Post by Dilaminous on Dec 10, 2010 12:41:06 GMT -5
The day had finally come. The perfect opportunity had presented itself and I knew exactly what I had to do. My good friend Erik had agreed to meet me outside the headmaster's office, waiting on the good news I said I had for him. Perhaps it was a truce? He had no idea what I had in store for him though he was obviously curious, otherwise he wouldn't have come. I heard him approach before I saw him, as the footsteps began to come around the quiet corridor. No one came down here unless they absolutely had to, that's how I knew straight away that it was him. Plus he was always on time. Never had I known there to be an exception to that rule.
"So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked as he stopped reluctantly in front of me, looking either side of me curiously as my friend Nisha and the three stooges were nowhere to be seen. He must have thought that he had nothing to worry about then, because I never do my own dirty work. Only this time, I had to get in trouble. That's the way it had to go.
"Here's the thing." I said, pausing for a second as if I was going to add something to the started sentence, before I caught him off guard by quickly tackling him straight into and through the headmaster's door. They were presently sitting reading something before my created disturbance. Wasting no time at all, I smiled devilishly at Eric who I had pinned to the floor with my knees positioned over his arms, and I proceeded to punch him, hard. I didn't settle for one punch, continuing to punch him six or seven more times before the headmaster pulled me off in a panic.
"What in heavens do you think you are doing, Dilaminous?" The headmaster screamed.
After that, the usual protocol was executed for such an offence in Galbadia Garden, only because of where I did it, and the fact that they finally had me, it all happened without any of the usual delays. At 11.55pm, I was put into the Garden’s solitary confinement cell, which for my luxury included a solid steel door that no man could break through, four steel walls, with a cold floor, no cot, no window. Outside the cell stood two massive guards who didn’t intimidate me whatsoever. The door was under 24 hour surveillance in case anyone tried to break the prisoner out before their time. I was to be kept in until 8am the next morning. It was the perfect alibi.
11.59pm:
When I stepped into the old farm, the hallway looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for months. Just how I remembered it. I quietly walked forward, trying to draw any attention to myself yet. When I rounded into the living room, there he was, lying like a vagrant on the sofa.
“Hello, father.” I said coldly. His eyes opened and he was absolutely shocked to see me.
“Dilaminous, what are you doing here?” He said, shifting to a sitting position, seeming extremely nervous. “What happened to the restraining order?”
“It’s still in effect, oh father of mine.” I said, slowly stepping towards him. “Says I’m not to come within 100 feet of you. The thing is, unfortunately for you, I am currently locked up in solitary confinement at Galbadia Garden without any possible means of escape.”
“What? Then how…” He began but I cut him off with a harsh slap to the face. I was really there, before he asked me any stupid questions.
“Every man is accountable for their sins, father. You taught me that, remember?” I said, as I calmly sat down next to him.
“Son, just let me…” He began again, but this time I wanted to get the message across. My knife had been dropped into his thigh, as I forced it in as deep as I could. His screams could be heard all the way across the farm. It’s a real shame he didn’t have any farm hands anymore.
“Now, father. Let me remind you of a little thing that happened when I was five years old. I think you’ll know which story I’m going to tell, but it’s my favourite so I will tell it anyway.” I slowly withdrew the knife from his thigh, allowing for more pain. His hand was immediately on his leg to try to hold the wound together and slow the bleeding. “I had wet my bed, remember? What did you do? You said, ‘If you’re going to act like an animal, then I’ll treat you like one.’ Do you remember telling me that, father?”
“Son, please.” He cried. That big violent man from my memories was sitting in front of me, crying. Scared. Desperate. It was beautiful.
“Let me finish!” I shouted, not holding back any saliva. “What did you do next?”
“Please…” He said, drifting off this time without interruption.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?” I shouted.
“I got the cattle branding iron out.” He said.
