Last chance

After talking to Rafael about his conditions and such, Lucian hungs up. He made his to his mother room, he raised his hands and was about to twist the doorknob when he suddenly heard a series of vigorous coughs from the inside.

His hand fell to his side as his head lowers slightly. He bit his lower lips until it stings and blood ooze out from the cut he made. Lucian harshly wipe the blood with the back of his hand, and turned his back from the door. Both of his hands are clenched as he fought the urge to cry again.

I need to do this... I need to be strong... for my Mom...

With that thought, Lucian went out of the hospital. Not knowing that the chance he has tonight to see his mother, will be the last chance given to him.

Unbeknownst to him, the school's administrator called Luce to inform her that Lucian has been kicked out of the school because of his behavior. Luce was worried for Lucian and calls him numerous of times but to no avail.

Lucian had turned his phone off, and it was one of the biggest mistake he ever did.

"Dàmn, brat!" Rafael cursed as Lucian was send flying across the room. Rafael had a disgusted look on his face as he glares down at Lucian. He went to his side and kicked him in the guts.

"Ack!" Lucian cough a mouthful of blood as Rafael twisted his foot against Lucian's abdomen.

"I don't know what that bïtch of a mother of yours taught you but if you want to be a mafia, then be strong and ruthless!" Rafael lectured as he keeps on giving Lucian a series of kicks in his body.

Lucian heard him call his mother names and his eyes darkens in fury. "Don't call my mother like that!" He spats angrily but he was answered by Rafael who struck his bokken right into his shoulder. The edge of the bokken[1] was pierced right into his shoulder and Lucian fought the urge to cry in pain.

"Tsk! Piece of shit!" Rafael sneered then he turn his back on Lucian. "If you don't want me to call that woman names then prove it to me that she didn't gave birth to a whimpy kid like you." Then he left Lucian in the training room with bruised and bleeding wounds on his body.

Lucian clenched his fists hard to the point that it turns white. He laid there on the floor for a good hour before he forced his beaten body up. Both of his arms are shaking badly as he used it to stood on his feet, his vision blurs as blood ooze out of his forehead, covering his left eye.

With a deep sigh, he trotted his way to his room, which is once a storage room, with only a single bed and one small bathroom. He tried his best to lower his presence as he passed by a dozen of mafioso, which he learned in this one year. As much as possible, he didn't want everyone pays attention to him.

Not like everyone is interested in him anyways.

He is not the illegitimate child whose brought by Rafael out of the blue.

He was also not Lucian Lumière whose child of the former maid here in Cavelli famiglia manor.

He is just Aeron Seth Cavelli, a trash, a weakling, a nobody.

Once he is in his room, Lucian cleans and treats his wounds and injuries for no one in this famiglia will even bother to care for him.

And frankly, over these passed 12 months, Lucian got used to it. It's not like he was expecting such a luxurious treatment for him in the first place, as long as Rafael fulfilled his end of the bargain, he was fine with all these shïts.

Once his wounds are all bandaged and cleaned, Lucian lays down on the small rugged bed, creaking as his weight fell upon it and slept through the night, not caring that he only ate a scrap in the morning.

Lucian was dreaming about Aisha, his mother, and him in a house filled with laughters of two little twins, a boy and a girl, when he was woken up by a sharp pain in his right leg.

He woke up with a painful groan as he look up at Rafael's right hand man, whose cruelty is the same as Rafael's, and he has a bokken in his hand.

"Get up, brat, and prepare your things. You'll be living in the Hell Forest from now on, and train in yourself there."

"What?" Lucian blinks in surprise, for a second he thought he must be still dreaming but the painful feeling in his leg told him no.

"Rafael said that you can only be stronger and ruthless if you experienced the true harshness of this world. Now, stop being lazy and pack your things."

And just like that, Lucian was thrown in the Hell's Forest who is found a hundred kilometers away from the Capital of Country N.

There wasn't even a small cabin and whatnots, it was only pure wilderness with ferocious predators.

And he was all alone here in this hell.

Lucian was forced to fight off the predators and cook them over the fire he makes through stones and sharp edges woods. Lucian felt like he was in the era hundreds of years ago.

A month had passed, and Lucian got used to his life here in the forest. He also built a small cabin out of the woods he cut, for him to sleep in the night.

And not even once someone had visited him.

Well, he guess so, because one morning he recieved a letter left in front of his house. And the content was simple, only four words at most and was written in a sticky ink of red;

"Your mother is dead."

And Lucian's world crumbles.

"End of Flashback"

Aisha sucked in a deep breath, her eyes are breaming with tears as she fought back the urge to sob. Her heart feels heavy and painful, she was feeling pain for all his sufferings.

He experienced so much and yet, she was dàmn proud of him that he grew up into an amazing man like him.

She felt like she didn't deserve him, but she was possessive and whether he likes it or not, he is hers. And she will take away all his pain, she will make sure of it.

"At first I didn't believe it, but they send her corpse right at my doorstep along with an another letter." Lucian chuckles darkly. "How cruel of them to treat my mother like that. They said that the treatments didn't work and died because of her illness."

"Lucian..."

"But you know what? After a year and a half, I found out the truth. The reason why my mother left the famiglia, the reason why she hides from them, the reason she died...

Was because she became one of the guinea pigs of their twisted experiments."

[1] Wooden sword