I cowered in the corner, trembling for my life as I clutched my younger sister closely.
We both shook violently as we were concealed in the dark corner, watching the blood gradually ooze out from our father's crippled form.
As barrels, we're eternally dispised.
Always wiped out.
As my younger sister hid her face into my shirt, I finally understood why.
We were barrels.
Until hell freezes over, we will always be the enemies.
I patted her head softly as she lightly whimpered, hoping to comfort her in some way.
Only a seven year old little girl, and she knows all this pain. . . All this suffering. . . I mused silently.
With me having a four year "advantage" , as they call it, I've been trained to remain calm and fight when these occurrences happen.
I wrenched my eyes away from the form that was formerly known as my father and stood, picking up my younger sister from my lap and placing her down on her feet.
"Come on now, Rahmiel, we need to get out of here. . . Quick." I stated as she looked up, her chocolate eyes meeting mine, showing fear.
"B-But. . . What about Daddy?" She questioned, her voice cracking at the end as tears welled up in her eyes.
I shook my head sadly, "He can't come with us anymore. . . He did what he need to protect us." I stated slowly.
A single tear rolled down her pale cheek as she hugged my waist tightly, burying her face into my tear stained shirt.
I hugged her closely for a moment, I was the only family she had now, and knelt down to her height.
Tears threatened to escape my eyes as I spoke, holding them back to keep her calm.
"You know the Mommy and Daddy will always love us. . . Right?" I asked, watching her nod softly.
"Alright then. . . That's all that matters now. . . We can't do anything to help them anymore." I replied softly as I wiped away her tears and stood.
She sniffed and held her arms up towards me, "Can you carry me this time Diniel?" She asked softly.
I smiled sadly as I scooped her up in response and waited until she was clung to my back. Normally, I wouldn't do such a thing, so she could build up her endurance.
But this time it was different.
She wrapped her thin arms around my neck and slim thighs around my abdomen tightly, her stomach growled softly as it protested in hunger.
"Dini. . . I'm hungry." She said as I repositioned her a bit on my back.
"I know Rahmi. . . I know." I mumbled as I took note of how hard it was going to be running like this.
But I didn't mention that.
I never do.
I strolled down the seemingly long corridor, determined to get us somewhere safe quickly, saving my energy for when we have to make a quick escape.
Rahmiel was fast asleep, laying her head tiredly on my shoulder, her chocolate brown hair covering a portion of her face.
I smiled inwardly to myself before beginning to jog, feeling some kind of dark feeling lurking behind us.
The same one that was following us before it viciously murdered our father.
Rahmiel had sensed the darkness as well, sleepily rubbing her eyes with one hand as she fixed her grip on me with the other.
"What's going on?" She asked tiredly, looking around us.
Before I had time to answer her, everything happened.
A scream escaped her lips, causing me to head out in a full fledged sprint.
I'm not letting anything bad happen to her.
A force pulled us backwards, causing me to fall flat on my back, knocking the breath out of me.
Wait. . .
I forced myself into a sitting position, my eyes struck with horror.
Too little. . .
Rahmiel laid on the floor, blood pouring out her neck.
Too late. . .
My body shook with rage as I looked at her, tears flowing down my face.
I knew why now. . .
I understood. . .
I realized then and there why we're count for as evil. We kill those who murdered the ones who hold deeply in our hearts.
Or die trying.
I yanked out my blade from my pocket and leaped up to my feet, tears blurring my vision.
"Come on out! Come on out you worthless son of an asshole!" I yelled out, my voice cracking.
The golden man stalked out from the darkness that the shadows provided. He had a smug look plastered on his face as the blood from his golden sword dripped down on the lifeless cold stone floor below us teasingly.
Rage shook through my body as I watched him.
"So. . . We meet again Diniel."