This Chapter have a some violents escenes, that can make ankward to sensible person.
1
I stayed in the corner of my room, again. I died. I'm fed up; what's the point anymore? Am I being selfish? No, because anyone would understand; anyone would have given up too. No one can stand dying.
—…
In this loop, I'm still in the basement. I'm waiting for a different result, hoping to die in a less painful way. I already went up to the room because I got a fever again, and, once more, the necklace hangs around my neck.
—…
I can't say anything. My hands are shaking, my legs are shaking, everything about me is shaking—all because of the others. If it weren't for Michael obeying that stupid wolf, I wouldn't be dying.
If it weren't for Rufus, Michael wouldn't be like this, and if it weren't for that old man, I wouldn't be here. Suffering, repeating the same weeks over and over again.
Surely the others have forgotten me by now. Surely they think I'm dead. Surely Lisa is with someone else. Surely Harold has already slept with that bitch Carla. Surely my parents replaced me with a stuffed animal. Surely Elizabeth has gone back to her old ways.
Surely they are living a happy life without me….
Why am I so angry? Why do I think like this? Well… I've always thought like this. Did I save Carla because it was good for her? Of course not. I was thinking, "If I leave her, this time she will be gone forever." I didn't want to be alone.
Should I have escaped my problems again?
Yes, I should have, because instead of being here, I would be with Lisa, with my friends.
The floor is cold, freezing, but refreshing in a way. Staring blankly at the metal door is what I've been doing. It's better than looking at the ceiling.
Three months have passed, just in different loops, but how different is it really? Lupin is a hypocrite; he claims to be a hero, but he's a useless idiot who doesn't know how to do anything other than lick Michael's feet.
—…
Michael is an idiot, Rufus is an idiot, everyone is an idiot.
Dad… you're a liar…
If affirming something that isn't true were a crime, I would gladly take a life sentence.
2
After three hours, I remembered I didn't have the desire to talk to Grandfather. What for? If in the end, he'll kill me.
I don't think I'm capable of escaping from here.
That, for some reason, bothers me less than before. Maybe it's because I'm already used to this dump? I don't think so, because I'm still hungry.
I'm still hungry; I haven't gotten used to it, because if I had, I would settle for the little I have. And there are footsteps; it must be Michael, it must be Grandfather, or maybe Morty. Honestly, I don't care who comes first.
—Dylan? —said a voice from outside, sounding doubtful.
It's Rufus's voice. What is he doing here? He never comes. What did I do to…?
—Um, I brought you something I made —Rufus said—. I made it for Michael, and since you're a teenager too, I thought if you liked it, Michael would like it.
….
—Come in —I said.
He opened the door; he had a tray with some cream-filled cupcakes. He gave me one and looked at me fixedly. I took a bite of the dessert; it was soft, fluffy. It tasted good.
—It's good —I said.
—Really? —he asked.
—Yes —I replied—. It's the best thing I've eaten these days.
—I'm glad.
He smiled, with a slight blush; his golden eyes glowed.
—Hey, by the way, what was your relationship with my dad like? —I asked.
I know the only contact we made in this loop was this and one time he brought me water. (That was just as I arrived, and he never returned until now). So I don't expect him to tell me because, well… there's no trust.
The only thing he told me in the therapy sessions was about his anxiety attacks and what it was like to be in a seal for a long time.
—Well, we both took care of each other, we played pranks on each other, we loved each other; everything was happiness until Mom died.
He paused, a silence that weighed like a 20-kilo weight.
—Dad drank himself into a stupor, Roberto scolded him for it, I cried, and so on, over and over, every day, until Tray arrived —he smiled, sadly—. She loved Roberto. At the beginning she didn't, but later, yes. They both loved each other like crazy.
He told me they were in everything: they slept together, ate together, bathed together, etc.
—And well, they ran away together. I married Anne, and I had Michael. You know the rest.
—How are you sure I know the rest? —I asked.
—Because it shows on your face —he replied—. Besides, Roberto must have told you something.
—….Yes —I lied.
—Well, see you later —Rufus said.
He opened the door and left…
3
—Dad….
What else are you hiding from me? Are you also a secret killer?
Everything will happen again. I'm going to die again; everything will happen the same way, right? That's what I hope, unless the hypocrites I call my loved ones decide to save me.
I managed to hide a spoon and a plate. That was all.
—Dy…
I hear a noise at the door, which opens.
—Ah, Rufus.
He is wounded; he has several cuts and blood-soaked holes. It's disgusting, but I run toward him, staining my clothes with blood.
—Please, save Michael….
—Rufus!.
—…At least, I li…lived.
What is he saying!? No, no, not him. WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY!?