“Yes, you did.” I said bitterly as I pulled down my trousers to show him my thigh, where an old burn was left scarring on the side just above my knee. The A for Abbas Pater’s farm, still there with me, haunting me. “You put a red hot branding iron onto your five year old son’s thigh! Then you said, animal’s sleep where?”
“In the barn…” He said, crying.
“In the barn.” I confirmed, nodding. “As I think back, Father Abbas, the only memories I have of you are bitter angry ones like this.”
“Son, I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes blinded by tears.
“You’re sorry?” I said, nearly laughing at this hilarious revelation. “Well, fortunately for you, I’m a forgiving man.”
In his eyes, I recognised that he understood that I was lying. Everything that he had put me through, a million twisted painful memories that had shaped me in to the man I was today was still carried with me, like a dark shadow that wouldn’t let me go. Now, I wasn’t prepared to let it go. I was savouring the pain, getting ready to give him exactly what he deserved.
“You know Ifrit, right father?” I asked, menacingly. A twisted smiled spread across my face as I saw the look of horror and disbelief appear on his face.
“Son, no. You can’t.” He said, but I had already begun to bring him to the farm. It took me a matter of moments, and the Guardian Force Ifrit was standing next to me, breathing fire.
“Goodbye, dad.” I said, watching Ifrit move forward.
8am:
The door to the cell opened, and I stepped out stretching, smiling as the two guards greeted me. Behind them, the headmaster stood, looking at me with a sad expression on his face.
“Dilaminous, last night your father was murdered.” He said.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked, feigning shock.
“When he was found, a few hours later, they had to make sure you were not involved.” He replied, not meeting my eyes.
“Why would they think I was involved?” I asked, sounding horrified at the suggestion.
“Because someone summoned Ifrit and you were the first person they wanted to know about.” He said, still looking down.
“First of all, I can name at least 20 students in this garden alone who summon Ifrit.” I said, enjoying the moment as it was just how I pictured it. “And then there’s the slight fact that I was in here all night. How could I have possibly escaped?”
“We know.” He said, simply.
“Can I go now? It is Saturday after all. I have a busy weekend ahead of me.” I said, smiling at him. He looked at me, confused at my lack of care, but then he just waved me off and I almost skipped off to meet Nisha. When I found her and led her off to a corner where we could be alone for a second, I whispered to her.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I said.
"So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked as he stopped reluctantly in front of me, looking either side of me curiously as my friend Nisha and the three stooges were nowhere to be seen. He must have thought that he had nothing to worry about then, because I never do my own dirty work. Only this time, I had to get in trouble. That's the way it had to go.
"Here's the thing." I said, pausing for a second as if I was going to add something to the started sentence, before I caught him off guard by quickly tackling him straight into and through the headmaster's door. They were presently sitting reading something before my created disturbance. Wasting no time at all, I smiled devilishly at Eric who I had pinned to the floor with my knees positioned over his arms, and I proceeded to punch him, hard. I didn't settle for one punch, continuing to punch him six or seven more times before the headmaster pulled me off in a panic.
"What in heavens do you think you are doing, Dilaminous?" The headmaster screamed.
After that, the usual protocol was executed for such an offence in Galbadia Garden, only because of where I did it, and the fact that they finally had me, it all happened without any of the usual delays. At 11.55pm, I was put into the Garden’s solitary confinement cell, which for my luxury included a solid steel door that no man could break through, four steel walls, with a cold floor, no cot, no window. Outside the cell stood two massive guards who didn’t intimidate me whatsoever. The door was under 24 hour surveillance in case anyone tried to break the prisoner out before their time. I was to be kept in until 8am the next morning. It was the perfect alibi.
11.59pm:
When I stepped into the old farm, the hallway looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for months. Just how I remembered it. I quietly walked forward, trying to draw any attention to myself yet. When I rounded into the living room, there he was, lying like a vagrant on the sofa.
“Hello, father.” I said coldly. His eyes opened and he was absolutely shocked to see me.
