be aware of your own darkness

Beau is sleeping on his bed. on his sleep his whole body is shaking. there is horror drawn on his face. he opens his eyes. he is barely breathing properly. he is shaking with horror and pain. he touches his face & body. he feels relief to see that it was all a dream. a really scary dream about a past that is not there.

Beau can't go back to sleep. he looks at his watch. it isn't even four o'clock jet. Beau tries to stay awake. even after dying once. even on another world. he can't overcome it. the past is a torment on the nights.

it is nothing new. every once in a while Beau has nightmares that are less than a representation of the past. once a year there is that shadow. the shadow that eats piece by piece the tranquility on Beau's heart.

Beau tries to stand up. he walks towards the door. he feels thirsty. he opens the door. Leah is on the other side of the door. she is worry for him. she dares not to speak, she can tell that there is old pain on his heart.

Beau wants to speak. he wants to tell her all. but there is the fear of her not liking him. the known fear of letting others know about your darkest days. for fear to be leave for lack of comprehension.

every mortal hides a secret, a secret for which they see themselves as monsters, victims, or extras, there are even some who see themselves as worthless pieces of flesh & bones. there is always someone crying on darkness. someone crying silently, secretly wishing for someone to accept them.

Leah can see the torment that is reflected on Beau's eyes. he doesn't want to talk. she doesn't want to be disrespectful. Leah just asks him if it is normal for him to have those types of nightmares. Beau tells her that they come, and they go as they please. at least two nightmares per year is normal.

Leah asks him how frequent are the nightmares since he became an 'Offering.' Beau admits he didn't had any, not until he killed a man on the Secret Chambers Bar & Grill. after that murder he has been having nightmares at least once per week.

Leah hugs Beau without saying more. Leah hugs him with all her strength.they don't look like a couple. they look more like a mother & a sad son. maybe what Beau needed more on his life was, a mother's love.

Leah whispers on Beau's ear letting him know that she is at his side. Beau holds her with the little strength he has on his weak body. he is afraid of falling deep on the bottom of the well.

"you are what is keeping me away from breaking into thousands of little pieces."

whispers Beau with a trembling voice.

"and you mean the world to me."

said Leah with a sweet smile.

on the west wing of the building; Dog-B wakes up. he looks at his sleeping girlfriend. he plays with her hair. he has a sweet smile as he thinks about protecting her from all evil. he can pretend to be a man-whore all he wants. there is nothing more painful to him than seen a tear on Cat-G's face.

he feels rage for being weak & most of the time useless. he wants to be someone strong for her. someone worthy of her love. then once more he reminds himself of his harlequin persona. he is nothing but a clown who fell in love.

he touches her hands. he caresses her hands barely touching them. he whispers sweet promises of a better tomorrow. he wishes for her to find eternal happiness, even if that means he needs to step away from her.

Cat-G opens her eyes. she turns her face to look at her lover. she smiles as she looks at the face of the idiot she loves. there is this tickling she feels. sometimes she wonders how is possible to love someone so much. and jet feel like it isn't enough.

she feels like her love for that idiot, is like a bottomless pit. every time she feels like she is loving him more than ever. more of what is even humanly possible, then the next day she loves him even more. there is something cute & sweet about an idiot who acts like a macho, runs like a cowardly dog, and loves her like if there is no one else on the world.

Cat-G kisses him on the forehead. she then kisses his shoulder. she then removes the blanket from his abdomen. she starts to kiss his shoulders. then she goes for the neck. she keeps kissing him.

Dog-B is confuse. he has nothing against an early proof of love. he loves her so much. he isn't sure if is the right time. to talk about the encounter with the executioner. he knows how much more joyful she looks since they joined the guild. he doesn't want to snatch that little peace from her.

"we need to talk about something serious."

said Dog-B with a bitter look on his face.

Cat-G stops kissing his stomach. she looks at his face. rapidly she understood that it was a serious matter. she hugs him. she tells him that it doesn't matter what it is, she will be at his side like always.

"is it really that serious?"

she asks worry for him.

there are some seconds of silence, as Dog-B tries to find the strength to speak. he can't tell her that he fucked it up again. he doesn't deserve the love of such a great woman, she deserves someone so much better.

"you have no idea how much I love you. ignore this crazy madly in love man, there is no serious problem. I am so sorry honey, my cutey meow."

said Dog-B with teary eyes.

on a dark room; Karl (Choco-Coco-Latte) is on his bed squirming on his sleep. he is unable to awake from a cruel nightmare. a nightmare about the shadow, of a time in his life which was the happiest. and now has turned into a nightmare.

he opens his eyes. tears fall from his eyes. he can barely breath. he fracture some bones on his sleep. he doesn't care about the physical pain. he yields with horror. he hits his head with his own fist. he scream & cries with so much horror. with no context some may think that someone is killing him. in a way he is being killed from inside his heart.

he tries to control himself. the pain is too much for him. he wishes to cut those emotions from his heart. he stupidly believed that the pain will end with time. yes the pain is lesser now. but without proper help, he can't overcome that shadow.

