HYDE'S POINT OF VIEW: MEMOIR.
I am presently lain flat on the bare hard concrete floor, -Twenty- seven;
Twenty- eight;
Twenty- nine-,
At the thirtieth lash that collides with my bare back,
-I very slightly wince in pain-,
My cousins who are standing at the corner of the room chuckle at my pained expression,
The guard flogging me looks to my aunt's direction in guilt, she sighs heavily, while rolling her wide empty eyes.
She waves him off very dramatically,
The guard takes a bow thankfully and leaves the room.
Marv crouches to my level, leaning in towards me.
-Oh gods! His breath stinks-
Marv holds my face up to his and spits at it, then he laughs.
"Next time…know your position you lowborn" my aunt remarks while leaving the room,
Marv drops my face and follows after her.
Marc follows suit , but not before stepping on my wounded back, he chuckles as he shuts the door behind him.
One day I'm going to kill these pieces of shit.
-I hear the bolts fastened-,
I clench my fists and struggle to crawl to the door where I reach out with the little energy I have left and shake the door, -It is locked indeed-,
A tear drops from my eye, but it's not because of physical pain -against all odds, I'm determined to visit Rise at the mount today…will I have to break the door then?-
END OF MEMOIR.
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-I look around my new surroundings placidly-
It is a bare room with only the bed I am lying on, and a small drawer adjacent to the bed present in it's space as furniture.
-I wonder why the room is considerably large-,
I look out the only window in the room crafted close to the bed,
-The environment outside is a meadow shadowed by dusk approaching-
I make to get up but I am unable to.
I feel as if a heavy weight is holding me by my shoulders down,
"No can do…" a familiar voice remarks icily while entering the room.
I turn to him in alarm.
-The guy who cut my arm?-
He is a fierce looking fellow with dark blue hair, short and spiky, he is of a muscular, average heighted build.
However, the feature that grasps my attention the most are
His eyes;
-He has upturned eyes with remarkably slim pupils, his pupils are the color of midnight-
I am unconsciously staring hard at these eyes that are the most marvelous I have ever seen.
I immediately conclude that they are his most striking features;
That is until I pay closer attention to his face itself.
-His face carries peculiar engravings upon either side, it looks like a small black bird on the left side of his face and a small black hand on the other side of his face-,
He also appears to be carrying a mental analysis on my rather plain face.
Suddenly, he sighs heavily and ruffles through his hair.
At that moment, someone else bursts into the room.
I am awed at her tall and elegant appearance.
She is clad in a lengthy pink dress, her hair is immaculately white and it cascades down her shoulders.
Her eyes are also;
-completely white-,
I gasp,
-What sort of strange looking people am I encountering?-
She steps up to me, and chucks her hand under my chin, while staring deeply into my eyes.
I blush at her abrupt intimacy and avert my eyes from her steady gaze.
-Her eyes frighten me, just as much as the other fellow whose eyes are equally strange-
She chuckles;
-What's so amusing?-
"Seriously though Faria…you're only crazy to assume this boy is one of the Chosen…" the fellow mutters to her bitterly,
She shrugs and lets go of my face;
"But what if by some chance, he actually is…this is our chance to get even more recognized by Lord Fenice…" she states matter-of-factly while turning to him.
He sighs heavily;
"But I sense no extraordinary level of essence…is it every young man we'll bring to the Lord Fenice in name of 'he might be the Chosen one'?... besides he couldn't have let himself lose his arm if he was so special" Mic babbles,
Faria stares at him like a person would stare at a piece of shit "Shut up Mic" she mutters simply.
"But it seems to me that he's just as weak as any empty shell!... maybe you're wrong after all!" Mic argues,
The atmosphere suddenly changes.
Faria seems to have tensed up.
She sighs heavily and looks directly into his eyes
-The atmosphere tensens even more-
She turns to Mic and leans to his height level.
-His gaze is caught in hers-
She taps her forehead;
"My eyes are never wrong Mic…never"
-But she's touching her forehead-
This statement permanently silences him, he has nothing left to say.
Faria smirks and swings her graceful gait as she walks out.
He follows suit but right before stepping out, he mumbles "When Lord Fenice declares you useless…I'll enjoy eating your eyes up the most…"
END OF POV.