—RUFUS.
He stops responding, which means he died.
—He tried to escape —my grandfather said—. I should have killed him sooner.
I grabbed the knife Rufus had. That bastard, everything is always because of him. I stood up.
—YOU ARE A-
—Dad? —Michael said.
The silence was heavy again. Now I start to shake; my voice won't come out. I'm stuttering, and Michael looks angrier than ever.
—Mi-
—Who was it? —Michael asked, interrupting me.
—It was him —Grandfather said.
—I DIDN'T-!
—Then you, who have the knife, the clothes, and the body in front of you, covered in blood, you did nothing?
After that argument, Michael lifted a wooden branch. His gray clothing seemed to fit perfectly with the moment.
Grandfather stood in front of me.
—Well, apparently, the bad guys always pay the-
—Ice clash.
The bells and the heaviness in the air appeared. A bloody, sky-blue spectacle passed right in front of my face; Grandfather's head flew off with a white blizzard, which turned red.
—You have 10 seconds: 1, 2, 3, 4.
I hate my life, I hate this place, I hate the blood.
But above all, my fear of Michael Fronx is greater than my hatred.
4
I'm in a closet, and my breathing is heavy. I'm scared; I shake with every movement.
There was Michael; his blue eyes had shrunk, which made him more terrifying than he already was. His brow was furrowed, and his wand was loaded with a ball of water.
—WHERE ARE YOU, DYLAN TYLER! —he screamed.
—Hk!
I can't move; my body and my mind forbid it. Until Michael casts an attack, I won't move from here.
—WATER BALL.
After Michael's shout, a ball of water impacted against something and someone—surely it was some butler, because the sound didn't belong to a voice I had heard before.
I managed to get out and leave quickly, without looking back, until I crossed paths with Michael's mother with the spear.
—Water Ball-.
—Electric cut —Michael's mother said.
The attacks collided, generating a brief roar, which, you guessed it, ruptured my eardrums.
—Fire Cut.
Michael's mother impaled him with the spear, right in the chest. Blood poured out in heaps while the boy fell to the floor.
—Well, well, and I thought this plan would be useful —Michael's mother said—. And who are you?
—Dy-Dylan —I said, holding the knife (which was small) in my pocket.
—Well, Dylan —she said—. Stand up, you are going to be my servant.
I stood up, and she offered me her hand. I grabbed the knife, putting my hand in my pocket; I can't forgive her. Everyone is already dead.
I wanted to cry for everyone; I wanted to vomit, but I'm going to unleash that in this attack.
—Dylan, what's wrong?
The woman in front of me was smiling at me.
—Nothing.
My heart beats and….
—Wa…ter… cut.
The swirl of water flew toward the woman, causing her torso to detach from her legs, which fell after the bubbling sound of the attack.
Michael was trying to stand up.
—Ah, AAAAAH, AH.
What remained of Michael's mother (that is, her torso) was clinging to me. So disgusting, so disgusting.
—No… No…. I don't want to die —she said with a face of fear and despair.
—YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD —I screamed—. LET ME GO.
I tried to shake her off in desperation; her intestines and arteries touched the floor. In the end, I managed to get her far away from me.
I ran off, leaving her behind. I ran, screaming, until I reached the forest near the house. I barely managed to reach some nearby trees.
My tears started to fall, and I began to cry.
—Ah, ah, AAAH.
I clung to the earth. I'm scared; I don't want to die anymore, please, save me, please…..
Forgive me, Dad.
Forgive me, Lisa.
Forgive me, Mom.
Forgive me, Elizabeth.
Forgive me, Elias.
Forgive me, Carla.
Forgive me, Harold.
Forgive me, Fuyumura.
Forgive me, Ester.
—OH GOD, FORGIVE ME —I screamed with tears.
I was shaking, I'm scared…
—Air cut.
—Eh?
The blizzard of greenish air ran toward my neck.
The air reached my shoulder, severing it.
—Michael lost his dad, Grandfather locked him in a seal, then manipulated Michael all this time.
Morty appeared, with a smile on his face.
—The power to revive Grandma is fake; I only need the whale —Morty said—. To bring back Mordred, only his soul.
My rage increased while I tried to kill him with the knife. But Morty had already cut my leg.
—…
No, I won't give him the satisfaction.
Michael, Rufus, Dad, Mom, Lisa, Carla, Harold, Elizabeth, Elias. I love them. I will save them. …
I'm not the only one suffering; I'm a selfish, hypocritical person.
I'm sorry, Lupin, for insulting you; you don't even know what's happening.
Dylan Tyler stabbed himself; Morty let out a snort of frustration.
And so, the world ceased to exist.