rumble behind me, I also left a can of gasoline there, well done, I have nothing to say. The car was shaking and rocking, no one cared about the quality of the forest road, exhaled when he finally found himself on the track. I drove as quickly as possible, just to be away from that clearing and forget about what happened forever. Probably, the guys suffocated in the smoke, and I sniffed so much that I caught the arrival and saw a movie. The main thing is that no one knows that I was there, when the fire is extinguished and the corpses are found, there will be complete chaos. Your mother! After all, there are still cameras! Although the fire was so raging, most likely these trees will burn, and with them the cameras. In any case, I will not go back there for anything. Suddenly the temples were squeezed by invisible hands, I quickly braked and pulled over to the side of the road, miraculously not flying into a ditch. The skull was drilled from the inside, I could not resist and yelled, grabbed my head trying to calm the unbearable pain. Out of the corner of my mind, I heard intermittent beeps, as I realized later, it was I who knocked my forehead on the steering wheel, but this did not help either. The torture with pain ended as unexpectedly as it began, I sat and cried, blood flowing from my nose in a hot stream, pouring over the dashboard.

Memories, wonderful symbols, unusual angular patterns, incomprehensible words and a clear realization that I can now play with death, began to pop up in my head. This Xa-Aran made me a necromantic magician, his toy, because in order to live, I need to regularly kill people, sending their souls to him in slavery. I howled, rubbing blood on my face, cars drove past, suddenly one braked, a girl got out of a small runabout and tapped her finger on the glass. I caught myself, changed gear and squeezed out the gas, it is impossible that someone would see me. While I was driving along the highway, approaching the city, the realization of my capabilities also came. Summon a spirit and make it terrorize people who are not pleasing to me, resurrect a fresh corpse and make it my slave, mortify human organs, make the heart stop, and much, much more, which I still do not understand. An hour and a half later I was already in the city, drove up to my house, leaned back and closed my eyes.

It's a pity for the guys, but no one expected this, I was surprised myself, but the fact that this would-be ritual worked, I realized after half an hour, it's not my fault. In addition, the idea was Anton, and he also handed the verse to me, I am not guilty of anything at all. Now you need to decide what to do next. I sat in the car for almost two hours, a feeling of fear tossing and turning in my soul, coupled with preserved anger, base desires and ambitions, I think I understood what the words of this demon meant. Well, yes, and who else could it be if not a demon? There were wet wipes in the glove compartment, I diligently wiped my face, this is the car of Valera's stepmother, something needs to be done with it, but that's tomorrow. I got out of the car, colic started to go down my numb legs, and climbed into the trunk. With a screwdriver at the ready, he unscrewed the numbers, threw them in the trunk and wandered home, it was slowly getting light.

- Where are you hanging out !? - Red with anger, my father met me on the doorstep.

- Dad, I ... - I began to make excuses, as I immediately received a crushing blow to the jaw and fell to the floor.

- Seryozha! -Mom screamed and rushed to him.

- Come on, perish! - Roared father, backhand hitting her mother in the face, she staggered back and, bursting into tears, ran into the bedroom.

- Where were you?! - Shouted father, with a swing kicking me in the breath, the air knocked out of the lungs, and I sprawled on the floor, writhing in pain.

- I will teach you, creature, to respect your parents! Come on, get up rag! - He growled and another blow made me groan.

When the educational conversation ended and I crawled into my room, I really wanted to die.

- Creature! - I hissed with hatred, spitting blood on the windowsill. My father always beat me, since childhood. The ossified soldier did not recognize any other method of education. While I was small, a regular belt was enough, when I got older, I began to get in the face from my hand, and now in full force. I hated my father, my mother could not do anything, what would a fragile woman do against a hefty hand-to-hand combat trainer? Yes, and her character, quiet, downtrodden, not a character, but a remnant. I always stood and watched my father "educate" me, stood, looked and said nothing, sometimes she went into another room in tears. And on those rare occasions when I interceded, we both received, so I myself did not want maternal intercession. Normal people would not tolerate beatings, but would go and get divorced, only this is not my mother's case, because they will not give a divorce, but in the face on a grand scale. It also makes no sense to go to the police, the result is the same, my father's friends in the prosecutor's office will close the case, and my father will cover her mother in the bedroom and beat her up.

He always boasts that he is a veteran. In this Afghanistan, the tower was torn down for him, it would be better if he died there like a dog in a ravine, and did not return with his medals, creature. I moaned softly, my ribs ached, my jaw was not felt at all, there will be a bruise under my eye by morning, how can I go to university? Two hours later, father will come with a wake-up call, set up a barracks in the apartment, wake up at six in the morning, and if you don't disobey, they will raise you with a crack and kicks. I sprawled without undressing on the narrow and hard bed, also daddy's initiative. The clothes smelled like burning, the chest on the sweatshirt was covered in blood and now it was covered with a crust, how to live like this? With all this, I forgot about recent events for a while, but when I remembered, numb lips quivered in an evil grin, you don't have much time left, you scum.