The sounds of fingers hitting the keyboard echoed across the bedroom. A man sat at the desk, typing frantically on the computer.
He was typing out an encrypted email to an anonymous account.
"Haah."
He released a tired sigh when he send the email.
There were dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep, his beard and hair was in a state of turmoil.
He leaned back on the chair and ran a trembling hand through his hair.
"With this, it's finally done." He mumbled softly.
His eyes drifted along the walls of his bedroom, which was filled with motivational posters.
This was a pastime of his; reading poetry or any material and picking out a quote or phrase that stood out to him and sticking it on the walls.
But now it seems that he will have to move on and leave them behind, again.
The man stood up from where he was seated and unceremoniously threw himself face first on the bed.
Click
The sound of a shaft going off sounded loudly in the quiet room. The man's eyes widened when he heard it.
"Shi–"
BOOOOM!!!
A huge explosion tore through the bedroom, completely engulfing the man and the entire apartment in mere moments.
The man died before his brain could even process the pain.
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"Waaahh waaahh"
The bird chamber was steeped in chaos.
Sprawled on the bed was a woman with long white hair, damp with sweat that made it stuck
to her forehead.
Between her legs was a pool of blood and birth fluids that stained the entire bed.
In her arms was a crying newborn girl with the same white hair as the mother, but with crimson eyes.
The woman completely ignored the baby's wailing and focused her tired emerald green eyes on the corner of the room.
In the corner was a wooden cradle, and inside it was a tiny newborn baby boy with pitch black hair and unnaturally pale skin, laying motionless.
A midwife and maid frantically administered CPR on the baby, one delicately pumping his heart with two fingers and the other lightly blowing air into his mouth.
Their hands and knees shook uncontrollably, as if a heavy weight was pushing down on them.
At the door of the room stood a middle-aged man–tall, handsome–with the same pitch black hair as the newborn boy and the same crimson eyes as the newborn girl.
Undoubtedly their father.
The man's appearance drew fright in the midwifes' heart, but his tense jaw, clenched fist and swirling red energy that surrounded him only amplified the fear she felt.
She knew that death was awaiting her if she failed to save her lord's kin.
But no matter how hard she tried, nothing helped. There was no way she could save him, in fact, the baby has been death for a few minutes now.
She knew that both the parents could sense the absence of life in the baby's tiny frame, but neither of them said anything, so the only thing she could do was keep up with the act.
Just as the midwife was about to stop her efforts and announce the results to the parents, she felt the baby's heart pound weakly against her finger.
She scrambled and quickly did CPR on the boy.
The boys heartbeat grew stronger by the moment, and before long he could move his arms.
"Waaahhh waahhh."
The boy finally cried and his wailing eased the tension in the room.
A smile grazed the mother's face, the father released the heavy pressure he put on everyone, the midwife and maids heaved a relieved sigh, grateful that they get to live another day.
The baby's eyes opened, revealing a crimson gaze.
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'Where am I?'The man thought.
He found himself in darkness.
'Is this hell?'
He tried to move his body, but he felt restricted.
His arms and legs felt like lead and took a lot of effort to move, unlike how easy it was to move his before.
He could hear the cries of a baby not to far from him, making him more anxious.
'What type of torture method is this?'
He was a mercenary; doing jobs the average person never knew existed, most of them illegal–like killing people–and part of his job was to familiarize oneself with every and all types of torture method.
But not once has he heard a method involving a crying baby.
The man tried to scan his surroundings with his eyes, but couldn't open them.
So he opted to call for help.
He felt a sharp pain in his throat as he tried to form the words, as if his throat was unaccustomed to words.
"Waaahh waaahh"
The man squealed in pain, but all that came out was the wailing of a baby.
Finally able to open his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar sight.
Two women with sweat on their foreheads greeted him with nervous smiles.
"The baby is going to be okay, my lady." One of them said.
The man didn't understand a single word that was said. The language was foreign, otherworldly, one he has never heard of on Earth.
The man–or rather, the baby–stopped his cries when one of the women picked him up and carried him in her arms.
'I-I'm a baby?' The man questioned.
The midwife carrying himm like that and the inexplicable feeling of being unable to move his limbs to his will made that clear.
Now in a better position–due to the midwife picking him up–he was finally able to check his surroundings.
He was in a room with black marble floor and walls, that gave the room a Gothic feel.
Every piece of furniture was made from red wood, with every piece having intricate carvings on them, a testament to the carpenters attention to detail.
There was a woman with white hair on the big bed, staring at him with motherly love as the midwife carried him to her.
The woman's disheveled state couldn't hide her beauty, and her smile further amplified it.
He stared at her in a daze.
She was the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.
He only came out of his revery when the woman took him in his arms and loving kissed him on his forehead.
"Yes... yes, he is." She said, in the foreign language, tears streaming down her face.
The boy was completely oblivious to this, as the other baby in the woman's arms took his full attention.
'My sister?'
The little girl's cries stopped when the two of them made eye contact. Both of them staring at one another as if they found a missing piece of themselves.
"Out." A commanding voice ordered, breaking the babies out of their trance.
The maids and midwife carried out the order immediately, quickly scrambling out of the room.
The man that stood at the door finally stepped forward, making his presence known to the baby that only now noticed him.
The baby was frightened from the man's aura, it was something he frequently encountered among other mercenaries.
The aura of a killer.