The lifeless Sword and the masked funeral

No…..No….no…no no no no!!!!

That psychopath was right…my emotions are my weakness..it's right that in this ruthless industry..emotions are weakness..the power is to not have a soft place for anyone..not even your own parents….it was for my power…I did it for power.....I did it to save my empire….

Huan Jing kneels beside his mother's lifeless body, his breath ragged, and his mind spiraling into a panic attack. Guilt and anguish overwhelm him, threatening to consume him entirely.

"What have I done? "

My trembling hands clench and unclench as I struggles to regain control.I remember the countless times I watched my mother's unwavering love, and now I've taken her life for my own power?

I took away the life of the one who gave life to me?

I takes slow, deliberate breaths, forcing myself to regain composure.

I keep reminding myself that "It was for power…..it was for the better.."

Just as I start to stand, my ears catch the faint sound of footsteps approaching the factory.My senses snap into high alert, and my eyes dart around, searching for the source of the sound.

Someone's coming...

I quickly reaches for the pistol he used to commit the heinous act against his mother, clutching it tightly in my trembling hand. The footsteps draw nearer, echoing ominously in the cavernous space.

The seconds tick by, tension mounting, as I prepares to confront the unknown intruder or it's probably that psychopath Silver Mask. The horrendous creature..I hate her with the depth of my soul and I will finish her lifeline and her every thing and watch her experience the torment.

The footsteps draw closer, and Huan Jing's heart races as he grips the pistol tighter. From the shadows emerges a figure, clad in the eerie silver mask and dark attire that marks The Silver Mask.

"Impressive, Huan Jing. You did as I asked." She said in her deep voice, her existence itself is enraging me…..

My eyes narrowed as I watched The Silver Mask approach,my emotions a turbulent whirlwind.

"Remove your mask !" I growled, my blood boiling to the brim with rage...…..

"Do I look like an obedient person ?"

"Cut it off..who are you? What do you want? Killed my sister,father and Ji Yeon and now my mother….what do you want? Who are you?"

"Hmmm...…." The silver mask hmm's and titles her head…then suddenly she lifts up her head and her eyes turn crazy.."Stop it stop it….don't do it pleaseeee I beg you…it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts…save me..someone save me" she starts screaming,panicking and wailing… she clutches her hair and shivers..her voice inflicting pain and craziness..she sounded scary and a pure psychopath.

I was shocked to core by her sudden change in behaviour her eyes inflicted the psycho look…she went crazy for sure…she paused for a moment after screaming save me…slowly removing her hands from her head…she chuckled..my rage is rushing through my blood….I want to remove that silver mask off her face and gauge out those green venomous eyes and cut her face with her sword a thousand times."AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" she screamed, my ear pierced and my brain bursted and flowed out through my ears..ha she finally gone feral ? Oh no..she was already feral..

The more craziest sight was that her irritating ear wrenching scream was filled and drooling with pain.

"I was right you're a lunatic, psychopath and have gone feral…I asked a question but instead you're talking like a hysteric patient and blabbering shits you sh-"

"The drugs and weapons are given back to you in the warehouse….you can go and check.." she said in a blank voice ….The Silver Mask nods, turns, around…..

Cowards attack from behind…I know this but my rage….I'm at the end of my patience and I pull the trigger aiming at her figure…and

As The Silver Mask turns to leave, her dark silhouette disappearing into the shadows, Huan Jing's trembling hand tightens on the pistol he still holds. A surge of anger and frustration bubbles within him, and in a moment of recklessness, he raises the weapon and fires a single shot.

BANG!

The deafening gunshot echoes through the factory, the bullet striking The Silver Mask square in the back. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, it seems as if Huan Jing's desperate act has succeeded. The masked figure stands frozen, as if lifeless, her silver mask glinting eerily in the dim light.

But as the seconds tick by, Huan Jing's triumph turns to horror. The Silver Mask doesn't collapse, doesn't cry out in pain. Instead, she remains motionless, unaffected by the gunshot wound.

Huan Jing takes a breath of disbelief....

The Silver Mask slowly turns to face Huan Jing, her silver mask obscuring her expression.

"I am something beyond your comprehension, Huan Jing. You can't harm me. I am the lifeless sword that will breathe your soul away…..keep watching as I devour you all….one by one..gobble you all.."

Huan Jing's fear and confusion deepen as he realizes the true nature of his adversary. He's stepped into a world of darkness and enigma that defies all logic, where the rules of life and death no longer apply.

The Silver Mask starts to walk away once more, leaving Huan Jing with his shattered sense of control and a haunting question that lingers in the air: What other secrets and horrors await him in this twisted world of power and betrayal?

and disappears into the shadows, leaving Huan Jing with his ill-gotten gains and a heavy heart. The drugs and weapons, a symbol of his empire's revival, now serve as a constant reminder of the terrible price he paid to regain his power.

The somber funeral parlor is filled with mourners dressed in black, their faces etched with grief. Huan Jing, still reeling from the monstrous act he committed, stands at the front of the room beside a large portrait of his mother. His eyes are red and puffy, his demeanor a facade of grief.

"My dear mother... She was taken from us so suddenly, in such a tragic accident."

His words are carefully chosen, masking the truth behind a veil of deception. The gathered mourners nod sympathetically, believing in the tale of a heart-wrenching accident.

Huan Jing gazes upon his mother's casket, a mask of sorrow covering his true emotions.

"She was the kindest, most loving soul. I'll miss her every day of my life."

As he speaks, guilt gnaws at him, but he maintains the charade. His mother's death was no accident, but the result of his own dark choices.

The casket is lowered into the ground, and Huan Jing watches with a heavy heart. He appears to be the grieving son, the weight of his actions hidden beneath a well-practiced facade.

The mourners offer their condolences, unaware that the tears they see are not just for the loss of a mother but for the loss of his own humanity and the terrible secret he bears.

Rest in peace, Mom. I'll make sure your memory lives on.