The Search for Freedom

Lil

The play round was over. I needed to be serious because killing people was serious. Cain was a bit of a joker, and he wasn't a boring friend like other people. I also wanted to have friends who always smiled and laughed regardless of their problems. Those kinds of people could live longer in this world, especially that they had high adversity quotient, and they could go through a rough patch in life, and come out of it without losing their mind. There were things that someone laughed about, but the other wasn't affected and made them irritated, though it was normal. I must laugh about it rather than became mad, for it would only destroy the good vibes.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.

Though I knew we were there to search for people we could sacrifice to get rid of the curses that were on both me and Cain. I knew Cain would help me in searching for people we could kill, because not only my freedom lies in it, but also his freedom. I needed to do it faster for the curse always trammeling me and not making me fall asleep every night, unlike the curse on Cain which seemed to be not bothering him.

"You already know why," Cain replied. "If you see someone strolling around, don't hesitate to kill them. You don't have to show mercy. They will die if it's their time, and if they won't, then they are lucky."

"And why are you telling me this? Don't you know that sometimes others' fate lies in our hands because we are the ones who decides if we will kill them or not?"

"Showing mercy in this kind of situation is just a weakness and it can be a hindrance to getting the thing you need. That's why I'm telling you now: you must not show any mercy, endure everything and if you succeed, you won't taste the bitter part of it, but the sweetness."

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"You're so clever, but you must use your cleverness in the right time, because you made it far from what I really mean." "Then tell me what do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, did you see the man and woman ahead? They are a couple. You must go to them and do your mission. Kill them. Let's see if they really love each other and if their love can help them survive," Cain ordered.

Perhaps the reason why Cain said they were a couple because they looked so intimate, but there was also a possibility that they were only friends, siblings or even acquaintance. I needed to be careful in my opinion, especially since intimacy was deceitful, someone might think two people had a relationship, though they didn't.

My heart throbbed faster while walking towards them. I didn't want to kill people like them because they weren't doing anything wrong. However, it crossed my mind not to care about them, for mistakes were only in someone's mind, and without thinking, he could not define a mistake. Nothing was ever completely wrong, because even a stopped clock was right twice a day.

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The man was wearing black pants, a white shirt, and black boots. He had curly hair. While the woman was dressed in a black shaggy coat, black pants striped with white fabrics on both sides. She had a long hair, and was shorter than the man, both of whom were taller than me.

I was tried, though I didn't know how to kill humans, but because I had seen how the curse had killed those people before, I had an idea of how to kill them. Meanwhile Cain was watching how I would kill the couple.

One more step and I was already behind them. I was lucky that they hadn't noticed me, especially since they were busy flirting each other. In a sudden movements, I seized their heads and forcibly rammed against each other's. I mistook my moves. It wasn't the right way to drop them because their heads were thick and hard.

The woman ran away while the man wasn't affected, and he clutched his hand, preparing to punch me without saying anything. He looked stronger than I thought, I could not recognize his face because the place was getting darker with the fog.

Something was whispering in my ear, despite the fact that no one was nearby. I knew it was the power of hearing, but I didn't know where it came from. It was telling me something, right, the man's next moves. He was going to punch my face, so I avoided him. He punched me again and again, which made him irritated as to why he could not hit me. Though he was taller than me, I had kicked his face. It was so cool! The noise beside my ear did not stop telling me his next moves; it helped me avoid receiving a punch and kick from him.

I never thought this power could help in that kind of situation. I had been thinking before that it could not, and it would only become an obstruction for me. Unexpectedly, it had proved itself it was more than what I thought; like a friend who would be there in times of need. It was true that if something was really for me, I didn't need to pursue it because even how much I would throw it away, it would still comeback because it was destined for me.

After many times that the man tried to punched me, he had not hit me even once. Meanwhile, after many times I hit his face and everywhere, I realized his weakness was the same as every man's weakness. It crossed my mind to kick him in the center of his thigh with all my force. And that made him growled in pain before becoming flabby.

"Ahh-hhaaww!" He cried while holding his thigh. "What kind of boy are you? There are many things to kick. Why did you kick mine?"

"If you were thinking I'm just playing with you, then you'll be disappointed." I took the opportunity while he was looking down to hold his neck and seized it with all my strength.

Perhaps he was really thinking that I just wanted to play with him, and he wasn't aware he lost consciousness. I failed yet again, and I wasn't sure why he still had a pulse despite of what I did. Perhaps I had underestimated him. Meanwhile, Cain also saw what happened, so he went towards me.

"You're good at martial arts, but he's still breathing. Why won't you carry him and throw him to the thick or hard object, just like that wall there?" Cain asked while pointing to the wall ahead. "You're right," I agreed.

I was so strong that I could carry the man alone, though he was heavier than one sack of rice. And though it was still far from the wall, I threw him there with all my force which created a loud blast. "What do you think? Is he dead now?" I asked.