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"don't tell me you've given up on father and son... :("
oh no! I’ve been doing finals and extra shifts for work lately so I’ve been busy with all kinds of stuff. father and son isn’t gone forever c:
I diD IT………….bye
“I don’t think you’re safe here anymore,” she said, fighting to keep her voice low. “Not after what Kiran and your family have done to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“They’ve done something horrible to you, Raj. Look at yourself. You’re wasting away.”
“My family would never-“
“Have you seen something this happen to any of them before?”
Raj fell silent. He looked away from her, but Elsa could still see his red-rimmed eyes. They were wide now, fearful.
“Raj?” she asked, feeling the beginnings of that fear herself. “What is it? Talk to me.”
“Chetan was like this a week before they found him in the basement.”
Elsa ran into Vimal as she was leaving the palace grounds. The second youngest brother — only older than Raj by a mere nine and a half months — was leaning against the outer walls, a cigarette in one hand and a tattered book in the other. She’d spoken to him on a few occasions, but all she really knew about him was that he had a crass sense of humor and he was something of a bookworm; rumor had it that his entire room was wall-to-wall books, some rarer and more impressive than those in the palace library (and whether he’d actually pilfered them from the palace library itself was another story).
Raj opened his eyes. Expected to find himself back in the room with his siblings and family. But instead there was nothing — just a fuzzy, empty landscape, the one he barely recognized from his dreams.
He tried to push himself up, but found that he couldn’t move his arms. His mouth still tasted like fire, and everything smelled like smoke.
“Kiran?” he called. There was no answer.
Raj could see things now, though; the shadow people were back.
And this time they had faces.
He closed his eyes again.
And this time he saw a familiar face amongst the crowd of shadows.
“Kiran?” he asked. Raj took a step closer to the form of his oldest brother. It was the first time he’d ever seen someone he recognized in this place; he was almost relieved.
Kiran stared back at him, head gently tilted, eyes half-lidded and watchful.
“How long have you been having these dreams?” he asked. The shadow people moved around them, smooth and quick as water, but he seemed to take no notice.
“A while. Since yesterday.”
Raj watched him, hands clasped at his front. Waiting. But Kiran was quiet, looking away from him, focused on something else.
“…These aren’t dreams, are they?” Raj finally asked.
“Not really, no.”
“What’s happening to me?”
“Nothing that can kill you.”
“How do I control them? How do I sleep through the night if this keeps happening?”
“You’ll live. I’ve been experiencing this for over thirty years now and I’m fine.”
“Well, almost. Some nights you’re too exhausted to fall.”
“I don’t understand,” Raj whispered, his gaze dropping to his folded hands. “What did you do to me? Why is this happening now?”
“I already told you. I need your help.”
“With what, though?”
"*soaks in the literary goodness*"
Raj moved quietly. He was aware then that the energy was drawing him back to the room where his brother’s body was found. Where the spirits had left him. Where Raj slowly began to realize that he might die as well, if he kept going.
But it was so strong now. He couldn’t think over it, couldn’t think over the tantalizing pull. All he could do was take another step forward, one after the other. Toward the source of that beautiful energy.
Title: Father and Son, Chapter 22
Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III
I should have known something was wrong from the moment I woke up. I should have, but I dismissed the nagging I felt when I went downstairs for breakfast and didn’t see Connor, who - much like myself - was an early riser out of habit rather than obligation. At the time I figured he must have stayed up late for some homework assignment or another, and I neglected to check his room to see if everything was all right.
I flicked my cell open while I waited for my tea water to boil and was surprised to find that not only had Charles called me in the early hours of the morning, but Johnson and Reginald had as well. I put the phone to my ear and listened to the several voice messages they’d left.
And what I heard made my blood run cold.
My brother was found dead this morning.
Not the oldest, of course – that would have caused a great fuss in the palace, and probably the rest of the kingdom as well. No, Kiran was the one who found the body. All he had to do was follow the sweet smell of rot, until it led him to one of the disused parts of the old library.
Chetan’s death was ruled as accidental, even though he was covered in lesions and had degraded enough that it looked as though he’d been dead for months. Never mind the fact that he was only missing for a week beforehand.
This has happened before, though – to one of my sisters several years ago, though her body was out in the courtyard and her head was missing – so none of us were surprised.