Chapter 11: Through the Eyes of Another
Christians senses disappeared..
Eyes to only see the endless darkness, no air around him. No way to make heads or tails...
He was in a eternal void. Yet he did not shake, he did not shiver. He did not fear...
This was the ability that he has kept secret from his putrid family, one he despised so much..
Soul Leeching...
At the cost of destroying the soul, he could convert the fading memories into energy and merge them into his own.
Christian leaned in, letting the ebbing energy permeate his system. Soon after the void began to change..
Colors exploded about, the cacophony of sounds berating his ears. The scents flooded his brain, his mind aching from the ever changing stimuli. His skin bristled, the tactile sense going into overload from the years of compiled memories that he undertook.
It felt like days to him before his eyes could open once again. Yet instead of the dead martyr, they gazed upon a lacquered ceiling.
"Big Brother, you're finally awake!"
A gleeful voice rung out, causing his head to lift up. There stood a child, their jet black hair running down her body like a unknown silk lost to the past. She held a plushie of a fire red nine tailed fox tightly as if her very soul would bound to the stuffed toy.
"You really need to stop calling me that, we are not even related and your friends would get the wrong idea if you keep doing it."
The voice grumbled out of Christian. Internal shock swept into him when he noticed the figure in the mirror behind her. Unlike the fair skinned, golden eyed deity that he was known for, he was shelled inside the being that tried to kill him.
Before he could make a sound, the scene shifted again. It was a major drawback to this ability, he couldn't control the things he saw next.
He was in a dark alleyway now, rain now past soaking through his garb. His bones ached, some felt as if they were broken. However his eyes were set on the men shoving a gagged beauty into a car, despite her futile attempts to struggle.
"Now... Heres what you're going to do..."
His eyes looked up to a man holding a gun. How did he not notice him? The threat ever-looming of a single squeeze. Christian stayed silent, his eyes squinting to keep his sights on the deadly male.
"Its either you go and destroy The Pheonix Mafia from the inside, or your sister becomes a little plaything for all of us!"
Before Chris could respond, the barrel of the rain-slicked pistol slammed into his jaw, sending him to another scene.
He was staring at himself, many thoughts gling through his ethereal head. Why did he remember this final moment so vividly?
"..Please....Save her.... She has too much to live for..."
The words echoed in his head. His eyes seeming to quake as he felt something crack in his jaw. A liquid began to run down his throat, his vision already fading...
The emotions swirled in chris, the shell and the Christian before him. His heart beat sped up, his mind began to blur along with the fading eyesight. The taste of Bile began rise in his throat as everything became dark.
Like a strike of a hammer to hot iron, the entirety of his shook with a final wish of the fading soul.
"SAVE HER!!!!"
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Freelance_Fool Thank you all for being so patient. Lately I have had a lot of things to deal with and I lost a lot of my support from people closer to me. It took me a while to wrote this because I did not know whether or bit to continue it. However with a new vigour, I will happily say that i will keep going. It is all because I enjoy when you read this. Just please leave some encouraging comments with you can. It not only shows support for the story, but also for me.
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