In a quiet family cemetery, a man arrived carrying a bouquet of flowers with slow steps.When he arrived in front of a headstone bearing Johnny’s name, he set the bouquet down and opened a can of beer for him.Victor sat in front of the gravestone, drinking the canned beer he had brought while staring coldly at Johnny’s gravestone in front of him. Although he seemed cold and unsympathetic, but if you look closely, there are strokes of sadness in his cold, downcast eyes.Victor can be heard sighing several times, it’s still unbelievable that Johnny is gone. It had all happened so fast and so chaotically; Victor hadn’t even had time to condole his adoptive father’s death when another mess came along and almost took his lover away from him.“What a mess,” he said, monologuing, “maybe I’ll never live in peace; I was born to live in a world of chaos.”Victor thinks back to the past and memories; times when things weren’t this bad, but she was an unapproachable person.And when Victor wante
“I won’t lose... Verlaine is still a hundred years too young to beat me.” “You talk like a villain in a fantasy movie,” Scarlett said, laughing a little so that it made Victor smile at her. But soon, he was sad again because reality was not as easy as it was in the movie. Scarlett stroked Victor’s face. “I don’t want to lose any of my children, but it looks like I have to give up one. Victor, come back safely ....” Victor was stunned, because he did not expect Scarlett to choose him. “Even if it means I have to kill your biological son...?” Scarlett was silent; she needed time to answer. “Like you said, Verlaine could have gone even crazier than this, and we certainly can’t let him keep messing around, right? That’s why you need to stop him and get back safely, yes! You have Violet waiting for you, and me.” “Then who will be waiting for Verlaine?” “His father,” Scarlett said, talking about Johnny and the tragedy that happened between him and Verlaine was apparently not an easy
As Verlaine fired each of the pistols he was holding, Victor tried to dodge as quickly as possible behind the pillar. Fortunately, he was not too late, only one bullet managed to tear his shirt sleeve. “You have no idea what my relationship with Maria is like, and don’t forget that I was the one who picked her up after you threw her away!” said Verlaine, angrily trying to get closer to the spot where Victor was hiding. “You’re just an unlucky child who was spoiled too much by your mother, you wouldn’t know what love is like in this kind of world! You don’t even open your heart when people try to approach you, you turn your face away haughtily and make them look like they’re begging for love from a child like you!” Verlaine fired again when he saw a bit of Victor’s head, but missed so Victor could turn from the other side and shoot him. Bang! Victor’s shot didn’t miss, it was just that Verlaine was no less clever at dodging bullets so it only hit the building. “Maria loves me! She
Verlaine rained bullets down on Victor again, Victor hid again and since he had managed to identify his surroundings, the man ran through the pain towards Verlaine. It sounded impossible if his speed could match Verlaine’s bullet speed, so Victor tried to find the closest place to move to-until he could get close to Verlaine and shoot the man’s gun before it spat Victor with its high-velocity bullets. Bang! The gun was thrown upwards before falling somewhere else; Verlaine didn’t care because the vibrations Victor’s attack had produced managed to make his hand hurt to the point of near numbness. “ARGH!” he screeched in pain, his face instantly pale and he didn’t even care that he was now clinging to Victor’s pants. “Shit ....” he added, but Victor just stood calmly watching him, then pointed the muzzle of his silvery pistol right at Verlaine’s forehead. Verlaine froze instantly when he felt the cold steel tip touch his forehead, he glanced at Victor with a trembling gaze; the fac
Hearing Victor ask such a question, Verlaine felt disturbed. His smile disappeared and his eyes became serious. “What did you say?” he asked in a challenging tone. But Victor was still calm even though he was not well, he said, “Are you afraid so you’re making excuses? But I’m trying to understand it since you without your favorite weapon are the equivalent of a bully boy who hits opponents out of anger; you’re still a thousand years too young to beat me.” Being belittled like that made the haughty Verlaine naturally angry. “WHAT DO YOU SAY!?” The man ran head first towards Victor and threw a punch. Victor was already prepared, he managed to dodge using his agility and speed. But Verlaine’s attack was also faster than before, although it was clear to see how messy it was since he attacked Victor relying on strength and anger alone. When an opponent only focuses on attacking, there are many openings to defeat him. Such was the case with Victor, who used Verlaine’s angled fist to mo
He looked at Victor once more, his breathing was sparse and heavy. Verlaine should have just left; he had won, right? But he chose to add to Victor’s pain; not by hurting the man, but by letting him listen to all the hatred Verlaine had been harboring while waiting for his death. “Finally, Victor...,” Verlaine said, opening the conversation, “I finally got rid of you.” Verlaine sat back down on Victor’s stomach and said, “It was so claustrophobic to live in your shadow; to see you shining in everyone’s eyes while no one noticed me. I hated those moments so much that I thought it would be better if I died. But no... I forgot that I wasn’t born that weak, so I tried to match you. And now you see, I won, Victor... that means I’m above you, I’m stronger than you that mom and dad always bragged about.” Verlaine looked very happy and excited, but then he looked down with a sad look. “But what am I going to do next... I’m not like you who had a reason to come back alive; the only person w
Verlaine felt such overwhelming emotion that his eyes were red and teary. But she couldn’t move at all, and that feeling made her very upset. “Don’t call him your father,” Verlaine said; speaking with crushed vocal cords must have hurt him a lot, but it didn’t seem so bad since his anger was greater than his pain. Victor chuckled, still trying to maintain his staggering body. He said, “Well if you love him so much... make sure you meet him so he can spank your ass,” Victor said, then his smile slowly faded as he remembered how Johnny had smiled gently at him, “and make sure you apologize.” Victor coughed again; he was bleeding and it seemed to be getting more and more. But he doesn’t think it’s time to stop yet, he still has one thing to say to Verlaine. “If you’re still conscious... listen to me, and you’ll understand why you won’t be able to defeat me,” he said, wiping away the trail of blood around his mouth, “Verlaine... anger on the battlefield will only backfire on you. Whe
[2 MONTHS LATER] "Miss Violet! Miss...!" A girl with golden blonde hair turned her head immediately when someone called her name. Her long, wavy hair was swept up by the gentle breeze of the fields, making it look like a hanging cloth that was dancing beautifully. "Good morning Uncle, what's up?" asked the girl, smiling her beautiful friendly smile. "Good news for you, Miss; five of our sheep have successfully given birth today!" "Oh, really? How many lambs were born?" "There were 17 lambs, Miss! And they're all healthy!" Violet couldn't help but smile when she heard the happy news on this sunny day. The mother sheep on the farm had given birth to healthy baby lambs; they were sure to be cute, chubby lambs that Violet couldn't wait to see. "Are you going to see them now, Miss?" an offer Violet certainly didn't refuse; the girl nodded and hurried from the middle of the field of tall sunflowers to get out there and meet her lambs. "We need to get them vitamins and vaccines to k