A bone-chilling drawn-out silence followed suit at the act of me kicking someone.
The people who had spread my arms and legs to form a 'starfish' glared at me as if I had committed murder right in front of their eyes and the crackle of the flames and the continued sound of my parents screaming for me...it made me try to shuffle before the sound of oohs and ahs at my struggle made me stop.
I narrowed my eyes as I tried to pull myself away from the people who kept me down.
They saw me as nothing more than an animal in a zoo!
A zebra that was trying to escape the jaws of an approaching lion.
They got a sick kick out of this fucking shit!
“Greetings my fellow Hunters!” Suddenly shouted a deep but no less cheerful voice, causing me to strain my head just enough to see Dilion standing next to a woman who wore the mask of a lion while the crowd let out quiet cheers.
Please...please let my parents hear this so they could help me!
“Tonight, we celebrate the night my son becomes a man, the night of his first successful hunt!”
The drumming grew, the sudden feeling of someone pulling at my shirt to suddenly rip it off only making me struggle.
‘Storm Empress...help me, I-I know I never believed in you fully before but please...help me!’ I continued to pray inwardly, the sight of Dilion donning his cult’s attire only making me gulp before his leader stopped him all of a sudden.
She moved his face around a little before she finally stopped and stared at the other side of his neck.
“M-Mom...i-it’s just a cut-”
“Who did this to you?” The leader asked all of a sudden, her cheerful voice gone and replaced with disappointment so evident that it made me shudder a little.
Dilion looked at himself in a panic. “I-I tripped-”
“Liar!” A woman suddenly shouted.
“I saw it...”
My eyes darted from Dillon and to the woman.
“...He dared to let a prey item hurt him! He’s weak! Nothing more than a failed Hunter!” The woman continued to shout, the leader suddenly grabbing his arms as her lips formed into a straight line.
“Is. This. True?”
“N-No-”
“Stuttering is the common act of a liar son, you know this...” The leader sighed.
“Mom, I fell, that’s it! I swear!”
“My son isn’t a man!” The leader suddenly screamed.
“A failure...I have birthed you all a failure...” She said dramatically.
“For this insult to our name? To my deceased husband’s name...I shall be the one to kill, after all, failures don’t deserve to eat.” The leader grumbled, glaring in her son’s direction before she suddenly tore the spear from his grip.
“D-Don’t!” I roared out all of a sudden.
“Be still prey!” The leader shouted, throwing the spear into the fire, a yell tearing from my throat at the sight before my head fell onto the hard stone beneath me.
“Dads...p-please...help me-”
My breath hitched in my throat at the feeling of my legs and arms being held down, a woman coming from behind to hold my head still.
Yet, seeing the Dillion’s mother come into view? The glint of the moon reflecting off the black blade she wielded in her hand as she raised it above my chest?
More choked-up sobs escaped me, the constant poke from the tip of the dagger from my hiccups making me struggle to turn my face away from my impending doom. Yet...opening my eyes once more to struggle to take a look at Dillion near the fire? Shoved and belittled by his ‘family’...I wish I could do it right now.
With a few more punches and kicks to fucking gut that is.
He did this to me.
The reason why...why I wouldn’t be able to see my family again. Why I was displayed on a table like a slab of meat.
If there was another reality after this…
Dillion.
If there is a hell or any sort of after all.
I'll be there waiting for you.
With a sharp fucking stick, and the determination to find out if someone can die when they're already a dead fucker.
Every sleepless, burning moment in hell will be filled with daydreams where I feel your blood on my hands
I will have my revenge.
“And...as my husband once said...the weak always fall. To become nourishment for the ones at the top, my son may have failed but I? I will never fail you, my children...I will always be the one to guide you all through the dusty plains of bones and into a healthy field of bountiful food.” The leader continued spouting as she stood beside me, the feeling of the cool dagger being dragged against my throat teasingly making me suck in a breath.
Bullshit, bullshit, and more bullshit...I hoped they all rot in fucking hell!
“Why me...?” I asked, my chest already having phantom pains for an agonizing death that wasn’t even here yet.
The leader shot her head towards me, her lips curving to form a smile.
“Because my weak son had no one else, you are the only sixteen-year-old boy out in the middle of nowhere. We couldn’t be too picky on his birthday, now could we?”
“Why not eat anyone in your own fucking group?”
“Hunters don’t eat hunters, after all, would a lion dare eat their own pride-members?”
“You’re not a lion, you’re human you bitch.” I spat.
I felt disgusted as I continued to look at her, not a smile meant to scare but...a genuine one.
One of genuine happiness at my struggling and sweating as she rose the dagger directly over my beating heart.
A pathetic whimper escaped me. “Storm Empress’ mercy...y-you’re a lunatic,” I said quietly, choice memories beginning to flash through my head seemingly at mock twenty.
The memories mainly focused on my parents...the only people who truly looked at me and truly saw a potential family member within me.
That day seemed so far back...like a memory that something beautiful but...easily something I didn’t want to experience again no time soon.
Greece, a gorgeous country with a history behind it but...also a place where it was where I was abandoned.
My parents, both of them...I loved them.
I was so stupid...why...why did I have to leave?!
“Where’s that confident tongue now?” A cruel voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts in time enough to feel scorching hot tears slip down my cheeks.
“P-Please...” I begged, my eyes squeezing shut as I tried to get away from this nightmare.
“D-Don’t kill me, I-I-I just want to-”
“Oh quit now, you’re ruining the celebration.” She interrupted before a bloody scream tore out my throat.
Black dots rapidly filled my vision, a frosty chill going throughout my entire body while my last sight was of something diving down before suddenly...darkness.
Silence.
Death by cannibals.
Unique.
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