“Dilaminous, what are you doing here?” He said, shifting to a sitting position, seeming extremely nervous. “What happened to the restraining order?”
“It’s still in effect, oh father of mine.” I said, slowly stepping towards him. “Says I’m not to come within 100 feet of you. The thing is, unfortunately for you, I am currently locked up in solitary confinement at Galbadia Garden without any possible means of escape.”
“What? Then how…” He began but I cut him off with a harsh slap to the face. I was really there, before he asked me any stupid questions.
“Every man is accountable for their sins, father. You taught me that, remember?” I said, as I calmly sat down next to him.
“Son, just let me…” He began again, but this time I wanted to get the message across. My knife had been dropped into his thigh, as I forced it in as deep as I could. His screams could be heard all the way across the farm. It’s a real shame he didn’t have any farm hands anymore.
“Now, father. Let me remind you of a little thing that happened when I was five years old. I think you’ll know which story I’m going to tell, but it’s my favourite so I will tell it anyway.” I slowly withdrew the knife from his thigh, allowing for more pain. His hand was immediately on his leg to try to hold the wound together and slow the bleeding. “I had wet my bed, remember? What did you do? You said, ‘If you’re going to act like an animal, then I’ll treat you like one.’ Do you remember telling me that, father?”
“Son, please.” He cried. That big violent man from my memories was sitting in front of me, crying. Scared. Desperate. It was beautiful.
“Let me finish!” I shouted, not holding back any saliva. “What did you do next?”
“Please…” He said, drifting off this time without interruption.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?” I shouted.
“I got the cattle branding iron out.” He said.
“Yes, you did.” I said bitterly as I pulled down my trousers to show him my thigh, where an old burn was left scarring on the side just above my knee. The A for Abbas Pater’s farm, still there with me, haunting me. “You put a red hot branding iron onto your five year old son’s thigh! Then you said, animal’s sleep where?”
“In the barn…” He said, crying.
“In the barn.” I confirmed, nodding. “As I think back, Father Abbas, the only memories I have of you are bitter angry ones like this.”
“Son, I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes blinded by tears.
“You’re sorry?” I said, nearly laughing at this hilarious revelation. “Well, fortunately for you, I’m a forgiving man.”
In his eyes, I recognised that he understood that I was lying. Everything that he had put me through, a million twisted painful memories that had shaped me in to the man I was today was still carried with me, like a dark shadow that wouldn’t let me go. Now, I wasn’t prepared to let it go. I was savouring the pain, getting ready to give him exactly what he deserved.
“You know Ifrit, right father?” I asked, menacingly. A twisted smiled spread across my face as I saw the look of horror and disbelief appear on his face.
“Son, no. You can’t.” He said, but I had already begun to bring him to the farm. It took me a matter of moments, and the Guardian Force Ifrit was standing next to me, breathing fire.
“Goodbye, dad.” I said, watching Ifrit move forward.
8am:
The door to the cell opened, and I stepped out stretching, smiling as the two guards greeted me. Behind them, the headmaster stood, looking at me with a sad expression on his face.
“Dilaminous, last night your father was murdered.” He said.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked, feigning shock.
“When he was found, a few hours later, they had to make sure you were not involved.” He replied, not meeting my eyes.
“Why would they think I was involved?” I asked, sounding horrified at the suggestion.
“Because someone summoned Ifrit and you were the first person they wanted to know about.” He said, still looking down.
“First of all, I can name at least 20 students in this garden alone who summon Ifrit.” I said, enjoying the moment as it was just how I pictured it. “And then there’s the slight fact that I was in here all night. How could I have possibly escaped?”
“We know.” He said, simply.
“Can I go now? It is Saturday after all. I have a busy weekend ahead of me.” I said, smiling at him. He looked at me, confused at my lack of care, but then he just waved me off and I almost skipped off to meet Nisha. When I found her and led her off to a corner where we could be alone for a second, I whispered to her.
“Don’t tell anyone,” I said.