Karl tries to stand up. he falls off his bed. you may mistake to believe that he is alone for the darkness on the room. but in reality there are two people who entered on that room. two people who he haven't seen jet.

the twins wanted to scare him on his sleep. somehow they are the ones that ended up scared to see him squirming. he almost looked like a contortionist. they could clearly hear some bones breaking on the process. they cried quietly when they saw all the horror that holds Karl prisoner of the past.

Psychotic Twin has been hating this man since day one. she has been thinking about killing him since day two. she even dreams about torturing him on inhuman ways. jet she couldn't stop herself from feeling sadness when she saw that face, the face of a man who lives on an eternal hell.

Karl tries to stand up. he looks at his desk. there is an empty glass. he takes it. he walks out of the room. he is thinking about drinking some water before sleeping once more.

the twins talk to each other. they didn't found the proper time to leave the room. they are afraid of being seen by Karl leaving the room.

Psychotic Twin stands up as she pulls her brother out of the room. they run towards their rooms. after some minutes they are far away from that room.

"I feel like an intruder. it wasn't my place to learn those things about him. I don't know how to look at him on the eyes tomorrow."

said Psychotic Twin aware of her mistake.

"I knew he was broken like us. I knew he can see the ghost of someone from his past, just like us. I knew he is one of the most tragic looking guys I had ever seen. jet the side of him that I saw today, it was so sad. he seemed so weak, so vulnerable, he seemed like a sad lost little soul."

said Good Twin feeling sadness.

outside from the Guild Building; Federico Covarrubias is smoking. he is witness of the silent dark night, the dark sky. he keeps smoking. he is waiting for a message, or a call from his beloved Pandora. he haven't seen her on a while.

he doesn't seem to be brave enough to face her. not after what he did. he didn't just betrayed her. he also murdered her best friend. he has fucked it up so many times. he doesn't deserve her love. he doesn't deserve her.

Joaquin walks out of the building to make him company. Joaquin is holding a cigar on his right hand. he lights the cigar. he starts smoking without saying a single word. he has fought with Federico enough times. tonight he just wants to ease his worries.

Federico laughs loudly. he tells him how sorry he is for being arrogant. he admits that he deserved what happened to him. Joaquin just ignores him as he keeps smoking. Federico knows that winning their trust once more, is going to be hard.

"don't worry for me. as long as you don't do any bullshit, also as long as you stay away from me. I am fine with you on the team. you should worry about winning the trust of the others. don't talk to me, since now I am going to avoid you."

said Joaquin smoking peacefully.

Federico laughs. he forced his way inside of the game. for love & greed. he knew what winning means, he knew what losing can be. he was too greedy. he was so in love. jet he is now standing without love, far from achieving his greedy desires.

Federico lived a simple & boring life before this point. he lived with some struggles, some sorrows like any other human being. he became obsessed with the game. after learning about it from someone else. at first it was a joke to him. now it is his obsession.

there are things on his life that he wishes to change. there are moments of his life he wishes to erased. today he is insure if he actually did the right thing. maybe the price is too high. or has he lost all motivation?

"I know what I am. I know who I am. I know how incapable I am to measure my limitations, I thank you for giving me a second chance. I won't fucked it up again."

said Federico with all honesty.

Joaquin throws the cigar on the ground. he steps on it. he turns around. he is leaving. Federico whispers something. Joaquin stops for a moment. he nods. then he leaves. he went back inside of the building.

Federico laughs with melancholy. he stops smoking. he throws the cigar on the floor. he steps on it. he is about to leave, when he is stop by a strange sound. he tries to ignore the sound as he keeps walking slowly.

the origin of the sound was someone on trouble. you don't need to be a genius to know. but on this world playing hero means walking on a thin line between death & life. on this world playing Hero is either arrogance or fake righteousness.

Federico gives up trying to ignore the source of the sound. he runs as fast as possible to the origin of the sound. when he arrives he saw multiple dead bodies on the floor. he then looks at members of a guild. two scare ladies are thankful to them.

"hello there, we are Morality & Justice. we are the protectors of the innocent, we are the punishment of the evil doers, do you consider your self a righteous man or an evil doer?"

said someone who seems to be the boss of the guild.

"I abhor evil acts with no justification. I can't be righteous if I stained my hands on blood, it doesn't matter if I fight for the right cause. blood is blood. so is up to you to find out if I am an evil doer who is unaware of it, or if am I just a righteous man who acts like a gangster."

said Federico with a calm smile.